Time with T

I wanted to share an interesting experience I had with T the other night. He was out playing the piano. He was experimenting with different accompaniments to go with one of the veggie tails songs. I decided to go into the living room and just sit an listen. After a while he got up to go. I stopped him and asked him if he wanted to play a game. I would say a song and he would play it. He grinned and said, "I don't know if I can do that." "I'm sure you can, " I said. He then proceeded to play the top hand of "I am a Child of God." O.K I said, now play the accompaniment with it. He did. Again. I can't, I don't remember it. So, play a different one. He did, a more complicated version. Again, I said. He did. Now I got it Mom.
We did this again for two additional songs. Scripture Power and Book of Mormon Stories. Both played fluidly, both played without written music. He amazes me. Sometimes with the hardness of him, I forget the beauty, the unequivocal raw talent he possesses. His ear, his ability to translate what he hears into music, his amazing ability to create both musical and visual art. He really has incredible gifts. I only wish, as his mother, I could help him understand and capitalize on these gifts.