I guess this is the norm for July. The days have been hazy, lazy. With Mia off from camp and work being slow, it’s truly been a carefree summer. Mark had a really good day at the Brooklyn Flea on Saturday and we went to our friend Unha and Kenny’s house for a barbeque yesterday. It’s funny to hang out with friends you’ve known for awhile and look around at the gaggle of kids in the room. It’s like, “We made these”.
She looks like a natural, huh? We couldn’t tear her away from the kid-sized drum kit at their house. She was really into it. I don’t think the neighbors would appreciate all that noise coming from our apartment, but it did make me think that at some point the kids should get music lessons.
I started piano lessons when I was about 8 years old. I went over to my friends house every Saturday because we didn’t have a piano back then and we shared a teacher. We didn’t like him though and we always hid in her room with the door locked when we heard the doorbell. We didn’t like the way he wrapped his arms around us to reach the keyboard when he wanted to show us how to play something. It felt like we were being cornered, so when he came knocking on my friend’s door to announce his arrival, we made zipper sounds by rubbing our fingernails on our cords and shouted that we were still getting dressed. A year later my mom bought us our own piano and my brother and I took piano lessons with a new teacher all the way through high school. Half the time I found lessons to be annoying, but I’m glad that I pushed through them, considering I would eventually study music in college after art school.
I can’t tell what instruments the girls might be into. If your kid takes music lessons, how did you decide?
(p.s. btw, Mia hasn’t been wanting to be photographed lately which is why she hasn’t appeared too much. I see the seeds of adolescent self consciousness starting to creep in.)