Artists

Kenny has been on spring break for the past week, and out of town for most of that time-to the occasional frustration of Beth and myself...He missed eye and doctor appointments through negligence while having fun with his friends...But he walked in a few minutes ago and grabbed a quick shower, then sat in the kitchen chair surrounded by his college stuff and played a song on his guitar as he waited for a friend to pick him up for one last hour of freedom before heading back to school. I was in the living room reading a book when he began to sing, and spontaneous tears came to my eyes as I listened to his voice. I could not help admonishing myself for my impatience with his lack of practical thought as the notes reminded me that music is his gift and I must never forget that. So I said a prayer that he may find his way in a world that has little room for artists and dreamers, regardless of how talented they may be. I suspect that as he matures, and struggles to nurture his creative spark while earning a living, Kenny will decide to get really serious about his music, at which point his unique gifts will be unleashed.