Tuesday, January 13, 2009


A momentous occasion in the life of a 4th grader happened to Evan yesterday. It's one I remember well myself. In music class Evan was presented with the most coveted of 4th grade possessions (at our school at least)-a recorder.

When I look back at receiving this instrument myself, I remember the excitement, the fun of learning to read music, playing together as a group, and believing I was a wonderful musician. Which I am sure is the point of the whole experience. It was obviously a good one for me, as it lead to other musical endeavors like marching band and choir.

Now that I am seeing this whole thing from a mother's perspective though? I just want to cover my ears. God bless my mother for doing this 4 times. Is there any other musical device that squeaks quite so badly? Whose sound so closely resembles a dying tortured bird when played incorrectly?

After 2 hours of excited practicing last night Evan was finally playing a recognizable Hot Cross Buns. I love that he is excited. I love he is learning the basics of music. I just wish I could wear ear muffs while he does so. Even Charlie, after he heard the beautiful "music" wafting from Evan's room, asked "Why Evan crying so loud in there?"


sectheatre said...

Too funny!!! In ear plugs so he can't see them? :)

Christy M. said...

Ahhh, the recorder! We played Hot Cross Buns too. It's such a rite of passage, isn't it?

You are so, so funny!!! Good luck with all his practicing!

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