Musicality, In Progress

Because Sam plays two instruments, he has to practice a lot. Oftentimes this happens in the evening, when I’m sitting in a partially darkened living room and he plays his flute or bassoon, or even sometimes just noodles around on the piano.

It is one of my very favorite things in the whole world.

Just tonight, I was futzing around on my iPad when Sam was practicing his flute. He was trying to work something out, studying his music and working with his metronome. He looked up some piece of music on Alex’s phone and mimed the fingerwork on his instrument as he listened.

He has a PROCESS, people.

It is amazing to watch. I don’t even care if he sounds particularly good or not. It is particularly amazing to me because I am not musical at all. Instrumental music is not something I would have ever suggested to any of my kids as their thing. I think that is part of why I love his musicality so much—it is all his.

Watching your child find and grow into a passion, well, that is one of the most incredible things I’ve ever been privileged to witness.

Sam sitting behind a music stand. He is wearing all black with a black fedora and is holding his flute.

Sam at a jazz band clinic last month

I have no real reason to tell you all this other than sometimes I am just really struck by my children and what they bring to the world.

In case you are less, you know, in wonder at my kid, I’ll give you Sam’s advice for dealing with anxiety during performances or auditions: “If you’re nervous, just pretend that [the audience] are boxes.

“And that a couple of the boxes have heads.”

3 thoughts on “Musicality, In Progress

  1. That *IS* super-cool! I have the opposite thing going on – I myself was that musical kid, and none of my kids is that into it. They all did the elementary school instrument for a year or two – my youngest is starting clarinet – but I’m the tiniest bit heartbroken that they won’t get to enjoy playing music for the rest of their lives, like I do even to this day. I know they’ll all find their thing, and that’s what really matters, but I’d be lying if I denied that I wish we could share this.

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