What it means to be well-rounded

As I was teaching a piano lesson today at a home near my house I noticed a couple different things within the household that spurred a reason to write and explore deeper what I experienced. One of the family members who was school age was looking at some music (I assumed), walking throughout the house and practicing singing that music in some other language I did not recognize. Another child also around the same age was listening to the top hits on the radio or possibly another music device, like an iPod. Then the phone rang. The father answered and said, "hold on one moment." One of the boys answered the phone and said, "who is this?...oh, right. hey." That triggered in my mind the question of what would my son, who is about 7 1/2 months old, like to be if he was well-rounded.

I happen to love music in all aspects possible. When I was a little girl I did talent shows, whether it was singing and dancing to "Walk like an Egyptian", or playing on the piano, "Everything I do I do it for you" by Bryan Adams. Now that I am "all grown up" I love listening to music, playing the piano, learning how to play new songs on the piano or writing new songs, recording songs in a studio, dancing to music (sometimes just for exercise), and singing mostly in the aspect of karaoke. My life is like a song that is unwritten and as I live each day it will eventually become like a scroll from the book of love. [Inspired by Natasha Bedingfield and the movie, Shall We Dance?]

Will my son love music as much as I do? He may or may not. But the point is that I hope he finds his passion in life and becomes a well-rounded individual. I know my son is like a sponge in the sense that everything he will do, see, or learn each day will mold him into what he will become and he will soak up anything that he experiences. So far his first 7 1/2 months of life have been pretty easy for him. What I hope, though, is that someday he will be well-rounded, which to me means he would have common sense, manners, love, intelligence, physical health, a sense of humor, an understanding of spiritual connection, and knowledge of the arts and sciences. This relates to the above mentioned family because I hope that my family will also have that sense of discipline with practice, focus on passion, and still have a sense of spontaneity when someone calls you and you remember, "oh, right. hey."

What Pecans and Beets have to do with Love

So this is my first blog and already I'm feeling more confident with relaying my messages to the world. It gives me a self-esteem boost to know that somebody opened up my blog, read it, and replied with a comment. It's kind of like when I give a present to someone at Christmas and I see their face light up and how much joy I can give to someone. However, I'm not too sure how pecans and beets have to do with love but I'm going to try to tell you.

My Grandma used to make beet soup, which I just found out is spelled Borscht. I remember it was interesting that I was eating something purple for dinner. It had beets in it, obviously, and beef...and other vegetables...and even sour cream, which sometimes made it pinkish-purple. Well, for the first time ever I made Borscht the other day and I quite liked it! Unfortunately, my husband does not. But I can make it when he's not around or wait for the right moment when my Grandma is in town to make it for me.

Now here's where the pecans come in...I found out several years ago the very good qualities and nourishing aspects of pecans. They are also very special because each pecan that falls from the tree can open up and one can find a delicious and somewhat sweet nut that is awesomely designed. It takes very many of these single and unique pecans just to make a pecan pie, let's say. Pecans also have Omega-3 fatty acids in them that help improve mood and adjust someone's body cells to be more balanced healthwise.

I feel the need to tell you what I really meant to say when I stated there would be a correlation between how pecans and beets have to do with love. My father will always be a special man in my life and this year for Christmas and many other times he has shared the love of pecans with me. I know he will have many more years to come with sharing the joy of pecans with others. I also feel that my Grandma and my mom shared the love of beet soup with me and that tradition will remain in my heart and now my mind since I can recreate it in my kitchen.