The cello has always been my favorite instrument. You are surprised? "But wait!" you say. "You play the violin? You have always played the violin?" I KNOW and I do love to "play" the violin but I melt when I hear the creamy low tones of a cello.
Growing up a violinist I envied and loved the sounds that came from my brother's room as he played his cello. I knew one day I would have a kid who would become a cellist whether he wanted to be one or not. He would be my favorite son...and he would play for me every day until I died. Good thing I only have one son and that I'm a little bit less crazy now that I'm wise and mature...right? I'm crazier...I know. But that is how much I love the cello.
When my then little two year old ASKED me if he could play the cello I lost it! I was jump-up-and-down-thrilled-to-my-depths excited. First of all, I had never heard of a two year old cellist so I waited...he waited and for the next three years he still would come and beg me to have one after listening to them on the radio. I told him he could try it out when he turned 5.
He has been taking lessons for 2 weeks now and I am in cello heaven. I love every little honk that echos through our home (thankfully cellos do not squeak and screech like violins do) and every little twinkle in his eye as he asks to practice.
Music has always been a legacy in our family that goes way way back and a little while ago I kept that going by providing my son the same opportunities to grow and strengthen others through music. That is my favorite! One day I hope you get to hear him play. He's going to love music and you'll want to hear his soul!