Passing The Gift Of Music To Mr. Sweetie


About a week ago, I was lying on the bed with Mr. Sweetie, trying to think of songs to play for him. I have been making a playlist of fun songs for him over the past couple months, adding songs here and there, but I play it almost every day, and I wanted to mix it up a bit. My phone came with a couple silly instrumental songs on it, so I was switching through them absently, when I found a violin version of Goldberg Variations by Bach.

Instantly, Mr. Sweetie started smiling, and wiggling around excitedly next to me. It made me laugh, and then I remembered how, when I was pregnant with him, I had the stereo in our truck constantly tuned to the classical station. This was for two reasons, aside from my own personal love of classical: the first was that the CD player was broken, and that was the only station I could stand listening to for any amount of time. The second reason was that I was pregnant and needed to pee a lot, which made getting stuck in traffic even more irritating than usual. I started to rage verbally in the truck, because I could feel my stress going up over all the cars at standstills around me, and the classical music calmed me.

When I was a very little girl, I used to go and spend a bit of time with my paternal grandmother, who had an electric organ, and she introduced me to all of the well-known classical composers (and some more obscure ones). One day, while I was there, she taught me how to read music in an afternoon, and I was able to play a simple song out of one of her books. This is one of my earliest memories, probably aged two or three.

All through my life, it stuck with me. When I was about ten years old, I finally convinced my parents to buy me a keyboard. I would spend hours sitting at it, playing along with the pre-programmed songs that I was teaching myself by ear. About a year later, I began taking piano lessons, and my first adult move in my life was to purchase a new, bigger keyboard, that had the capacity to record what I played. I started making and writing my own music, all the while continuing to play classical pieces out of my music books.

During my teenage years, I stopped playing. I miss it, and have made up my mind to pick it back up when Mr. Sweetie is a couple years old, so I can relearn and teach him to play, too. But I never stopped loving music, and classical has always had a special place in my heart. It is something that my grandma and I have always shared together, and has been one of the greatest gifts I have ever been given.

Without planning it at all, I shared the same thing with my unborn Sweetie, and now, at almost six months old, unable to speak yet, I can tell that his love affair with beautiful music, particularly classical, has already begun. When he is fussing or crying, all I need to do is sing to him, or put on some classical, and he is immediately calmed. There is a special connection there that makes him stop and listen, that brings him peace and relief. And it is a connection that I will nurture for the rest of his life so that, should he ever have little sweeties of his own, he can pass it on to them.

Do you remember when you first fell in love with music? Is there anyone, particularly a small child, with whom you can share your love of music? What are the kinds of music that calm you?


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Mami is an artist, aspiring entrepreneur, and first-time, full-time mother. She enjoys long walks with Mr. Sweetie, good food and cooking, her family and dear friends, writing, arting and crafting. She doesn't know everything, but wants to learn, and loves to do research and share what she finds. She thinks life is like a box of puzzle pieces: you keep trying until it fits, because every piece has its place. She owns and operates whatever she sets her mind to, and knows that the sky is only the limit if you haven't left the ground yet.

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