Today’s Daily Word Prompt is PIANO. In one sentence or less, my son brought the kids on Sunday, we made chocolate zoodle muffins, and then they played piano. Just as accurately, you can summarize Romeo and Juliet: in one sentence or less, they fell in love, their families were against it, then they took poison and died. “For never was a story of more woe… etc.”
What does this have to do with my grandkids, muffins, and piano? Very little, other than I love this particular piece of Prokofiev’s ballet and play the piano adaptation quite often. In it, I feel the pride and power of human spirit, its resilience and determination, its undaunted strength. The following is an excerpt from my adopted son’s essay.
I suppose it makes most sense to start by explaining why I wanted to become a psychologist in the first place. I was adopted at the age of 13 by the people who are my only parents today. It was my luck that my mother was, and still is, the world’s greatest educator. Really! I mean it! She holds an Ed.D. with a focus in multi-cultural psychology. That means that she could literally teach anyone! Even me. It is not that I am stupid or anything like that (at least I don’t think so), but my pre-adopted life had led me to being a 13-year-old boy who was held back and stuck in 6th grade, and failing! In the summer following my adoption my mother sat with me all summer and studied. All I remember of that summer is learning. Somehow, she had gotten my school to agree to test my knowledge at the end of that summer and, should I pass their tests, to put me in with my rightful age group. They put me through their tests. That year I went into 9th grade. It was then and there that I knew that I wanted to be just like her.
Making through high school seems like a miracle (just like it is for many others), but make it I did! During my junior and senior summers in high school I worked as a counselor in a summer camp for children with emotional disabilities affiliated with the school founded by my adopted parents. I found that I related to those children, that I could communicate with them, and that I could help them grow and become happier with themselves. It was a feeling like no other! I then realized that I wanted to help people. As a result of this experience I set my ambitions to becoming a therapist so that I could help others. Who knows, maybe if I help enough people, then I would be able to help myself. Maybe I could make my previous life mean something other than pain, if I could use that experience to help others.
This is my David, with a heartfelt tribute to my father last year at Shloshim (thirty-day memorial service). Here, he is a married man, with both a rabbinical ordination and a BA in psychology, and four children KY”H (the two older girls are his wife’s of the previous marriage, but I consider all four my grandchildren). Because of marriage and family responsibilities, he had to put his education plans on hold, and my biggest fear was that, gainfully employed and successful, he would forgo further education. I am thrilled and want to shout to the whole world that my David has been accepted into a graduate program and next Monday he is starting his journey towards a degree in Marriage and Family Therapy, combined with Mental Counseling. Now go back and re-read the first paragraph of his essay. Of course, I was not the only one sitting with him that summer; my husband was drilling him in his Hebrew studies, and a friend of ours, high school math and science teacher, tutored him in those subjects. But it is his indomitable spirit, his determination, that drove him, and I am sure, will drive him to success now!
These are my youngest grandkids, Ariel and Shira, enjoying zoodle muffins they have made. Ariel, a born engineer, operated the spiralizer you see on the table, and Shira was in charge of the muffin machine (you can see the little pink and blue gadget behind her on the right).
They don’t know it – maybe one day I’ll tell them – but on the first Sunday their father spent with us as our foster child, we took him to an afternoon symphony concert for children. One of the pieces performed was Grieg’s In the Hall of the Mountain King. David, who had never attended a concert of any kind before, sat with his mouth open, enthralled. The moment we came home, he ran to the piano and started picking the melody with one finger. That was an “Aha!” moment – we engaged a music teacher who came to our house twice a week to give David piano lessons. Later, as a gift for graduating high school, we bought him a keyboard. He always plays it and sings with his kids at home, so Ariel, the little engineer, has explored my big piano on all sides and finally inquired, “Bobbe, where does your keyboard plug in?” Shira asked no questions; she climbed on and did exactly what her dad had done years ago: started picking a melody with one finger. Not wanting to be left behind, Ariel joined her.
So where is the recipe, you are asking. Right here: I simply used my Chocoodles recipe and plopped cake batter into the Muffin Machine. In one sentence or less: kids came, kids made muffins, kids love them!
Great share! Thanks for inviting us to know more of your family. Have a great weekend ahead baking and enjoying the goodies with family!
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Thank you so much for your kind words! You too have a great weekend! 😻
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I love the name of your grandkids.. I heard Ariel last in the cartoon show of mermaid … Good to hear it again.
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Thank you so much for your lovely comment, dear!
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you for reblogging.
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I love your recipes and the stories you provide along with them. Thank you and you’re welcome.
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Thank you, Jueseppi!
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Congratulations to David, good for him! Lovely grandchildren too 😺😺
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Thank you so much, Samantha! It means sop much to me! 😻
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Sounds like such a wonderful time!!!
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The best!
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thank you for reblogging.
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Wonderful! Great, you all had fun, and the piano is not seen full of chocolate, too. LOL Kids are always funny with chocolate and cooking. Have a great weekend ahead. 😉 Michael
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Thank you, Michael! I had trained my kids, and they have trained their kids in turn, to respect books and musical instruments. No food or drinks are allowed anywhere near the piano, guitar, or books.
Have a wonderful weekend! 😻
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Love the stories of your family. How wonderful to have your grandchildren play the piano for you.
The ballet was an extra special treat.
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Thank you so much, dear! Yes, at some point they have to start playing and singing for me, instead of me playing and singing for them – LOL 😻
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What a beautiful story to share with us all, and those kinder, gorgeous! M’wah my friend. You and this post are my #BlogCrush today! TY ❤
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Those kinder are my life! When I go there, and they see my car and run out with “Bobbe is here!” – I melt, as you could imagine! Thank you so much for understanding 😻
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So moved by this true story of love and determination! Happy ending 🙂
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Thank you so much for your lovely comment! 😻
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Shabbat Shalom😄 have a nice weekend and shavua tov
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Same to you, dear!
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Wonderful to see your grandkids 😀
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Thank you so much, dear Christy, they are my world!
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They look so beautiful.
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Thank you so much, dear!
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your welcome.
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How beautiful to see love passed on. ❤
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Thank you so much, Anna, for your lovely comment!
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This is a nice story! Heartwarming and full of so much nachas! Enjoy baking and playing with your beautiful family.!💕💕
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Thank you, Carol! I really am more than excited – overwhelmed, and I only hope that he stays with it and follows through.
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He is such a fine person. However it all turns out, it will be good, because he is so good. A win win!
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Thank you so much for saying that! From your mouth to H-shem’s ears!
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Amen!
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Your grand children are really blessed to have you. I see they are having so much fun! Blessings to you all.
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Thank you so much, dear! We say that those who bless others are blessed by the A-mighty, so double blessings to you!
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Dolly, I may never have met you but I am overwhelmed with love for you at this moment. You and your amazing husband. This whole piece is so uplifting, such a reminder that you can if you will. A lesson in patience, a lesson in perseverance, a lesson in the abiding all-pervading truth that Love really is all you need. I send SO many heartfelt congratulations to David … I need not add that he will simply shine. I send also heartfelt love to your whole beautiful family and I send my thanks to you for sharing this lovely post. That essay …. wow! X
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Dear Osyth, I thank you so much not only for your wonderful comment, but mostly for understanding the Power of Love!
David is starting his journey today – I am crying and shaking and the same time!
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Dolly – hands across the ocean, I understand the power of love! I can only imagine how incredibly emotional yesterday was for you – your boy has harnessed that power is such a fantastic way and may his journey be blessed along with yours
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Thank you, dear Osyth!
We say that those who bestow blessings upon others, are blessed by the A-mighty. You are double-blessed now!
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I love ballets, classical music literature and piano recitals. But these are even more fascinating in talk of food and family history…. Now I know where all of the love comes from that you post!!! ❤❤❤
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Thank you for understanding and empathizing!😻
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I’m only loving the Love!! 💕❤💕😃
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We need more people in the world who only love the Love – “All We Need Is Love!” 😻
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Yep!!! Love is powerful!!! I love that. song: “all we need is love”! Big Smiles!!!
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Beautiful! Wondrous! Explosively heart warming! Thank you and thank you again for sharing this exceptional story. Hugz
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Thank you so much, dear Ren! Your lovely comment means the world to me!
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This is such a lovely post. It’s fantastic how you have interspersed with little stories about your family’s history , so good to read #BlogCrush
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Thank you so much, dear; I am so glad you like it!
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Reblogged this on koolkosherkitchen and commented:
Today is a National “Kiss the Cook” Day, and I am repeating this post that features my two favorite cooks: my youngest grandchildren Ariel and Shira. Sending kisses and best wishes to all the cooks around the world!
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Great and lovely story, Dolly. Good parents can be the best, that any kid get and then they look, learn and respect their parents in such great ways in life.
Wish you all good, dear friend.
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Thank you so much, dear Irene, and I wish you Happy Holidays and the best of health in the upcoming year!
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Thank you Dolly. Wish you a new and wonderful year.
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Wow Dolly,
Such a powerful and loving post. So thoughtful of you to share a part of your life by introducing us to your wonderful son and grandchildren. I loved the story of you and your husband teaching him at a young age to elevate his potential and how that dedication has transformed him into the success that he is today and that he will continue to be as he pursues his next goals in life. I was also particularly touched by the way you compared the part of the story of your son with that of your young grandson today wanting to be inquisitive and to learn and try new things in life (just like your son) to uncap his potential in life as well. Congratulations on raising such a wonderful son and blossoming that into such a wonderful family ! Love Gary
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Thank you so much, Gary, for your lovely and thoughtful comment! I treasure your support and your friendship,
Dolly
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As always, I love your stories! And this one is best, because it’s your son, and babies!! children are a blessing from the Lord, and grands are even grander!!
What a wonderful thrill, that he is fulfilling his dream!
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Thank you for understanding, dear Melinda! Only mothers and grandmothers can understand each other!
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I’m simply in love with with this blog…thanks for sharing 🙂
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Thank you so much, dear Piya, and thank you for stopping by!
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My pleasure 😊
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