– 2:04 pm
You’ve been listening (and reacting) to music even before you were born. Be it jazz, rap, opera, or reggae, you’ve heard it by now. You are The Music Man. Your heart is filled with it and while it’s no big surprise you’re so drawn to it, it’s still the most wholesome thing witnessing you express it freely and outwardly without any reservation. So young and so full of vibrations.
I think it’s a matter of time before you start taking music lessons. There is a prerequisite to that, however. You need to love an instrument enough to want to play it regularly. I’ve been watching you closely and trying not to meddle with your decision. I’ll know when you’ve made the choice(s). So far, you’ve dabbled with the tambourine, castanets, handbells, a xylophone, a triangle, the maracas, and a hand drum. These have all been fleeting moments.
The other day, I bought you a guitar. This is the only time I’ve seen you refuse food in preference of something else. You glued yourself to it. You still can’t fully say ‘guitar’ but the four-finger up-down gesture as if striking strings is pretty clear as a request. When it arrived, you sat on the chair for what seemed like an eternity being Hendrix. It’s like you finally had a part to play from all your music books. You’d become one of the characters. You do this face and head bop (which you copied from me) as if swallowed by the melodies. Amazing.
It’ll be interesting to see how long this (small) obsession lasts but you’re still pretty into it. We were watching Hermanos Gutiérrez – thank you Tiny Desk – and zoned out. You had your guitar in hand, taking it all in. Man, is there more to life than this?
In other news, we’re still fighting your allergies. Your mother’s hairdresser recommended another doctor. No action as of yet. We’ve agreed to only give you basic foods now until your skin completely clears up. Then we’ll see about these Chinese pears and dragon fruits.