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Oh, how I love the children in The Garage Band!
Word is starting to spread and more are coming to join us.
Initially, I didn't want to teach the teenagers, I wanted to keep it to the wee ones, but I'm sure glad I chose to include them.
It was so nice to work with them, and I think they really enjoyed themselves.
I now have to split everyone up into 3 groups, because different ages need different instruction.
For instance, the 2 tiniest of them all.
The lowest to the ground prances around without any pants.
It makes sense.
If his parents can't afford diapers, then it's best to just let him do what he needs to do without the obstruction of clothing.
His pants would be messy to clean all day long, considering this little guy is only about 2 years old and accidents are in abundance.
So, there he was, with his little willy waving about in the air.
I figured there would be piddle all over our carport, but he managed to keep it in.
He wasn't there to do music, so much as just there to be with all the big kids.
The second small-fry was pretty in her best dress.
Can I tell you what an honour it is to have parents dress their children in their best clothes for the lesson?!?!
I showed up stinky, in dirty clothes, as I only woke up in enough time to get coffee into my system and open the garage door to begin teaching.
Having children dressed in fancy threads made me feel their gratitude for lessons.
In turn, I had gratitude for the children merely showing up!
Anyway, this little doll in her Sunday Best was really too young to keep up with everyone, but she tried.
OH, how she tried
Whatever anyone else did, she would attempt to copy, and do it with immense zeal!
Her voice was voluminous!
Her clapping was colossal and packed a punch!
Nothing was in the right time, nor were there proper words, but her intent was so strong that I could feel the music just waiting to come out when it's time for her to truly understand all the emotion that brews within her.
It made me tingle.
Even the dogs in the hood came by to watch.
Upon smelling the mutts that were invading their space, our hounds were barking at them through the door of the garage.
No matter. We all sang loud enough to overpower their cacophony.
Speaking of the neighbourhood dogs, today is our day to volunteer to give them all heart worm medicine.
We were going to do it a few weeks ago, but I got so busy and so tired.
We are armed with hotdogs to entice them, and candy for the children as we go along.
Papi wants to win their hearts with candy, because he feels I get all the love and he's a tad jealous as we drive down our bumpy road, listening to the chorus of 'Andréa! Andréa! Andréa!' bellowing through the village.
Hopefully, as we pass through, I'll find the shyest of The Garage Band and give him a little boost of a quick lesson so that he will feel more confident next round.
The underdog.
I always love the underdog.
I want to help him shine amongst the others.
If you're reading this and you'd like to help the children by sending percussive instruments, we would all be so grateful.
Shakers! Wood blocks! Anything you have that you just don't use would be MORE than appreciated if you can send it:
Right now, we just clap.
And we are happy.
Oh, how I love the children in The Garage Band!
Word is starting to spread and more are coming to join us.
Initially, I didn't want to teach the teenagers, I wanted to keep it to the wee ones, but I'm sure glad I chose to include them.
It was so nice to work with them, and I think they really enjoyed themselves.
I now have to split everyone up into 3 groups, because different ages need different instruction.
For instance, the 2 tiniest of them all.
The lowest to the ground prances around without any pants.
It makes sense.
If his parents can't afford diapers, then it's best to just let him do what he needs to do without the obstruction of clothing.
His pants would be messy to clean all day long, considering this little guy is only about 2 years old and accidents are in abundance.
So, there he was, with his little willy waving about in the air.
I figured there would be piddle all over our carport, but he managed to keep it in.
He wasn't there to do music, so much as just there to be with all the big kids.
The second small-fry was pretty in her best dress.
Can I tell you what an honour it is to have parents dress their children in their best clothes for the lesson?!?!
I showed up stinky, in dirty clothes, as I only woke up in enough time to get coffee into my system and open the garage door to begin teaching.
Having children dressed in fancy threads made me feel their gratitude for lessons.
In turn, I had gratitude for the children merely showing up!
Anyway, this little doll in her Sunday Best was really too young to keep up with everyone, but she tried.
OH, how she tried
Whatever anyone else did, she would attempt to copy, and do it with immense zeal!
Her voice was voluminous!
Her clapping was colossal and packed a punch!
Nothing was in the right time, nor were there proper words, but her intent was so strong that I could feel the music just waiting to come out when it's time for her to truly understand all the emotion that brews within her.
It made me tingle.
Even the dogs in the hood came by to watch.
Upon smelling the mutts that were invading their space, our hounds were barking at them through the door of the garage.
No matter. We all sang loud enough to overpower their cacophony.
Speaking of the neighbourhood dogs, today is our day to volunteer to give them all heart worm medicine.
We were going to do it a few weeks ago, but I got so busy and so tired.
We are armed with hotdogs to entice them, and candy for the children as we go along.
Papi wants to win their hearts with candy, because he feels I get all the love and he's a tad jealous as we drive down our bumpy road, listening to the chorus of 'Andréa! Andréa! Andréa!' bellowing through the village.
Hopefully, as we pass through, I'll find the shyest of The Garage Band and give him a little boost of a quick lesson so that he will feel more confident next round.
The underdog.
I always love the underdog.
I want to help him shine amongst the others.
If you're reading this and you'd like to help the children by sending percussive instruments, we would all be so grateful.
Shakers! Wood blocks! Anything you have that you just don't use would be MORE than appreciated if you can send it:
Andréa Hector-Brown
10800 NW 103 St.
Ste. 5EMedley, Florida
33178United States
Right now, we just clap.
And we are happy.
i compare myself only to my highest self
You're a good soul Darlin'!
ReplyDeletesandra, you should see how lovely these little squirts are. i may not be able to change much in this country, but i can give what i can :)
DeleteFantastic. Sounds like a good time. Even if it's just noise, there's nothing like coming together with other people to make sound!
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