Loneliness

Loneliness is one of the biggest killers of a loving relationship or marriage. It’s possible to be lonely when you are together as well as when you are apart.

We have experienced both types of loneliness in our marriage and the effects have been devastating both times.

Our first experience of loneliness came during our courtship years. We had enjoyed an intense year at University, spending lots of time in one another’s company, talking endlessly, getting to know one another’s convictions, beliefs, ambitions…. It was a beautiful season of close friendship and fellowship. And then, abruptly, there was an uprising on campus, with students protesting against the brutal military regime of General Sanni Abachi. The campus was shut down and everyone dispersed home for an unspecified period of time. Unknown to me at the time, that was to be my last time schooling in Nigeria. 

In October of that year, I arrived at cold, wet, Manchester University, my father’s Alma Matta, as a second year transfer student from Obafemi Awolowo university.

The love of my life was several miles away and in the days before mobile phones (yes, those days really did exist), we had no easy way of communicating. We relied on snail mail, and whenever I was able to rustle up some change, long distance phone calls from a coin operated telephone booth.

I missed my soul mate terribly. And he me. Desperately lonely, we both soon found solace in other people’s company, forming unhealthy relationships that threatened to destroy our bond.

Yet, despite the mutual betrayal of our promise to be faithful to one another, we were held together by a bond that was greater than our frailties. The relationships we formed with others did not have the same degree of soul connection that we shared. While those relationships were precious in their own way, they were fundamentally unfulfilling and a counterfeit to the real thing.

By God’s grace and mercy alone, we found our way back to one another, we did the hard work of forgiveness and reconciliation and a few years later, we were happily married.

We resumed our intense love for one another’s company in the first few years of our marriage. It was beautiful. Just like the old days. We went on silly adventures together and we talked and laughed a lot. We had very little financially, but that didn’t bother either of us much. We were happy and carefree.

Then children started to come along, and the demands of family life and the necessities of needing to pay our bills and put food on the table began to take its toll.

We needed to build our careers and fast if we were not going to drown in debt. We lost our joy in one another, and spent more time in strained silence or senseless bickering.

We stopped being a team and didn’t enjoy being in one another’s company. We started to drift apart. This time, the loneliness persisted despite the fact that we shared a home and a bed. These dark times lasted for several years and took its toll on us and on our children also.

Then COVID came. And it became impossible to avoid one another. I started to go on long prayer walks like the one I am on right now and the fog on my heart began to lift. I listened to different sermons by a preacher that I loved and respected and I began to notice the log in my eye. The unfair and unloving ways in which I was treating my husband, the deep disrespect that I showed him through my words and actions. And I began to repent. I knew we needed help but hubby was resistant to having outsiders meddling in our business. He was of the opinion that we would only end up hurting each other more with unguarded and unfiltered comments in front of a stranger. So I had to find us help some other way.

I scoured the internet for marriage courses and stumbled upon a book called His Needs, Her Needs that seemed to have good reviews. I bought the book for myself and started to read it. It was an eye opener, going into greater depth than the sermons I was listening to. I found so much understanding of why we were the way we were. And how some things won’t ever change and that was ok. I made peace in my heart with my forever friend and my attitude towards him began to soften.

I affirmed him, I trusted him more, I challenged his decisions less. And I found so much freedom and peace.

I bought the workbook that accompanied the book and tried to get hubby to read the book. This was first met with the usual resistance but from time to time, I would share a paragraph from the book with him and it would resonate with him. I don’t know what made him pick up the book but eventually he did. And he read it all. We had turned a corner.

From a place of deeper understanding of our individual needs, we were able to let go of long held resentments and expectations. Our friendship was rekindled. We started to laugh again, we started to date again. We had found each other once more.

So now we are in phase 3 of our relationship. The children are grown up now, and grand-patenthood is around the corner. New realities await us. We are shaping a new normal.

Today we share an office, we work on each other’s businesses, and we are excited to hang out together – just like the good old days.

We still spend periods of time apart and while physical distance is unavoidable, we are not lonely anymore. Thanks to tech, even when we are not in close physical proximity, we are in touch multiple times a day, our heartbeats remaining  in sync.

I don’t know who I am writing this for. But if loneliness is plaguing your relationship, do the hard work of finding yourselves again. For us, we were able to achieve this through the pages of an old fashioned book written by an elderly couple. For you, it might be something else. But if you can weather the lonely years and rediscover yourselves, you will realise, as we did, that we always  had what we were looking for all along. The treasure we sought was right there, waiting to be rediscovered.

I don’t believe that our journey towards one another would have been possible without our shared faith in God. Ultimately, I believe He orchestrated the circumstances that led to our reconciliation to one another. But, as always, He shows the way but the decision as to whether or not we take the path remains ours to make.

Here is a link to His Needs, Her Needs on Amazon (not an affiliate link): https://amzn.eu/d/0e5fK7o3. It’s available on Kindle also.

The fleeting gift of childhood is gone in a heartbeat.

It’s hard to believe that this gorgeous photo of my daughter was taken 18 years ago. We were at her baby music class and the professional photographer that was hired for the day perfectly captured the concentration on her face as she listened in rapt attention to instructions for the next activity.

Memories from the years that I took my three children to baby and toddler music classes will be with me forever. Those days are a precious, everlasting gift to me in particular because the children do not remember them as vividly as I do. Nevertheless, they associate their fleeting memories of those sessions with great fondness and happiness. And that matters. A lot.

The American Psychological Association is the largest scientific and professional organization representing psychology in the United States. In a paper published in November 2018, they found that people who have fond memories of childhood, specifically their relationships with their parents, tend to have better health, less depression and fewer chronic illnesses as adults – and that this remained true even for people in middle and older adulthood.

It turns out that being intentional about building loving relationships with your children pays off in the long run, and like all relationships, the more time you spend having quality shared experiences, the stronger the bond. Think of how much time you spent wooing your crush for instance. The same way, your baby or toddler needs your undivided attention on a regular basis. 

When my children were younger, our weekly music playdates gave me both an opportunity and an excuse to bond with each of them in a distraction-free environment.  The classes were away from home so I could not be tempted by never ending chores. I also scheduled them in my diary, so I could legitimately decline meetings or engagements that fell in that time slot.

In those sessions, I caught glimpses into each child’s character in ways that I would have missed at home, as they interacted with other children and adults in the room.  I was able to gently coach them on how to behave in a structured, public environment; to patiently wait their turn to be given the next musical instrument or prop. To learn to respect and follow instructions from another person of authority outside our home. To be proud of themselves when they were able to tap that rhythm or sing that new song (almost) word perfect. To negotiate with a fellow toddler who wanted the same toy without hitting, biting, spitting or crying. All of these dynamics were happening even while we were singing “The Wheels on the Bus” for the hundreth time.  It was a chaotic, yet beautiful and magical experience all at once.

In whichever way you choose to bond with your baby, protect it. Ring-fence it. Schedule it to happen as frequently as possible. And when it does, be fully present. Turn off your phone or leave it in another room or in your car. Because before long, you too will be sharing your children’s photo, like the one above, reminiscing about the days gone by, never to return, when they were still small enough to sit in your lap.

Childhood is a gift, not so much to the children, but to the adults in their lives. Cherish it.

Hello April: Time to Refill, Reflect, Renew, Rebuild

I love the quiet simplicity that signals the arrival of spring. A flower bud here, a blade of grass there, the warmer, brighter days…. Spring sneaks up on you, unnaounced, without fanfare but with a definiteness that is impossible to ignore.

After tumultous whirlwind that has characterised the last 12 months, it’s time to recharge the batteries, take stock and reposition for the future. April will be the time to sow the seeds and lay teh foundation for the next 12 months.

Praying for peace and grace for the journey.

Mother’s Coat of Many Colours

Coat of Many Colours by Dolly Parton

Many parts of the world are celebrating Mothering Sunday today and Church services will be dedicated to Mothers – both present and departed – for their unwavering selfless love.

Dolly Parton’s song, “Coat of Many Colours” tells of how her mother stitched together a coat for her from pieces of rags because they could not afford to buy one. And how the children at school made fun of this coat that had been so lovingly put together by her mum.

And I reflect on how timeless her message is. How mothers today continue to weave the best life they can for their children from the fragments of time, resources and skills that they have.

This is a universal struggle regardless of socio-economic status, race or background.

And so I want to encourage Mothers who are reading this today not to be discouraged. Your love is the greatest gift you can give your children.

The last verse of Dolly’s song is particularly powerful:

But they didn’t understand it and I tried to make them see
That one is only poor only if they choose to be
Now I know we had no money but I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colours my mama made for me

Mothers, your patchwork coat, sewn in love is the greatest gift of all.

Happy Mother’s Day πŸ’œ.

Click here to watch Dolly perform the song.

Where are they now? Dolu Kazeem

Dolu ✌🏾

I first started teaching Dolu when he was aged four years old. At that age, Dolu was more interested in sitting under the piano stool than on it.

Maltesers to the rescue

We developed an understanding around Maltesers which helped sweeten Dolu’s lessons a great deal for us both!

“Hide and Seek”

One of our favourite games for learning keyboard geography was “hide and seek”. Lessons typically consisted of a series of short, focused activities, woven around actually playing the piano itself.

Dolu, the violinist

Sadly, I wasn’t able to continue with Dolu’s lessons and he subsequently developed an interest in the violin. So lovely to see him grown up and confident as he continues his pursuit of music.

Well done Dolu! So proud of you! πŸ‘πŸΎπŸ‘πŸΎπŸ‘πŸΎ

Where are they now? The Price Sisters

Lauren, Abigail and Charlotte Price

One of the first families who attended my early years music classes in the UK were the Price family.

Mum, Melanie, started coming with Lauren probably one to two years after I first opened a centre in their local area. Lauren happens to share my birthday and is therefore, naturally, my favourite 😁.

It was a pleasure to witness the family grow as Melanie fell pregnant with her subsequent two babies. She would bring them to classes, initially in their car seats, until they were old enough to take part themselves. Occasionally, their father, Jonathan, would attend classes if Melanie wasn’t available.

I remember Melanie being gently supportive of her daughters during the sessions. She modelled the behaviour she wanted them to emulate, actively joining in with the singing and the actions even when, especially as toddlers, the children had other ideas!

For three years from 2006, 2007 and 2008, I was invited to run music workshops for the girls birthday parties.

My favourite was the “Music Around the World” party which was held on the 14th of June 2008, for Lauren’s 5th birthday where we “visited” France, Australia and Hawaii among other nations.

I thoroughly enjoyed playing the didgeridoo, wearing Hawaiian leys and grass skirts and singing a song in a terrible French accent about making pastry.

I recently caught up with Melanie to find out how the girls are doing and this is what she said:

All three of my girls are still all very involved in music today.”

Lauren has achieved grade 5 piano and grade 6 singing and is due to take her grade 6 flute next term. She plays in school ensembles as well as in a flute group”.

Her real passion is singing and she is a member of a local Youth Choir and has been in church and school choirs since primary school”.

Charlotte is working on her grade 5 piano and has just passed her grade 6 violin. She is a member of our local  Youth Symphony Orchestra and also plays in a local ensemble as well as school ensembles”.

“Abigail is working on grade 3 piano and has just passed her grade 4 violin. She is part of an Intermediate orchestra and plays in school ensembles as well as a local music ensemble. Abi also sings in church and school choirs”.

I definitely credit their early years music and movement classes with giving them a love of music from an early age. They all loved the classes and have always enjoyed listening to and playing music.”

I have such fond memories of attending the baby music classes.”

Charlotte, Abigail and Lauren Price

I am so thrilled to learn that all three girls have continued to pursue music alongside their other passions – athletics and gymnastics being other areas in which they have excelled over the years.

The gentle, yet dogged commitment of Melanie and Jonathan to supporting the girls’ music education right from infancy has yielded great fruit of which they should be proud. It’s been a honour to play a small part in sparking the girls love for music.

I leave you with this recording of Lauren and members of her youth of choir giving a beautiful, virtual rendition of “Fix You” which I am sure you will agree is absolutely beautiful.

For those of you who despair whether your inattentive toddler will ever settle down long enough in baby music class to learn the finer points of rhythm and pitch, I say NEVER, EVER give up!

You have got to play the long game… Keep the prize in sight. Stay positive, keep engaging, keep persevering. They do eventually click. And the rewards, as I am sure the Price family can testify to, are immeasurable.

Don’t. Give. Up.

Where are they now? Pat Hood: Trainer, Mentor, Friend

Pat Hood

In the year 2000, I took my first tentative steps into Music Education when I bought into an Early Year’s Music franchise in the UK.

I thought it would be good to catch up with some of the friends and families I met along the way to see how they are getting on, and find out what role music plays in their lives today, if any.

First stop is Pat Hood. Pat was assigned to be my trainer and mentor when I became a franchisee of an Early Years music company – Jo Jingles.

The relationship was only meant to last for the first few months during which she would offer support and advice on everything from crafting musically sound programmes to giving advice on business matters such as marketing, sales and finance.

However, in true characteristic form, Pat was incredibly generous with her support and remained a friendly ear that I could bend throughout my time in the UK.

Today, Pat is a treasured friend and source of inspiration as she takes her music wherever she goes, touching lives and bringing hope and light.

Even though she is now in “retirement” Pat continues to play an active role in the music scene of her local community and my ambition today remains as it was all those years ago – to be like Pat when I grow up.

Pat Hood – Trainer, Mentor and Friend