Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Musical hooligans...

This is going to be a shameless bragging post, so if you'd rather not be bored by someone who is, perhaps, overly impressed with her own progeny, move on.

Many years ago, I decided that all of my children would take piano lessons.  It's a hill I'm willing to die on, because, really, who regrets being made to learn an instrument, assuming they're not forced to practice for hours a day, Tiger Mom style.  As my children are extremely active, okay, more like wild, violent, rambunctious hooligans,* and had never expressed any interest in learning to play,** I expected to have to throw down with them on this one.  Imagine my shock when they each, gasp, truly enjoyed playing the piano.  Don't get me wrong, they are still who they have always been.  No one is sitting at the piano and playing for hours, but, the instrument is in the hall, and whenever they walk by they often stop and play something.***

So, here are David and Jacob rocking it out on the piano.  You can't tell from the video, but there are about 120 or so people here.  I would have wet my pants.  I nearly wet my pants on behalf of my children.

And here's the reason they love it.  When I was looking for a teacher after we moved, a friend (who would have been their teacher if we'd stayed in Virginia) said, "You just need to find someone who loves music and loves kids."

*Seriously, they can turn anything into a weapon.  The FAA should add popsicle sticks and masking tape to their forbidden items list because David just made a really effective knife using only those things.
** Actually, David asked for piano lessons when he was six and saw my dad take the piano apart to check out the inner workings, but I think he kind of missed the point.
*** Especially if they're on their way to do school work or chores.  They've totally sniffed out my eagerness in this area and know they probably won't get nagged/yelled at for stopping to play something. 


  1. Your friend's advice sounds very wise. I don't regret taking the piano and still loved to play. But my teacher loved music and didn't really understand kids so the lessons were eight years of torture. Still, I learned a lot and am glad I went through it. Congrats on finding the magic mix.

    1. That reminds me of what my favorite OB said about an unpleasant neonatologist. "If he can't deal with people, he should have been an anesthesiologist."


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