And, my kids picked...the VIOLIN!! Laine begged for two years to play the violin. We said maybe, drug our feet, offered piano (you know, MY instrument) and finally gave in. Now, we have a line in front of the dusty piano for a turn on the Suzuki violin foot chart.
Yes, I am a classically trained piano teacher, and my children are fighting over their turns to play the violin.
My brother played the violin.
I play the piano.
I have already been through beginning violin and still remember vividly that tiny violins sound...like tiny violins. I remember listening to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in an interminable loop. I remember, smugly thinking, it's a good thing that I teach PIANO...no tiny violins in my future.
Annabel had her first violin lesson this week. She was thrilled! She needs a 1/32 size violin (if anyone has one...), which, for those of you keeping score, is the tiniest of the tiny violins. Basically it is a key chain with strings.
So, I bummed my brother's old violin off my mom...and decided to join 'em!
And you know what...I was mistaken! Tiny violins sound like happiness rolled in fairy dust.