In Concert

I'm just home from a concert - the Spring Concert of the Cardinal Chorus of North Central College.  It was #2 Son's first ever appearance on stage.  He was a member of the Bass Section, and he did wonderfully.

His career at college has been spotty, at best.  His GPA is well below what I KNOW he's capable of, yet, on many levels, I know my expectations are too high for him: just because he's scary smart doesn't mean it will translate into a performance that will give him grades.  Asperger's is a funny syndrome - it's hard to define and, essentially, not curable.  He will develop an understanding of much that "normal" people know through instinct, through intellectual processes.  All of which explains why I was so proud of what I saw and heard this evening.  He's been a member of chorus for just a few short weeks.  In that time he's learned songs in Hebrew, Spanish, Latin and English.  I watched him.  When he started chorus he was uncertain - unsure of what he was getting himself into.  What I saw this evening was a young man who KNEW his part - KNEW his songs - and never once 'didn't sing'.

It was a sample of what he's capable of.  A wonderful sample.

Ndinombethe.