Music to My Ears
I always wanted to be musical. I sang along to my Donny & Marie and Carpenters records. My sister and I played 'music star' using a spatula as a microphone. I tried to play the clarinet- that lasted less than a year. My parents should be sainted for living through three kids who learned (or tried to learn) the clarinet. Have you ever heard a beginning clarinet player? No? Lucky you.
In college, I took a piano class, thinking I would finally find my niche. I got a D.
At the beginning of this year, Spencer told me he wanted to be in the sixth grade orchestra. Okay, I thought, maybe he got some of the talent my mom and sisters have. I asked what he wanted play? The cello.
Oh! If I could play any instrument it would be this one. I think it's beautiful. The sound, the way you look sitting behind it. It's all good. Learning to play it- yeah, not so much. It's almost painful, like a cat with his tail in the door. But, Spencer has persevered and worked hard to learn. I went to his concert this week where he did so well. I was very proud and a little jealous. If I can't be a musician, I'll live my dream through my kids.
He told me that next year, he wants to change instruments. Yes! No more whining cat during practice. What does he want to try?