,The last few lines of Salina by the Avett Brothers since the boys have been born, has me visualizing my future musicians - Madison on the piano, Kenton on the cello - heads down, their little crazy, part curly, part straight hair, all over the place, just knocking it out.
I see Madison on the piano because because he's my reflective, sensitive child, and because the piano is percussive instrument. Madison is my child of big gestures. His hands are already big, even as a baby. He likes to bang things. He likes to beat out rhythms on the drum. Plus he, my shy extrovert, will want to play the big instrument that leads the band or that accompanies the orchestra from a solitary perch on the bench. He'll look up smile and engage and connect.
I see Kenton on the cello because his fingers are nimble and his fine motor skills are so attuned. His are the delicate long fingers needed to play the note just right. He will want to play the big instrument as well, that leads the wailing, gut level tones of the orchestra, the sounds you feel at your core. My outgoing introvert, he'll close his eyes and feel the vibration of each chord in every bow.
That's what I visualize when I hear the last few stanzas of Salina by the Avett Brothers. My boys. Pianist. Cellist. Madison and Kenton.
I'm Kimberly. Single mother by choice. Now also wife. Holder of space. Maker of place. Mom. Mama. Mommy. Mitch. These are my thoughts, reflections, ideas and random observations about raising twin sons.
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