Our two kids love music. It only makes sense, or, I was desperately hoping they would love it, and have it in their bones. I will love them for who they are no matter what, but.... (I'm skeptical when a mom says, "I'll love them no matter what but...." and am saying it anyway) I am happy they have great pitch, sweet singing voices and some sense of rhythm. Now, I would like them to learn an instrument, but for now, life is full, and they are still musical pip-squeaks, so there is time for piano, saxophone, bass guitar, and drums. Like I said, I'll love them for which ever musical venue they choose, well, I really didn't say that, but what is true is I'll love them for whoever they are, no matter what.
In the car to school last week, Scout was singing along with her favorite song. It is a nonsense song on pop-radio called Fireflies by Owl City. She loves it so much, I even purchased it from iTunes. We were on our second run through the song, Scout singing full voice, line for line perfection, when she turned down the music (don't worry, the airbag is disabled in the front seat).
She said, "Mom, do you know why I am learning this song so well? It is because if that guy who is singing dies, I can take his place."
I love her no matter what!