We arrive at cello group lessons. “Oh, my… you have TWO to carry around.” Hearing that comment from the mother of a single baby cello-player was not the first time that I had considered that having two grand-babies in cello lessons was perhaps going to complicate my life a bit. Think of the logistical formula here: One three-year-old who can (with eagle eye always on her) tote around her own baby cello; One four-year-old who can (with a bit more finesse and farther from the ground) tote her own cello; one crazed adult-type who must tote two cello benches under one arm (with circus troupe-like balance), and secure a 22-month-old wild man with the other hand. Exhaustion has set in just describing it. So why not teeny baby violins that could be toted with ever so much more ease? Why cellos that are not only bigger, but require a bench to accompany the cellist wherever they go? The answer is because the two grand-baby-cellists knew exactly what they wanted and that was CELLOS! Enthusiasm and love for the instrument is essential to get that initial buy-in from the darlings. Who am I to stand in the way of the next Pablo Casals, or Yo Yo Ma. Speaking of Pablo Casals, he said some very great baby things, such as:
“Music is the divine way to tell beautiful, poetic things to the heart.”
“Music will save the world.”
“The art of interpretation is not to play what is written.”
“The child must know that he is a miracle, that since the beginning of the world there hasn’t been, and until the end of the world there will not be, another child like him.”
In addition to the two latest baby cellists, the blossoming grand-baby chamber groups consists of one cellist (age ten), two violinists (ages six and ten); a 19-year-old auntie who plays violin, viola and cello. And then there is the half-size baby string bass just waiting to be claimed by a future player (the 22-month-old, I think). Fortunately, multiple pianists also sprinkle the landscape with one accordion outlier.
Someday they will ALL play together… I just know it.