My Boys Are My Joys
Every once in a while, my boys will do something that reminds me just how incredible they are. Today it was my 14 year old. He became addicted to guitar about four years ago and quickly showed that he had a natural talent at playing what he heard. He can play songs by listening to them. He's primarily into heavy metal and idolizes high speed guitarists like Slash, Alexi "Wildchild" Laiho, and his hero Synyster Gates. He enjoys all good guitar players, though. Today, he put me in tears playing "Johnny B. Goode" - which he taught himself during a 10 minute practice - and "Live and Let Die," both the McCartney and Guns 'n Roses versions. He then played "Layla." Besides being an absolute love, he's very modest about his talent. He writes his own music, including music for his brothers who play bass and drums. He's coordinated the three of them into a little band that plays in our garage. No matter how loud they get, I love to listen to them. He's a constant reminder that we've done okay as parents.