As kids reach third or fourth grade – or perhaps both if you’re extraordinarily fortunate – they experience a significant milestone. No, it’s not just the excitement of turning ten or transitioning from the tiny fish to the big pond of “upper elementary.” This is a different kind of rite of passage, one that revolves around a plastic instrument and an astonishing enthusiasm for playing it. Loudly. Nonstop.
Yes, parents, it’s recorder season.
Your child might be a complete beginner or a budding musical prodigy; it truly doesn’t matter. Every recorder emits the same cacophony, regardless of the player’s skill. They squawk, squeak, and let out sounds at a frequency that can only be described as grating. For every note that might actually be correct, there’s at least one that goes horribly wrong. If your eardrums had feelings, they’d be in agony.
To make matters worse, it’s a novelty – their first genuine instrument, and how exciting! So, they whip it out at every opportunity. For the first few days, your home becomes a concert hall featuring endless renditions of “Hot Cross Buns,” “Annie Gave Me Apples,” and “Mary Had a Little Lamb.” Sometimes, it’s just random blowing into the recorder to see what sounds emerge because kids are, well, curious. They play that recorder on repeat.
“I’m practicing!” they exclaim. “My teacher said I should!”
How can any well-meaning parent argue with that logic? It’s a school assignment after all. They were instructed to “practice” until they master the songs or until you reach your breaking point, whichever happens first. It’s not like we can say, “Stop doing your homework and put that noisy thing away!” Because as torturous as it may be, it’s still part of their education. And while we often preach about the importance of completing homework, backpedaling on this one is simply not an option.
Of course, when only one child has a recorder, it instantly becomes the coolest item on the planet, and the other kids desperately want to try it out. It’s as if they believe it holds magical powers that can summon candy-farting unicorns. This leads to epic battles over whose turn it is to play, who gets the most spit on it, and a never-ending cycle of explanations about why it’s a special school item that needs to be treated with care. It quickly becomes apparent that they’ve completely tuned out your reasoning, as they sneakily extract the instrument from their sibling’s bag to give it a whirl (because apparently, small children are unaware that playing a screechy recorder can’t go unnoticed). This usually happens at the crack of dawn when all unpleasant surprises seem to strike.
The day your child mentions that the recorder is due back at school brings tears of relief. You check their backpack numerous times to ensure that dreadful thing is still nestled inside, ready for its return to the noise-filled abyss from which it came. You dream of sweet silence – or at least a reprieve from the incessant squawking of “Hot Cross Buns” echoing through your home.
Then, your child drops the bombshell that the recorder needs to go back because they’ll be learning a new song! Your momentary excitement quickly shifts to a groan, and you start to wonder if you have enough ibuprofen and earplugs on hand – or perhaps a little something stronger from the liquor cabinet.
But then you remember the thrill of bringing home your first instrument (…of torture), and you can’t begrudge your child that excitement. You love them enough to endure every squawky note. So, you muster your best smile and chirp through clenched teeth, “I can’t wait either!”
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In summary, while recorder season can be a torturous time for parents, it’s also a moment of growth and excitement for children. Embrace the noise and cherish the memories.
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