Last week, I received this email from Young Ladrinka’s music teacher:
At first I thought it was really sweet of the music to teacher to write to me to make sure that I was enjoying the springtime!
And it certainly was long-awaited, what with the snow and all. Why, my heart sang when I saw that the trees were finally budding! I waited for spring through the winter months (AND March! And April!) and now it is finally here! Just try to stop me from enjoying it!
I was about to write back and thank the music teacher for the well springtime wishes when I noticed the addendum to the otherwise pleasant note about the weather.
Some nonsense about the violin.
It seems like Young Ladrinka, that rascal, hasn’t been practicing the violin for the necessary 50 minutes a week.
I know what you’re thinking– why do today’s teachers bother innocent American parents with this stuff? and I admit that it was my first thought too. And also second.
But then I started thinking.
And then I stopped.
But then I started thinking again.
About how maybe, just maybe, it’s my fault that Young Ladrinka isn’t practicing the violin.
I mean, I may have told him not to practice that thing where people, especially I, can hear him.
Because have you ever heard a beginning violin player? It’s not a sound you’d wish on your worst nails-on-a-chalkboard enemy.
And no, 50 minutes a week isn’t a lot of time. I’m sure a 50 minute jaunt through hell would be enjoyable as well.
Believe me, when your kid is sawing that violin for five minutes it can make time stand still. And your life flash before your eyes, to a screeching soundtrack.
On the other hand, screw it. Why is it always the mother’s fault? Because it’s convenient for society to blame us women. As a feminist, I’m throwing off the shackles of blame.
If Young Ladrinka can’t figure out how to practice his violin for 50 minutes a week silently, that’s not my fault.
And I have to be honest. This whole thing is really interfering with my appreciation of springtime. Long awaited though it may have been.
Today on a very special episode of The Mouthy Housewives…
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