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.
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!”
Here, suffer through it with me take a listen
That we must always assume that he can.
That we must always expect that he can.