The past two Christmas seasons have been so hectic, we did not have time for advent. This year, we decided to do it even if it meant sitting around the wreath and singing on a Tuesday night. Sure enough, by the time David got home from youth group last night, Pamela was already in bed and Steve was fading fast.
So, we celebrated the first Sunday of advent on Monday! We lit one candle and cycled around the table, letting each person pick a favorite song. I can tell how much Pamela has changed because, this year, she gave me face to face contact as we sang several carols. She has a very light, sweet soprano voice and decent timing, but the lyrics definitely need more work!
Steve never sings because he has about one note in his repetoirie. This is the first year David opted not to sing, in spite of the fact that he can carry a tune and has a soft baritone voice. I did not act disappointed and was later rewarded for my patience. After we were finished with the pumpkin pie for our advent treat, David ran upstairs to his bedroom and spent about an hour practicing Christmas carols on his recorder so that he can accompany us next week!
Sixteen years old and David is still suspectible to being bitten by the advent bug . . .
AUT-2B-HOME IN CAROLINA ~ Teaching our twenty-five-year-old daughter with autism and aphasia, who is still learning about God, the world, and its people with a little help from Charlotte Mason
3 comments:
That IS a great reward! Great to see the changes in Pamela too. Rhonda
we're already a day behind...sunday..monday.. God does not care;) and it is a wonderful treat. we are doing the jesse tree and listening to the passages on faithcomesbyhearing that we downloaded. singing some praise and worship. super!
Even better, David is finally teaching himself the alto recorder he got for Christmas two years ago. So, now he can play both alto and soprano recorders, and he is trying out for the praise band at the Baptist church (the one he has been attending for youth group).
Queen Mum, I just love the music of this time of year . . .
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