We added a trumpet to the house today. Guy came out of the school with that black case and a huge smile on his face. "Don't worry momma," he said. "I learned all about it today." Then he proceeded to play it for us all in the van on the way home. Wow, I had forgotten in the 3 years since Abby started what a beginning trumpet player sounds like.
Of course, this brought back up the worry that Sam has that we won't buy him a drum set when it's time. We've already agreed to percussion for him - and actually it has been on the table for everyone - but he is the first to declare that as his instrument of choice. Anyway, he had to ask again if I was sure we would get him ACTUAL drums when it was time, and my standard answer of "son, we'll get whatever you need" was once again not reassurance enough.
I love music, I love to listen to it and I so wish I could clap in rhythm. So, for me it is a thrill to think that someday we will be beyond 6th grade band concerts and hear actual music. It makes all the squawks and squeaks worth it.
