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Saturday, January 15, 2005
Lightly Snow
Today we all went to Benny's winter violin recital. He was second on the program. The tiniest little new Suzuki students all had white gauze tied to the tips of their bows. They stood solemnly in rows and waved their gauzy white bow tips to the beat as Benny played Lightly Snow (Row). Benny was magnificent. He played with long, confident bowings that could have been heard downtown. Then he went to stand with the big kids in the center of the back row. Very comical. He is a little boy and the row of heads sloped down toward him from both ends. When the children all sat down onstage while individuals played, Mrs. Stevens went to sit on the floor beside Benny's chair, took away his bow and violin, and held him onto his chair with one arm. The Benny Patrol. After a while the children went to sit with their parents until time for the finale. Lydia wrangled Benny into semi-civilized behavior as he proceded to enjoy the concert, singing happily along with each new soloist. At the following reception, Benny and several of his little friends descended on the table of treats like starved wolves, cramming in all the donuts, coffee cake, and cookies they could before their mothers caught them. I thought it was a sign of how much Benny loves his father that he took Dan a donut out of which he had bitten a chunk. None of the other little boys thought to take any goodies to dear old Dad. I made a break for liberty and waited out the remainder of the reception in the hallway. Lydia asked that I stand between the door to the reception and the door to the parking area so that I could catch Benny if he made a run for it. HA! Benny leave a social situation? Not much. He is the most social child I ever saw, loves these meet and greet situations...and, of course, the table of treats. Eventually we all wound up out in the van again and went to get Benny an ice cream cone because he had done such a good job. At my house, Benny had to run in and go potty before proceding toward home. I helped him get his belt off. On the way out the door, beltless, he had to hold up his pants with both hands. Benny might eat sweets early, often, and in quantity, but he is one skinny little violinist.
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