Monday, October 13, 2014

It's what I am made to do



Evan has been in drum lessons for about 5 months. He goes once a week for half an hour. He really really enjoys it. This fall, when I asked him what sport he wanted to play he simply answered, "All I want to do it drum."


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A little back story. I love music. I love musicians. Someone with that gift really inspires me. The way someone can manipulate an instrument (voice included) has always put me under some sort of spell. The expection to this rule was drumming. Not that I don't appreciate people who play the drums...I DO! It is just that if you are a drummer you are always drumming. Drumming fingers, pens, notebooks...it drives me batty. I even remember having conversations with my girlfriends about never dating/marrying a drummer for that reason.

Fast forward to my mid (cough cough) thirties. I am thrilled Evan wants to start music. Music isn't a contact sport. You can't blow out a knee or get a concussion drumming. Plus, I am very excited his daddy's music gene was passed down. While I love and appreciate music...I, myself, am not musical. I have sung in choirs where my voice will blend nicely with others and I might have spit into the played the flute for a couple of minutes (there is no photographic evidence of this) but I am not musical. I was even happy he wanted to drum...until he started drumming.

He drums on the table. He drums in the car. He drums on the water in the bath. He drums on his body. He drums on MY body. He drums on the couch. He drums in bed. He drums on his brother's head. He drums in his sleep. He. Does. NOT. Stop. Drumming and I literally might lose my mind.

So today, while I was making dinner, Evan was drawing, a new hobby he's picked up. About every 45 seconds he'd stop, step back, evaluate his picture, wait for it...while he drummed. I have told him about 50 times today to stop drumming. So I sharply yelled said, "Evan!!! The drumming HAS to stop!" He froze and melodramatically put his head on the table. When he looked up at me he said, "But moooooommmm, it is was I am MADE to do."

So without further ado, here is what Evan as "made to do".

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