yesterday, my first lesson ran late...
ran home, grabbed dog, guitar, and gear,
then drove south to see gram.
late afternoon, my stepmother arrives with her mother and my 23-month-old step-niece.
i had been playing my augusta, and after putting her down to give hugs hello, i sit back down and start strumming.
step-niece looks up from chasing katie around the living room in wonder.
watching the personality/intellect of a small child develop is a truly fascinating thing. i've let her 'touch' my guitars before, but she's been so young thusfar that this was as far as i was comfortable going with that.
i cocked my head at her, thought a bit,
lay the guitar down flat in my lap. strummed again.
eyes wide, she came over, looked in my face for permission,
then tried to strum too.
the intent concentration in watching and mimicking my hand movements was fascinating. since she could only manage the faintest of strums, i tried the august rushian fret tapping method.
this she picked up with far greater success. before long, we were playing duet.
then she amazed me.
while i was working on trying to make different sounds come for her via fretboard, she cocked her head and started experimenting with muting strings.
i nearly missed my dinner date with my mother, i was so entranced in the musical painting we were creating... ran to put the guitar safely cased in the bedroom, and left for town.
came back; much more patriarchal family had arrived, and i sat while they ate and visited with them.
afterward, out comes the guitar again. now my step-brother and his wife are there, proud parents for her advanced performance.
i try a new trick... i strum with a pick, then hand the pick to her to try. it takes a few attempts, then it catches. her jaw drops open and she says 'oooooOOOOhhhh...' looks at the pick in her hand with awe, carries it flatly on her hand to my stepmother like it's the Pick of Destiny.
she showed off all she had learned, stopping for interludes where she would turn around, hands clapping, inviting everyone to applaud for her, then giggling with glee when they did. then back to her music.
then it was time for family to leave, and i swooped her into my arms and carried her back into the bedroom... sat her down on the bed next to my open guitar case, and said to her very solemnly...
"you and i are Sisters in the Music now. we will play together again, when i come back. so i'm going to give you something very important, and you can't lose it."
i dig in my case [she watches with fascination] and grab an RGG pick, b/c it's red and sparkly.
"this is yours now, ok?"
man, she carried that thing out of the house in her fist like she was never letting go.
i'm going to have to practice even harder now,
so i can learn to help my 'lil sis' grow.