A classical evening to remember

There is an adage about parenthood that says something to the effect of: Your children will teach you more about yourself than you can ever hope to teach them about life. Over the years, I have started to realize how true this statement really is. Its something that starts small a little extra patience here, a subtle change in old habits there. Eventually, you find yourself having to teach things that you are not necessarily an expert on yourself. On Saturday evening, our family had the honor of accepting an invitation to the Classicopia Colossal Quartets concert at Tannery Pond. It had been a long week, and I was certainly looking forward to sitting-back and relaxing. For my wife and I, it was a nice opportunity to do something fun locally. For the kids, I think they were just excited to be out well past their bedtime, and to feel like little grown-ups for a while. There is something about classical music that resonates within you I would compare it to walking outside, and into a ray of sunshine after weeks of overcast winter days. On a fundamental human level, it just feels right. As the concert moved along, I could not help but notice how captivated the kids were, especially our oldest who just started playing the flute in school. Granted, we assumed they would enjoy the evening and get a kick out of the whole experience. However, what I was not prepared for was the rapt attention they showed, and the sense they understood each facet of what was happening, maybe even more than I did. During intermission, they stood quietly among a room full of adults, and watched everything intently. To look at them from a distance, you could only imagine what was going through their minds as they studied everything happening around them. Through the second performance, their attention never wavered. As the concert ended, and the applause faded, they looked at me and exclaimed: Daddy, that was great! When can we do it again? With that, I found myself discovering another one of lifes little secrets. You see, what started as two parallel events, ended as one. The lesson I learned was life is not a segmented experience, that just like a child, you have to take it all in for what it is. It was not a matter of how good the performance was, or who enjoyed what. This night was about us, and what we shared because of it. The music, the theatre, and the dozens of people seated with us were simply part of the lesson. Brett Hagadorn is editor of the News Enterprise. He can be reached at brett@denpubs.com or by phone at 873-6368 ext 118.

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