On the fifth day-music class day-he’d walk into school slowly, shoulders slumped, knowing that “boooooring music” loomed in his future. He once fidgeted so much during a school concert that he nearly fell off the top riser.īy first grade, he was excited to go to school four out of the five days a week. Except that all his buddies sang and dance while my son stood looking half-bored and half-miserable. We were so excited for his first preschool holiday concert where he and all his little 3-year-old buddies would sing and dance in unison(ish). Imagine my surprise when, by age 2, he would scream “MAMAAAAA!” to get me to stop singing kid-song-classics like “The Wheels on the Bus.” Dude did not seem to like music (or my singing). It wasn’t a matter of whether our son played in a band it was a matter of which instrument-or instrumentS!-he would choose.

My husband and I both played instruments growing up, so we sort of assumed that musical ability and interest was deeply embedded in our genes.

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