i can’t carry a tune. at all. and i couldn’t play an instrument if my life depended on it. but i love music. and i really love being able to share the experience of live music with my daughter. to me, it is a display of dedication and passion and art and love.
she has been fortunate to have experienced live music a lot in her seven years. this past weekend, we went to solid sound music & art festival for the second time, the first being when she barely turned five. last time, it POURED. poured and poured and poured. she was such a trooper and we still had fun, but she definitely identified solid sound with rain. this time around, it was pushing 100 degrees. and she embraced the weekend completely – singing, dancing, camping, hula hooping, meeting new friends. she even decided to keep the same outfit on for most of the time. which is huge, considering on a normal day, she changes at least 3 times.
at one point during the festival, she commented about how a house needs to be filled with music and love. i laughed. she looked at me, serious, and said, “what? that’s what you always say.” yes. yes, i do. we may not have money, but we do have that.