I dont want to be the kind of dad that pressures his kids into doing something just because he loves it, and hopes that they can get the early start he didnt get so they’ll be completely awesome and wonderful and great. nope. but I dont mind being something like a dad who has a passion for certain things that he cant help but rub off on the kids, whether or not they take a long-term interest that perhaps leads to awesomeness, wonderment and greatness.
anyway, I like playing music, especially on my mandolin(s). and I think it’s really cool that Caleb likes it too. he prefers the smaller mando, which is fine with me since I’m loving the new bigger one. thankfully the models I have are relatively cheap, which also means they’re somewhat tank-like in their construction, so he really cant hurt anything (knock on b-grade tonewood carved by cheap labor across the Pacific ocean). it also helps that he has a very cautious personality, so I know he’s not going to try to throw it across the room or jump on it or something.
so when we “play” together he knows he has to sit down on the couch or floor and lay it in his lap. he usually wants the strap around his neck and he’s insitant on having all of his picks. I gave him about a dozen picks of various sizes and colors, which he loves to sort and carry around. thankfully he’s slowed down at putting them in the sound holes. right now he just strums the open strings, since he’s not strong enough to fret anything. but he will damp the strings with his left hand and say “uh oh!”, so he is learning how to make it do different sounds. sometimes we’ll sing together a little, but usually its just having fun making noise.
let’s not forget Alice too, since she likes to bang on it a little too. I got the kids their own guitar at a yard sale, which they can bang and jump on all they want. too bad it cant hold a tune, but it’s fun for them. they love to sing kids songs after family devotions too.
so we have fun. of course I cant help but dream about jamming together as the family grows. and usually in those dreams mama’s body is doing well enough for her to play guitar (she’s rather good, but out of practice), and of course the other kid(s?) are gathered around too. I guess I’ll need to get a bass again, since that seems to be the typical dad’s role in the family ensembles. too bad folk/bluegrass-type bass is incredibly boring to play. or perhaps we’ll build a room in the basement and rock out together. then again it could still be just me picking my simple stuff and singing folksy hymns and whatnot, which is cool with me. maybe by then I’ll have a really cool mandolin.
either way, I’m loving the fact that he loves it now, and if the kids to have interest and skill and love for it, I hope we can all enjoy it for many years to come.