I’ve lived through the recorder once already when Cam was in grade 4. He took it again in grade 6. He is currently learning the ukulele and I think that’s pretty cool.
The notice came home awhile ago for me to send the money in for Cuyler’s recorder. I rolled my eyes, sent it in and forgot about it. The past few weeks the recorder has been coming home in his backpack.
I’ve deliberately left it in the backpack because a) I didn’t want to hear it and b) I wasn’t sure if he would be able to play the notes that the class was being taught. There is a lot to process at once while playing an instrument – even a basic one. There were no messages sent home for him to practice or even an update on how he was progressing with it.
I’ve deliberately left it in the backpack because a) I didn’t want to hear it and b) I wasn’t sure if he would be able to play the notes that the class was being taught. There is a lot to process at once while playing an instrument – even a basic one. There were no messages sent home for him to practice or even an update on how he was progressing with it.
This weekend he walked into my room, recorder in hand and demanded I sit on my bed and “LISTEN MOM!”
oy!Well wouldn’t you know it, my boy can play.
Here, suffer through it with me take a listen
They are the two most basic songs to play, but he is playing them and playing them well!
Everyday this kid reminds me that he can do what the others can and that we must always expect the most from him.
That we must always assume that he can.
That we must always expect that he can.
That we must always assume that he can.
That we must always expect that he can.
The recorder is suddenly no longer my least favourite instrument.
Right now it represents Cuyler’s capabilities.
Right now it represents Cuyler’s capabilities.
I love that mantra, chris!!! Excellent. Hold the bar up there and he will reach it. He can. good momma xoxoxo
Love this post, Christine!
I personally could use a reason to enjoy the recorder again. Just sayin’.
Yay, Cuyler!!