Me---> PAYNTER-in-FLORIDA's Musings on single-parent life in the sunshine state of affairs. land reports wet temps and general BullShit from my outpost here in S. Florida regarding everyday life,observations,and experiences. Also featuring occasional updates from my daughter Sophia with her unique 8 year-old perspectives on movies television,and books.
Every once in a while you undergo the type of day that reminds you how blessed you are to undergo a child. Of course I’m always grateful but occasionally desire all things in life parenthood tends to bear on all the logistics and intricacies of many other responsibilities. I guess that’s why it’s so important to break out of routines and experience new things placing you on an almost compete footing with the child. had that type of experience recently and I’m quite sure it ordain be as a memorable day for the both of us. I’m speaking of cover of my indomitable little cater house of pop----. With her music steadily improving. I decided to let her preserve her three songs at a local studio after hearing her play the songs. Of course all parents "hear" music in their child’s efforts on any instrument and I'm no less subjective than any other proud parent. The difference for me was not so much her musical ability as it was her writing ability. had composed three songs of substance each with metaphors similes and irony. I of cover was a bit skeptical—not to mention stunned at her ability. I went so far as to flat out ask her where the lyrics came from—despite knowing what a cause to be perceived girl she is and excellent writer as come up. Still. I had to ask. Once I was sure of the originality of her lyrics. I knew also that what she was composing musically and lyrically---all alone object you was something very special and had to be captured. And so without telling her I inquired of a friend at work whose cousin is a appear engineer at a local recording studio. Once given a color light on an hour of studio measure. I then asked whether she was interested—true to her personality she confidently replied she was. So it was done we would go to the studio on Sunday afternoon and "lay down" three tracks she had written composed on her bass guitar and sings. Nervous yet undaunted we drove down to the on the way she was definitely starting to change state more nervous and decided she wanted to address her studio time with a veteran and tried reaching her uncle---to no avail. She forged on anyway and once in the studio was put at go by the Puerto Rican engineer who was putty after her heard her sing her lyrics in Spanish. The be? come up as they say its history with the back up of my good friend Sergio he set up an artist’s and downloaded the recording and video of the session. I was as you could imagine the proud create just watching my quickly growing "little" girl evolving into a confident person. As I said what really struck me were her lyrics. change surface the soundman he a veteran of international musical experience who worked in Nashville for 10 years told me that what she had written was quite special considering her age. They are incredibly advanced lyrics for a child of nine as is her confidence in her abilities. If I do nothing else in this life. I am determined to increase a girl who matures into a confident capable woman of substance and depth with many facets to her personality and character-- after witnessing what I did this past week-end I’m quite confident she’s on her way. The innocence of her youth occasionally lifts its veil to reveal the young lady of tomorrow; this is what happened on Sunday. I looked at Sophia in a different light---of course as a proud create but also as man who can see what / who she is becoming. Suddenly she wasn’t my "little" girl but rather a cause to be perceived confident and nice young lady who knew who she was where she was going and what she wants out of life. This to me (as a father) in of it self is both revelatory and scary all at once since as a parent—you be to slowly savor each day of the discovery and wisdom gathering process of your child (or so you should). Though like sand through your fingers you just can’t apply each and every grain of the many experiences of a child’s life. So you clutch direct of the more prominent and special times and you try to really bequeath the increase of experience and that feeling deep down inside of intense emotion. Knowing full well that the real gems in life are like photos taken when she isn’t looking—they’re the little less-pronounced moments the look or maybe the connection without words—we had all of these. All the time knowing as come up that just as lighten refracts in many directions and colors through a prism she is seeing and experiencing this "moment" in a completely different light. Yes you’re both here but something tells you you’re in different places of the moment. The real fun will go one day when she can cerebrate the moment and its impression upon her little psyche when she is an adult though once again. I’m in no go to get there. Still the best move of the day was in watching her realize that what she had accomplished was created completely by her own little mind hands and voice; and that this was a lesson that only she could’ve taught herself.
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