The Walk

Do you need excuses to have some quality time with your child ? Do you have it regularly ? Do you want it ? Does your child want that time with you ? How frequently you have it ? What do you do during that time ? What does your child want to do ? What do you do together ? Tell me your story, here is mine...

The Little Girl was looking at the piano, she was sad, the piano did not play the music.
"Papi, the piano has no batteries", cried the Little Girl.
"We should go out and buy batteries, let's go Little Girl", answered Papi.
"Yeah!", shouted happily the Little Girl.
They went out of the house to the street, the Little Girl went't excited explaining all the things she could do with the piano. Papi went calmly by her side choosing the best path to the shop.
"Papi, catch me, catch me...", started the Little Girl running down the path.
Papi pretended to be running as much as he could to catch the Little Girl. The Little Girl ran laughing. and Papi ran in very short steps after saying "I will catch you, I will catch you."
Suddenly she came to a stop, she was looking at a strange thing on the wooden fences. "What is this Papi ?", Papi looked at the mushrooms and answered "Mushrooms".
"Mushrooms, what are mushrooms ?", asked the Little Girl.
"Do you remember your cartoons, that's the house of your little bugs.", explained Papi.
"Oh, let's visit them Papi...." begged the Little Girl.

"We have to ran fast around the mushroom so that we become smaller and smaller to be able to visit the mushroom.", proposed Papi.
Papi and the Little Girl ran around the mushroom, and ran, and ran as the mushroom became bigger and bigger. They could see the little door and the little window grow with the mushroom. At a certain moment the Little Girl stopped, "Let's get inside Papi!".
"Little Girl, we have to run a little bit more around the mushroom, or else Papi cannot get in", said Papi.
"Oh! Oh! you are right Papi.", and they ran together another full circle around the mushroom. They played the doorbell and the grasshopper opened the door.
"Oh Hello, you came just in time for tea," the grasshopper invited them him.
The Little Girl was happy, she asked the grasshopper the story of the honey and the bee, and she listened to the story with full attention. Papi was delighted to experience the Little Girls stories come to life.
After the story the grasshopper gave the Little Girl a gift, and told the Little Girl that she could only open it when she was big again. Papi and the Little Girl went outside, said thank you to the grasshopper and ran the other way around seeing the mushroom becoming smaller and smaller.
The Little Girl opened the grasshopper's present, it was a set of batteries.
"Look Papi, we have the batteries, we can fix the piano now". And happily they went running and looking at all the plants and flowers on their way home, talking all the little details of their encounter with the grasshopper that had tea, cookies and batteries.

The pied piper of Frightelin

Do you want your child to be able to express through music ? Do you encourage him to play a music instrument ? How do you deal with the initial learning curve ? Do you stop your child when the sounds are irritating ? How do you encourage him in those initial phases where it's just loose notes ? Did you experience getting the first hint of a tune ? How do you feel when you start to recognize music in the fanfare ? Tell me your story, here is mine...

"FON FON FIIIEEEMMM.." are the sounds that are coming from the delicate flute in the hands of the Little Girl. Surprising that somebody could say a flute is a delicate instrument.
"Papi, do you like ? It is very good, I am now going to play another music.", says proudly the Little Girl with the flute in her hands.

"FIIIEEEMMM FON FUN FON FIIIIEEEEMMMM..." is another amazing sound coming from the delicate flute. Papi is about to say bad things about the inventor of the flute.
"You like it Papi ? Do you know the music ? It's Jingle Bells!" continues the happy Little Girl.
"Fantastic Little Girl, you are playing much better than yesterday", answers Papi with a hint on desperation.
"FIIIIEEEEE FIIIIEEEE FON FON FUN..." continues the flute and the Little Girl on top "Jingle all the way...", and back to the flute, "FIIIE FIIIEEE FO FON FUN..."
"That is so good Little Girl, it's getting much better, let's pause now a little bit for you to regain your breath.", suggests Papi wanting a recess for his poor ears.
"No Papi, I must practice, the teacher said we must practice every day..." answers the Little Girl.
"So nice your teacher, he likes hard work...", sighs Papi, "let's change instrument, let's try the piano, you are getting very good at the piano..."
"Yeah, let's try the piano....", and the Little Girl runs to her room to fetch the little piano.
"TOING TOING TUNG THAM...", hammers the Little Girl on the piano keyboard like Chopin, perhaps like Chopin when Chopin was a little baby that had no clue to what a piano was...
"Yes Papi, it is so good, it's the happy birthday song..." shouts happily the Little Girl.
"TOING TING TOING TUHUM THAM..." are the hammered sounds made by the piano, and the Little Girl started singing on top "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you....".
The environment was lound and festive, nothing like you could imagine, and suddenly the piano went "RE RE MI RE SOL FA..." and Papi's ears said silently  "Thank you".
Papi jumped out of the sofa to watch the Little Girl playing piano, she was really playing Happy Birthday song, at least some small set of notes that had melody.
Papi felt glad for all the patience he had the last months, and the Little Girl was really proud of her achievement.
"Happy birthday to you..." continued the Little Girl...

The Yellow Balloon

- Papi!

Happiness. I always get a rush of pure happiness when this simple word is followed by this little being with the big bright eyes.

- Mommy?

- Mommy could not come today.

- Why?

- Mommy had to go to the doctor.

- Why?

- Mommy is ill.

- Why?

- Come, let's change your shoes, we are going home now.

I always wonder when should I stop the why train. The Little Girl always manages to get to places I don't know how to answer.

- Papi?

- Yes?

- Can I go in the yellow balloon?

- Of course!

- Yeah! I am going in the yellow balloon. I am going in the yellow balloon.

Another rush. I have truly been blessed everyday for the last 4 years. I let myself watch the Little Girl as she jumped around, and has she jumped around she wanted to make sure every kid knew that she was going home in the yellow balloon.

We pulled the yellow balloon from the locker, it was still full of air, floating against the locker's ceiling. It was there as if by magic knowing of this one more mission, to take the Little Girl home safely.

I dressed her up with the pink water suit and the green gummy boots. It's raining outside and we will not be able to go to the playground. I didn't have a backup plan, would have to rely on my improvisation for the long hours Mommy would be undergoing the  exams.

On the way out, the Little Girl passed by her friend Bella. They talked very happily in their very unique magical language to which grownups are not invited. I did get the words yellow and balloon, I saw the Little Girl's excitement, and I got a feeling for Bella wanting to come with the Little Girl.

Rain. Still hasn't stopped raining for the last 2 weeks, sunshine would surely be welcomed by us. As we got out I could hear the sound of a little trampoline, almost as high as a musical high pitched drum. It was the sound of raindrops on the yellow balloon. The yellow balloon was the Little Girl’s umbrella.

The yellow balloon looked like a small private sun very bright, making an high contrast with the pink water suit. The yellow balloon was glowing privately for the Little Girl as if responding to her smile. The Little Girl’s smile became wider and the balloon intensified it’s glow.

The yellow balloon seemed to be growing, getting bigger and bigger, the raindrops getting louder and louder drumming on the yellow balloon. Suddenly the yellow balloon was covering the sky above me, and the Little GIrl was holding to the yellow balloon.

The yellow balloon was moving upwards, and the Little Girl as well. I held on to the Little Girl's legs as the yellow balloon pulled the Little Girl into the sky. I got nervous, afraid of the yellow balloon taking my Little Girl. But the Little Girl felt my fear and smiled back at me.

- Papi! We are flying, we are flying.

Somehow, knowing this bigger than life experience seemed usual to the Little GIrl, I relaxed a bit. The Little Girl was feeling my restlessness.

- Papi! We are going home in the yellow balloon.

- We sure are Little Girl. Put your legs tightly around my shoulders.

The Little GIrl was holding tight, I surely felt the Little Girl happy to be going home in the yellow balloon with her father.

- Papi, I don’t want to go to Neverland and the pirates. I want to go with Peter Pan when I am like this.

She showed me her stretched hands with the ten fingers up. Who is holding the balloon ? The Fox in purple superhero costume was holding the balloon in one hand and the Little Girl on the other. Good thing we discovered the Fox, it used to protect the Little Girl from bad dreams and from the darkness. Always good to have it around.

We passed the green gardens on the way home. Our neighbors looking at us and waving, they always exchanged accomplice smiles with the Little GIrl. She knew all of them.

- Hello Little Girl! What a beautiful yellow balloon you have there.

The Little Girl would just smile, giggle and look back.

- Hello Little GIrl! Papa came to pick you up today.

And the Little Girl would smile, laugh and wave back. She stretched her arms, mimicking a pink plane. Looked like the Fox was riding the plane and holding the yellow balloon. The Fox smiled back at me, I could read in it's eyes that it would always be there to protect the Little GIrl.

We saw the cars passing on the street, the other kids with their parents looking from the windows at the Little GIrl. I believe they all wanted to be in the Little GIrl’s place. The Little GIrl was flying home in the yellow balloon.

Bella waved her little arm from the window of the small blue car.

- Little Girl! You are flying in the yellow balloon!

The Little Girl stretched her arms in the direction of Bella, and showed the full ten finger from both hands.

- Yes, I am flying, and when I am like this, I am going to fly with Peter Pan to Neverland and the Pirates.

- Bye bye Little Girl!

We saw Bella move away waving her little arm from the window of the small blue car. The small blue car became smaller as it moved away from us.

We could see the clouds above us, the clouds looked familiar. I could see Rapid the rabbit. I could see Hearty the lion. I could see Uli the owl. I could see Mickey Mouse. And the Little Girl knew all the clouds. She waved at the clouds telling me excited the names of all of them as we flew by.

We passed by the retirement home. The woman with fluffy white hair and round cheeks looked and smiled at the Little Girl. The woman with the silver hair and long nose looked at the Little Girl in disapproval. The lady in blue with the big round glasses clapped her hands as we passed by.

- Papi! Fast, Papi, fast Papi!

The Little Girl didn't want to be too long there. She saw the old bald man in black holding the big stick. He’s nose was reminded us of an eagle. His eyes were red and we could see the lasers coming out. If the lasers pierced the balloon we would be in danger. I moved frantically my legs as if I was swimming away from of the crocodile, and we moved as fast as we could increasing our distance from the old bald man in black.

We could see the stone fountain in front of the house. We were getting closer to safety. But the Little Girl didn't want to go into the house yet. She wanted to talk with all the stones in the fountain. So she approached the stones. It had stopped raining. The sky was clear now, the clouds had changed color from grey to white.

I looked at her, as she gently placed her green gummy books on top of the first stone. She was holding the yellow balloon tight in her hand. She touched the stone with the other hand, and the black stone turned white. She jumped from one stone to the next circling the fountain of the big stones. With each step of the green gummy boots the stones turned to white.

As she jumped around the big stones fountain, the stones made all the fountain look like a circular piano, with the stones in place of the keys in the huge piano keyboard. In my mind I could listen to the tune. She was playing happy birthday as she jumped from stone to stone, as she pressed each big key.