I am fortunate to have actual Mr. Holland moments through my work and my pirates always make me proud. I do enjoy watching their growth and discoveries. If I have even the tiniest bit to do with their successes, it makes me smile, a smile that goes all the way through my soul.

Still I came to realize that my opus needed to be told that they are my opus. I sat down with each of my sons and told them that they are my opus. They are the greatest part of my life. I explained to them, explicitly, that my priorities go as follows:
My relationship with God.
My relationship with my hubby.
My relationship with my sons.
…my family.
…my friends.
…my job.
…my hobbies.
Granted, my job may read this (not my immediate boss, but the concept of employer) and think, why her priorities are not in the right order.
But they are. If my relationship is not right with God, if I don’t maintain that one, I’m of little to no use to anyone else. Particularly, I’m of little to no use to my hubby or sons. Hubby and I have a type of short hand that we can use with each other, but we also know how important it is to nurture our relationship. And even if all we get is 15 minutes to hold a conversation, because we share a brain, we are able to cover a lot of ground. This was a banner month-two date nights in one month!
But I remembered that my sons are still young. They won’t be for long, but at this moment I remembered, or realized, I needed to be EXPLICIT with them. There are two lullabies I sing to them. One I made up and the other is “Beautiful Boy” by John Lennon. Mr. Holland (played beautifully by Richard “I did Jaws, I don’t need this” Dreyfuss)
sang this song to his son in the movie. So I related the idea of the the boys’ importance in my life to the movie. I told them they are my opus, the most wonderful piece of my life, my efforts, my dreams and hopes.
While I am not perfect and never will be, I told them that everything I do and say and show to them is to help them when I’m not with them. To help them make good choices and to know they are loved. I said if we were independently wealthy, I would be at home waiting for them when they got home from school. I also pointed out how lucky they are to come to their father. Not a lot of boys get to spend so much time with their dads.
I love the subtle shifts I’ve seen in my sons. They are talking more, sharing more about their fears, worries, hopes, and dreams. They are slowing down their pace and taking the moments to explore what they are feeling. Then they are trying to express it with more clarity. I know this change isn’t simply due to me telling them they are my opus. This is because they are my opus and hubby and I have been working on this opus since the day we found out we were having babies. It is so neat to see it starting to click for our sons. It is so cool to watch them as they grow and develop, gain new confidences, and try new adventures.
My opus will not bring me fame and fortune, just as Mr. Holland’s didn’t bring those things to him. But it’s not the fame and fortune. It’s the moments. It’s hearing “I love you , Mom.” It’s the hugs. The kisses. The cuddles. The wee bits of embarrassments that are starting to rear their ugly heads. My opus is filled with cacophonous sounds and they are a beautiful noise.
Blog Spam Comments
July 17, 2012 by pinkpigrulz
I love reading the spam comments for my blog. One of my favorite things to do is check how many fine folks may have read posts each day. The numbers are small and, while it would be lovely to have massive numbers every day instead of once or twice a year, I love simply having even one person reading something each day. Another favorite part of blogging, for me, are the spam comments.
While more legitimate comments would be cool, the spam ones are so entertaining. To fully appreciate my appreciation of these comments, remember that I manage a writing center. These comments could be used for tutor training-they are so poorly written! Verbs in the wrong place, misplaced modifiers galore, and random article usage. It is a hoot for someone like me to decipher possible meaning from these computer generated comments.
They try to sound so caring about my blog. And then they give advice on how to grow the traffic. The advice may make sense, but the writing is so poor that I can’t bear to read it enough times to find the clarity.
Sometimes I am tempted to write random comments on other blogs, but that is probably poor blogging etiquette. Creating additional spam comments is most likely frowned upon.
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