A few weeks ago, we went to a carnival in town. The tickets to get in, which were normally $18.00 / person were free because I won them in a raffle at work. And because it cost a hefty penny to get in, I mistakenly thought that all of the amusements would be free. Turns out, that wasn't the case.
After spending $20.00 for lemonades, and $70.00 for various rides, and $16.00 for games that consisted of throwing darts at balloons and trying to toss rings on ducks moving along a conveyor belt, and $12.00 to walk through a butterfly house ... I was ecstatic to see that there was actually one FREE event for the children to enjoy.
A free event which probably will wind up costing me a fortune in the long run, because now ALL of the children want for me to buy them instruments and sign them up for music lessons.
There were flutes.
There were trumpets...
And trombones ...
... on the march.
It's always been a dream of mine to raise children who were musically inclined and foster a love of music in their hearts. Years ago, when we still lived in San Diego, I looked in to signing the children up for Suzuki. But because I appreciate my hearing and sanity so much, I held off on committing to such a program until the children were a little older.
After visiting this recent event and watching the way that they excitedly experimented with all the various instruments - and then, turned down a funnel cake to stay and continue playing ... I'm beginning to think that they might be ready.
Or more importantly, I might be ready.
Carolyn has told me she wants to play the flute, Elizabeth the violin, William the saxophone, and Henry the trumpet.
Now, I just need to remember where I put those noise canceling headphones.