Sharing is Hard

Pete volunteered to do a little music class in day care this morning. We gathered almost all our musical instruments, including drums, old harmonicas, guitars, shakers, and a recorder and made the trek. We told Finn this was happening, but I don’t think any of us fully processed the meaning: Finn would not only be sharing his musical instruments but his daddy.

It did NOT go well.

I think the kids and adults present (minus me) had fun, but Finn spent much of the hour weeping, wailing, flailing, or lifeless on the floor. He could not wrap his mind around it. All of the things that were happening would have been supremely enjoyable to him were it another individual facilitating without using his crap, but sharing Daddy and his stuff caused pure psychic pain.

Get used to it kid. Daddy’s a musician, a performer. We don’t have to share him with the world yet, but we do have to share him with a significant amount of people on a regular basis. It’s just that, most of the time, we don’t have to see it. Finn wouldn't even let me sing along if he was sitting on my lap. No "Mary had a Little Lamb" or "I've been working on the railroad" for you, Mama.

Finn enojoying the Bodhran

Finn enjoying the guitar

Finn soaking up the whole experience.