I love Wednesdays.
Like a bear coming out of hibernation, I emerge from my little old office and step out into the open air. I traverse the beautifully sun-lit courtyard of la Schola and enter this little classroom where these little French kiddies await me.
the one not listening is Alexandre who has the coolest purple glasses
Rather than the Wednesday "hump", I consider this the "peak" of the week, and I look forward to it with all my heart. This is the day when all the children of Paris come out to the beginner dance and music classes here. After observing 5-yr olds doing ballet (in pink tutus!), I assist with three music classes in the afternoon.
My kids who range from 4 to 6 years of age are learning to read music notes right now. I quickly learned that the French use the "do-re-mi" instead of the "c-d-e" but kids are so forgiving. Who was I to think that I was done translating...haha. I love how they tell me their life stories as if I was a native French speaker. They're so quick to accept you and your flaws, these little ones. The music teacher gave me a book of traditional French songs that the kids like to sing. It's so interesting to see how some of the tunes that we're so familiar with are translated in French.
One of my most memorable moments will be playing some of these songs on my violin and hearing the little ones sing along to it. It's a musical "discovery" class for kids, so they get to hear different instruments almost every week, learn to read notes, and sing songs.
my kiddies on stage for their first theatre production. hehe.
Last week my older kids got to sit in on an upper-level theatre class and even do some acting themselves! They used masks like drama productions back in the day. They were a bit shy, but I felt like a proud mom watching them intently follow the director's instructions on stage.
a frustrated Guitterie trying to blow into the "flute traversiere"
It has been only two weeks and I'm already attached to some of them. This little one in the golden curls grabbed my leg once and would not let go. I guess she grew fond of me since I'm the only other girl (aside from the professor) in her music class. It's hard to say bye every week to a child that adorable and I could already see that the other boys think so too. I better keep an eye on this one. ;]
Needless to say, I look forward to tomorrow. And of course on the topic of adorable French children, I also look forward to sleep. Judging from the past few classes, I'm going to need it.
Bonne nuit, tout le monde.
merci pour vos prières.
