Drummer Boy

When I met him, he played the snare drum in the high school band drum line. The next year he was the drum line captain. He went on to play in the drum line at Tech and then played in the Nashville Pipes and Drums. He owned a drum set for the early part of our married life, but he never had it set up anywhere in our house. It was always in pieces in the garage, and then he finally decided to sell it before we moved to Texas.

Well, that's changed now. About a month ago, he found a used drum set that was "too good of a deal to pass up." So he bought it. And then he bought hi-hat symbols and stand. And then he bought a base drum pedal. And then he bought a drum throne (if you don't know what that it, it's the seat that the drummer sits on). I didn't really have an issue with the expense, since he hasn't really bought anything for himself, other than a few clothes, in the last 5 years. My issue was where we were going to put this drum set in our home. It has ended up in our bedroom. Yep, that's right, the master bedroom. It's the only place in the house that works, for now.

Anyway, the girls love it, and Drummer Boy does too. When he comes home from work, he asks us, "Have you played the drums today?" And usually Pumpkin will say, "oh, I forgot", and she will run in there and knock out a beat. Princess loves to show them off to her friends. And believe it or not, sometimes, when I'm home alone in the middle of the day, I pick up the sticks and try a little beat myself.

Honestly, I love that Drummer Boy is getting back into it. Musical talent is a gift, and it's not to be wasted. I want my girls to grow up around music, whether it's percussion or flute, rock or classical, it doesn't matter to me. One afternoon, we pulled out the tambourine and the moroccos and the little egg shakers and we had a whole family percussion band! I told Drummer Boy, "I think we are entering a new phase in the life of our family, the LOUD phase."