Divorce can be difficult for anyone. It can be difficult for the parents trying to maneuver the changes to their lives and it can also be difficult for their children who are trying to understand exactly how they got to where they are. In this particular story an only child tries to maneuver the logistics of her parents divorcing. Trying to understand what is it that got them to this position. The parents know it is possible to love each other and to love their child but also accept that the love in the marriage is gone. She finds love and escape in music. It is what she has wanted to engulf her life in since she was a very young child and when the divorce is announced she spends all of her time at school and when she does come home her and her parents are two ships passing in the night. For her, she hopes that she can hurt them enough to make them realize the decisions they are making is wrong for everyone. What she eventually realizes is that she does have two of the best parents in the business. On the day that her father moves out she decides the best way to inflict pain is to not say goodbye. When she wakes up the next morning and finds an envelope has been slid under her door, having gained clarity she is heartbroken and sits with her mother. She opens the envelop which is a gift for the three of them to share and she now understands how they can be apart but still a family. Sometimes, there will be things that happen in our young or old lives that don’t in the moment make sense. The more we live the more we are able to accept that we only have so much control over certain events. However, what we can control is the love we have, who we give that love to, and the way in which we continue to celebrate our relationships.
Divorced From the Beat
There were a lot of things my parents got right in raising me. They were able to connect the dots at a very young age that I was going to be a lover of music. Mom and dad were the types of parents to constantly follow their children around every moment of their lives with some type of a video camera. My mother shows me pictures of me dancing in my car seat when I was seven months old. I recognize when I say dancing at seven months it sounds crazy but for me you could tell my movements were connected to the music, my legs were kicking, my arms were flailing, and as always there was a huge smile on my face. As I got older music still continued to mean everything to me. I wanted to play the cello as well as the trumpet and mom had to come up to the school and meet with the principal because the band director said I couldn't be in the orchestra as well as the marching band. Crazy problem to have, I am well aware, but that's how much I loved music. I didn't want it to just be in my life I wanted it to be my life. It's interesting how a child's dreams can slowly but surely turn into a lifelong commitment and connection to something as simple to others and difficult to me as music.