It's no secret who the musician is in our MicroMcFamily. Pete sings, writes songs, and plays the guitar, harmonica, mandolin, and banjo. It's no secret to Finn, either, who once handed me a guitar then quickly grabbed it from me and gave it back to Pete when it became clear that I have no business handling a guitar unless I am performing roadie functions.
But I played the piano from age 6-18 and the flute from 5th grade through high school, and I can carry a tune. (Finn is fine with letting me sing.) I was no slouch in band and church choir.
Last night, during a piano plonk, Finn reached up and grabbed my flute, which has been assembled and laying behind the music stand for awhile with the idea that I will try to play it now and then. He went to give it to Pete, but we convinced him to give it to me. I played around with it and pulled out some music, treating Finn to a little Twinkle Twinkle among other tunes. When I stopped, he took the flute and gave it to Pete. Pete told him that it was mama who plays it and proved that it was not daddy's bag. Pete gave it back, and I played some more.
This morning, Finn desperately wanted some guitar time, going into our room where the guitars live in winter and grabbing Lily, the smallest guitar, and trying to drag her out of her place. I put it on the bed and explained to him that daddy did not have time right now, and Finn and I sat down at the piano for a little while.
Here I was, all excited that I could even remember fingering after 20 years of not touching the damn thing. I was thinking I could provide Finn with some musical joy as well.
Then he grabbed the flute. And took it to Pete.
This is going to take some work.