Hereditary Guitar Playing

When I was in high school I developed a somewhat ridiculous crush on the worship leader of my youth group.

I guess most teenage girls go through a stage where they fall head over heels for someone they know they have no chance with ever. And if not then just HUMOR ME.

I will say it made it a little hard to worship the Lord when I was staring at my worship leader and his stinky ole girlfriend stood next to him singing like a perfect angel.

And really the girlfriend was incredibly sweet but that should have been ME up there singing next to him. Never mind the fact that I have no signing or stage skills, IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME.

Well I went to college and soon discovered that there were plenty of other guitar playing fish in the sea.

And then I met Luke. My knight in guitar playing shining armor. Long gone were the days of crushing over an unattainable worship leader there was a new singer in town.

We started dating and I would beg Luke to play the guitar for me. Sometimes he would oblige but mostly he thought it was silly that I wanted to just sit and listen to him play the guitar.

Ah young love.

I went on a cruise while we were dating and listened to some recorded songs of him singing over, and over and over and over. I'm surprised my super cool discman even worked after that cruise, I think I listened to those same 3 songs approximately 800 times.

And then we got married.....

Before marriage I was not aware that Luke's singing and guitar playing did not have time limits. Nor did it understand TV boundaries.  For example, if there is a really pivotal scene in let's say...Real Housewives of anywhere, the last thing I need is for Luke to be off in his own little world playing the guitar and singing at the top of his lungs.

It was a new revelation for me, and after a couple of bumps in the roads (see: ARGUMENTS) we found a happy median when it comes to appropriate times and levels of very loud guitar playing.

And then I gave birth to Luke's spawn....

Noise. Constant noise. I had no idea that the guitar playing, song singing gene was hereditary. But as soon as Eli was able to move he has played the guitar, hummed in harmonicas, shook tambourines and buzzed kazoos.

It's like I live in the middle of a Branson family show that has gone terribly wrong.

I caught Eli and Luke in the middle of one of their songs the other night, this is actually a mild example of the singing and guitar playing that goes on around here, but oh how it just sings to my heart:

This past week at the Dot Mom conference Angie Smith mentioned during her message that she is learning how to support her kids interests even when she doesn't necessarily like them - and I immediately thought of all the loud music going on in my house.

And though Luke isn't my child, I want to support him in all he does even if it drives me bonkers sometimes, and if Eli follows in his dad's footsteps and sings loud all the time even during my most favorite TV shows I will be supportive.

While also investing in a sound proof room.