Monday, February 28, 2011

Instrumental Anguish

My son is killing me. Yet again. Despite Lucas' struggles in school, he has consistently—since kindergarten—received very high grades in music. His music teacher says that he has a lovely singing voice. He is good at staying in tune. He has a good sense of rhythm. He is—through the inexplicable miracle of genetics—musically inclined.

On Friday afternoon, he was singing a song to me in the car on the way home from school. He said that he had "written" the song that day. It was quite obvious that he was making it up as he went along. Though I clapped several times during the song (in a cleverly disguised attempt to bring it to an end), it went on and on....and on. Some odd little ditty about the changing of the seasons. As I was listening to his rambling song, I thought to myself, You know, he really does have a nice voice.

Ruanita and I had recently discussed our desire to get Lucas into music lessons of some sort. I would like him to learn to play an instrument. I think he would be good at it. I think he would enjoy it. I think it would give him an outlet for the anxiety he struggles with at times. And, most importantly, I think it may just give him a boost of confidence that could spill over into other areas of his school work. So Friday afternoon, I decided to take it upon myself to introduce the concept to Lucas. The conversation went a little something like this.

Me: Lucas, would you like to learn to play a musical instrument?
Lucas: Sure.
Me: We could sign you up for lessons and you could learn to play an instrument. That would me fun, huh?
Lucas: Sure.
Me: So what instrument would you like to learn? What about the guitar or maybe the violin?
Lucas: No, the guitar is too hard for me.
Me: You've never had guitar lessons. What makes you think it's too hard?
Lucas: It just is. I don't want to play the guitar. Besides, I already know what instrument I want to learn to play.
Me: Oh, great! What's that?
Lucas: The tuba.
Me: Seriously?
Lucas: Yea, the tuba. Or some other instrument I could blow.
Me: How about a saxophone? It's an instrument you blow.
Lucas: What's a saxophone.
Me: It's a cool, jazzy instrument. Very smooth. Very cool.
Lucas: No, I want to play the tuba.

Okay, I have readily admitted on numerous occasions to being a horrible person. When my son said that he wanted to learn to play the tuba, my mind immediately envisioned every high school tuba player I've ever seen. Overwight kids who barely fit into their marching band uniforms. Boys with a multitude of acne and minimal social skills. Yes, this is a horrible stereotype. I realize the ugliness of what I am typing. But come on....Lucas already has several strikes against him. The glasses, the pasty white skin, the foot orthotics, the video game obsession, the gusto with with he enjoys watching Antiques Roadshow with his momma. Do we really need to introduce a tuba into the mix? So, being the utterly detestable person I am, I tried to talk my son out of the tuba.

Me: Are you sure you want to play the tuba? It's really big. And heavy.
Lucas: I don't know. Maybe.
Me: I think you would really enjoy the saxophone or the guitar. Or even the trumpet would be cool. It's another wind instrument. Trumpet players are super cool.
Lucas: No, no trumpet. Wait, wait! I know what I want to learn to play! It's not the tuba. I know exactly what instrument I really, really, really want to play!
Me: (with an obvious sigh of relief) That's great, Lucas. What instrument is it you want to play?
Lucas: The harp. I want to play the harp.

What the hell?! Ummm...perhaps the tuba isn't so bad, after all.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Instruments are like personalities... when you find the right one, you just know!

Meg said...

the baritone is not too bad - and it is basically a little tuba.

You also could try for the trombone. Tell him it slides and that only kids who are really good at the wii can get the trombone motion correct! It's worth a try

Shannon Ralph said...

The trombone isn't a bad idea. I would love for him to learn the piano, but we have nowhere in our house to put a piano. We'll see. I think once he gets in 5th grade, his school has a band. So we'll see. Ruanita has a flute from her middle school band days, but he has no interest. Go figure. :)

Madgew said...

My grandson plays the guitar and he loves it. It also works wonders for his focus and concentration. Also, he makes up great songs. I suggest guitar.

Leenata said...

I laughed out loud when I read the ending....

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