Taking A Path To Maturity Via Guitars
Much as we want out kids to grow up and become responsible, somehow we’re always a bit surprised when they actually behave in a mature fashion.
Our youngest son, who’s 15, has been surprising us all year. First, back in January, he signed up for a music class in guitar at school. We confess we were tempted at first to add extra insulation to his bedroom and pretend it was his new recording studio, but we managed to restrain ourselves. Then our son surprised by showing a heretofore unsuspected aptitude for playing the guitar. We can only surmise that his newfound talent spurred him to keep up with daily music exercises, running up and down scales on the guitar strings as if they were the old playset in the backyard.
Well, his father was so impressed that he decided at the first opportunity to get our teen-ager his own guitar. He combed the online classified ads looking for every announcement of an electric guitar for sale. Trouble was, most of those ads wanted ‘way more than we could afford in this recession economy.
We tried to keep it a secret from our son, but you know 15-year-old ears. You can be screaming at the top of your lungs and a 15-year-old won’t hear a word you shout. But try whispering a conversation at the kitchen table over coffee, and the next thing you know he’s dancing around the kitchen singing, ‘I’m getting a guitar! I’m getting a guitar!’
We finally got him to calm down long enough to talk things over with us. After all, there was no more reason to keep the conversation secret. His dad began by setting ground rules: Son had to maintain his grades, do his chores, and most of all, justify the investment by keeping up with his lessons and rehearsals. Naturally our budding guitarist readily agreed to every condition.
However, we got a major parental jolt when Dad inquired about which model of rock ‘n roll guitar our son desired.
A sober countenance quickly overcame the ecstasy on our son’s face. Although we’re sure he thought his parents were utterly clueless, our teen explained patiently that he was learning to play classical guitar, not rock ‘n roll. He wanted something that would serve that purpose, such as a takamine acoustic electric guitar
Or maybe, he said after a moment’s thought, we ought to get an ibanez acoustic electric guitar.
You could have blown us over with a feather! Here we middle-aged Generation X-ers were contemplating our sprout turning into a god of rock, and instead he’s preparing to become the Andres Segovia of his generation!
Our boy is growing up. Soon as we can pick our jaws up off the floor, we’ll congratulate him for his maturity.