Yesterday was like a dream. Izzy performed as a soloist, along with five other young musicians, in a concert with the Henderson Symphony Orchestra.
I really do believe it was a dream come true for Isabella, but even for the rest of us the day passed by in magical, joyous moments--happy to be together with family and friends, touched by the beauty of music, filled with love for this dear girl and the journey of watching her come to this point.
It is hard to know what to say when you are in the midst of raising children, trying to help them find their way, trying to help them discover and develop what they love. I have no idea if we are truly "meant" to become one particular thing or another in this life...I can't really think that is true when I look out over the world and see so many people who have been robbed of the opportunity to indulge such pursuits.
But I am quite certain we are meant to be happy. Not happy as in some perpetual high, some fabulous joyride, but a happiness that is deepened over time and made more poignant by a greater range of experience.
I have many thoughts on the matter. But this much I will say: it is that last part which challenges and appeals to me as a mother, to hope I am raising my children to know how to find happiness through it all, to find it and hold onto it no matter what else may happen.
I see music will be a part of that discovery for Isabella and I cannot tell you how grateful it makes me, seeing such a beautiful piece of the puzzle fall into its place.