I babysat the younger siblings while Mommy, Daddy, and Noah (5) went to a barbecue supper and recital held at the home of her teacher. When they came to pick up the little ones, Maggie got out her violin and performed for Pop and Nan.
Then I asked if I could make a video while she played. **
“Of course you can!” she exclaimed. “But we have to find a stage and something pretty to be in the background.”
She decided on the side porch, beside a big pot of orange begonias.
“Okay,” she announced. “I’m ready to start.”
I got the video rolling on my phone and she held out her little instrument.
“This is my violin,” she began. “This is the place where I rest my chin, and on the underneath is a sponge to make it comfortable on my shoulder.” Then she pointed at two rubber bands and giggled. “These aren’t for music. They just hold the sponge in place.”
She held out the bow.
“This is the bow and it’s made out of hair-horse.” She looked at me and frowned. “It’s made out of hair-horse.”
She knew it wasn’t quite right, but she carried on.
“This is how you’re supposed to hold the bow,” she told me, arranging her little fingers just so. “And this is how you hold the violin. See?” she said, turning a little so I could look. “You’re supposed to play with your wrist open, like this.”
“If you’re at lessons, your teacher does this.” She plinked at one of the strings. “She tries to make it sound like her violin before we start the lesson.”
“Alright,” I said. “Are you ready to play now?”
She nodded, tucked her violin under her arm, and made a deep bow. “This song is called Song of the Wind,” she told me.
Then she arranged her feet in a Y, tucked the instrument under her chin, and raised her bow. I was expecting mostly squeaks with a hint of a tune, but do you know what? It was the other way around. I actually know what Song of the Wind sounds like.
After she finished playing she favoured me with another bow, and before I touched the off button, she raced down the porch steps shouting, “Can I see? Can I see? I love looking at videos.”
So do I.
** I would so share the video, but I can’t upload home movies to this blog. Lucky, lucky you.