I found out just before school was dismissed for the year that my child no longer has music class. This is something I can not fathom. Music was a staple when I was growing up. We all went into a pristine white room that had a huge( huge then, now not so much). We learned various songs that we would eventually perform in an assembly. Then came 5th grade. This was the year of the recorder. Looking back now, those little things are EVIL. However as a parent, I was actually looking forward to the days of cotton stuffed into my ears as my little darlings squeaked and squawked in an attempt to master the melody. I am saddened by this possible missed parenthood milestone.
Music to me is medicinal. It truly does soothe the savage beast. Thing 1, Thing 2 and I can be riding down the road, the Things in the back doing what they do best, and a song comes on the radio and for those 3 minutes, 22 seconds there is harmony. If it happens to be a song that we all like, the windows are rolled down, the radio is turned up and we sing at the top of our lungs. While it is not pleasing to the ears, it is pleasing to my heart. We are making memories.
Songs, tunes and little diddies have that effect. They are memory markers. For instance, "It's Raining Men" came on the office radio just the other day, and the first thing I thought of was my dear friend Amanda from my brief stint in college. I aptly let her know that she had been thought about because of that song on Face book. She responded basically that the song has the same effect on her.
It's the little things. The simple sounds that trigger the fondest memories from all periods of life. I can't imagine not having this in school. Our kids are robbed enough because of budget cuts, do they really need to take that away to boot? Now to figure out if there is anything that can be done about it.
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