It's no secret that my oldest child has absolutely no love for music whatsoever. He doesn't care for it. Never has. He couldn't read notes, he couldn't hold a tune, and if he could get away with it, he wouldn't sing either.
Then he went to school.
He discovered the recorder--yes that screechy plastic pipe that drives us all batty.
Suddenly Eric is bringing his music book home every night. He pulls out his recorder and plays the same 3 notes over and over--turning it into a little ditty. He is serious about his work. He asks his younger sister to write the notes above the music. G A B B A G etc. And the boy pipes on. He loves the recorder. His mother has decided to remain silent. Her wishes to hurl the wailing piece of plastic into the manure pit are suppressed. Her boy has found something he loves. He has found an appreciation for music--something we never thought possible.
Pipe on son! We will continue to listen to your efforts and encourage you.
I am looking forward to when your class will be learning the guitar...for so many reasons.
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