One night, a few months ago, Charlie and I rented the movie August Rush.
(It was a great movie, that I highly recommend.)
Before we returned it, I let the children watch portions of the film and they were totally enthralled. Seeing as our children love to dress up and pretend, they wasted no time suiting up like the main characters.
Long before we had children, our house has always been full of music. Whether by music we are playing on the stereo, or music that Charlie is creating as he strums his guitars. Or me, walking around and imagining I'm Julie Andrews.
Yesterday, a local middle school performed a Christmas concert in the middle of my office.
There were at least 20 children, playing violins, violas, cellos and one brave boy playing the bass. When I arrived they were squeaking out Jingle Bells and it felt like my ears might bleed. I couldn't help but think about the Suzuki music lessons I'd almost signed our children up for when they were only four-years-old. "Thank goodness you never followed up on THAT crazy idea!" I snickered aloud as I imagined the men in white coats coming to cart me off to the sanitarium after being subjected to four-year-old triplets practicing their "music."
But then, the stringed orchestra broke in to the most beautiful rendition of Gloria In Excelsis Deo I've ever heard in my life and my eyes immediately began to overflow. It made me rethink my whole stance on young children and music lessons and maybe I should sign them up TODAY.
Why, we could have a bona fide quartet and what a wonderful treasure to have a house full of sweet children playing music!
In truth, I don't know if I have the patience to get to the point where they actually sound good. My fear is that I'd go so nuts with all the noise sQueAkiNG noise, I'd wind up using itty bitty violins as kindling.