Funny thing is, when your children are young, it's hard to look at them and see what they are going to become when they are teenagers. When I decided to sign up my son for guitar lessons two years ago, I envisioned him strumming peacefully around the campfire, perhaps volunteering to play in church on Sundays.
I'm so naive.
Noah will turn fifteen this year. Fifteen. omg. He has developed a taste for classic rock and Metallica. I cannot tell you how often I've heard Shortest Straw blasting from my son's room. He plays both acoustic guitar and electric. Every day my family enjoys the loud noise of him practicing with the amp plugged in. Some days, I find that we are yelling louder than we normally do just to communicate the simplest things.
"COME AND EAT LUNCH!"
"WHERE IS THE REMOTE?"
"CAN YOU GET ME GLASS OF WATER?"
After a while, I'm like, why in the world are we yelling?
It's because my dear son has his amp cranked up like he's in a music studio, and not a 1400 square foot house with seven other people. So yeh, this is what it's like living with a guitar player. Sometimes when he mentions that he wants to join a band, I cringe a little inside. Believe me, I love that he can play an instrument. But the thought of him making a career goal out of it kind of gives me heart palpitations. I imagine this is what it felt like when I told my mother I wanted to be an artist. Michael's mom probably felt the same way.
Man, we're hopeless! Heh.
While I grip my chest, enjoy these gratuitous rock god photos of my boy.
|The hair only adds to his potential rockstar status, right?|
|An electric guitar, which was gifted to Noah by Elissa and Joey of Punk Rock Parents.|
Hope you enjoy National Guitar Month. Give someone who plays the guitar a big hug and thank them for making beautiful music!