Our Young Rocker

Written by Lisa on Wednesday 8 March 2006

Hubby has a lot to answer for! I always wanted my children to be musical. I love to sing and hubby is a guitarist, so of course music plays a large part in our household.

However while Ray loves her nursery rhymes tapes and to watch old musicals like ‘Seven Brides For Seven Brothers’ or ‘Mary Poppins’ Jay can more often be seen ‘rocking out’ to ACDC or Queen.

He was bought a plastic guitar for his birthday in August. It has been dropped so many times that it no longer plays music, but it works great as a prop. He is so attached to this piece of blue plastic that he often sleeps with it.

Tonight after collecting Ray from her tap and ballet dancing class I found Hubby, Jay and baby D in the living room watching a Bon Jovi video. Jay was prancing about the room pretending to play lead guitar (he has the rock pose perfected!) his microphone and stand was set up in front of the TV and he would sing a few incomprehensible words into that once in a while, with the occasional break for a bang on his bongo or a keyboard solo.

Poor Ray wanted to put on Disney’s Beauty and the Beast so she could show us her new dance, but Jay stood in front of the TV telling Ray that it was rock time and refusing to turn it off.

Even when his dad is at work he makes me put on the rock cds (these can be ACDC, Metallica, Meatloaf, Queen, Bon Jovi, Led Zeppelin, I could go on and on and on!) and shouts “louder mummy louder!”

I love it that he likes music, and for his third birthday we are definately going to buy him a proper childs guitar and teach him to play. But I would have much rather that he got my taste in music, which is much more sedate.

Its bad enough that I have had to listen to cheesy rock for the last ten years when hubby is home, but to have to listen when he isn’t is just pure torture. Whats worse is that I am not allowed to sing or dance along, because apparently I can’t rock properly. Dad is free to join in, and Aunty O got a lecture last week for not strumming the (pretend) gutiar properly. But mummy must just watch, admire and if I am lucky I get a go on the bongo!