When I was younger, my greatest love was music and playing my flute. After high school, I turned down a music scholarship to experience the world. To this day, I have no regrets about no being a music major. I made so many wonderful memories throughout the years, befriended some extraordinary people, and discovered the inspiring world of digital art. However, I have always felt like a piece of me was missing, and the only thing that could fill that void was playing music.
With great excitement and anticipation, I made the decision to start playing the flute again. I ordered some sheet music books online & blew the dust off my polished silver instrument. How thrilled I was to be reunited with my first true love. That was until I started playing. My terrific three year old turned into a tiny terror and proceeded to throw a temper tantrum until I stopped playing and put my flute away. He was having none of it. This meant so much to me, and now I was heartbroken as I heard him cry and say he didn't want to hear mommy's music anymore.
Personally, I was surprised at my son's reaction to me playing the flute. I had assumed he would think it was neat and enjoy hearing the music. Sadly, things do not always go as planned and kids can be real turkeys sometimes. Despite that, I have not given up hope yet. Tomorrow is another day and maybe things will go better.
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