My Teacher

It may sound like cliche to say my son teaches me things

But when he was born he taught me that I was far stronger than I believed

He taught me not to trust what doctors say

If I had - he wouldn't be here

Then he taught me patience and love

And that no distance is too far to find just the right daycare

And now he acts like a little dad

Told me to keep blogging when I wanted to quit

He asks me if I've been back in the studio

Asks if I'm keeping up with reading the Artist Way

Offers to read me my blog when I'm going through 'deprivation week'

And now he's teaching me to play the guitar

As he learns electric and I learn acoustic

He goes to class

I learn from him

And when he tries to teach me to read notes

He catches on when I try to cheat and count the note repetitions instead

He's a tough teacher

But I wouldn't trade him for the world