|The Maestro in all his conducting glory. Photo credit Brockit, Inc.|
In my case, I found myself back in the tiny apartment Joel and I had when we were first married. I was sitting in the living room holding a newborn Bria and watching my husband conduct the CD Player as it played Copland. He was in his last semester of his Master's Degree in orchestral conducting at BYU and was preparing the piece to rehearse with the BYU Philharmonic.
I had to smile as this memory overcame me because not much has changed in the 13 years that have passed. Sure, we've moved four times since then, we've added two more children--none of which is a newborn anymore, and Joel is now the professor instead of the student. But no matter what is different in our lives, he will always be found conducting in the evenings as he prepares for rehearsals with the real live orchestra. These days he conducts YouTube videos on his computer while sitting at the dining room table--as I type this he is in there listening to (and probably conducting) Faure's Requiem.
I have never really understood that quote, but I think I am finally starting to get it.
The newborn baby I held as I watched Joel conduct in that almost-forgotten memory is now a teenager. But my love for her is a constant. She has changed a lot in these thirteen years, but she is still my daughter and always will be. I don't know what's in store for her in the future, but it doesn't really matter, because some things never change. I will always be her mother, and she will always be my baby girl.
It snowed for the first time this season today. And just like Joel can be found conducting the orchestra in his head every evening, just like I will be the mother to my children for eternity, the snow will come in winter. The changing of the seasons is a given and though it may happen differently each year, it will still happen.
But no matter how long the winter, the spring is sure to follow.
|First snow: October 21, 2013|