Suzuki Mom, part one

If a year ago you had said, “Hey, Nerissa. What is your biggest parenting nightmare?” I would have said: any situation that would put me in a position to force my daughter to do something on a daily basis. Make that one thing “music” and we move from nightmare to horror show. How could forcing a child to practice for a half hour a day breed anything other than resentment? I would resent her for not wanting to practice, and she would resent me for…well, for being me. Queen of the Daily Practice (be it unloading the dishwasher, writing a song per day, running, yoga, making gratitude lists-whatever if might be, you can be sure I will be compulsive about it. This is not so bad when it’s just me, but I feared exposing someone I loved, especially one of my children to this facet of myself.) When the phrase “Suzuki” was mentioned, I cringed at the vision I saw before me. Me barking, “Stand up straight! Bow hold! Bow hold!” My daughter in therapy twenty years later, telling some long suffering analyst how her love for music had been drained out of her one Twinkle variation at a time.

Besides that, I had made a career for myself espousing an alternative approach to traditional music education. “Music should be fun! Just make a joyful noise! Dance like Snoopy! Sing loud and don’t worry about the on-key part! Shake an egg to the music! Technique schmechnique!”

I didn’t grow up with Suzuki. I learned to play piano when I became literate, which is to say I was discouraged from the kind of exploration that all kids lucky enough to have a piano take on: fists on the piano, arms on the piano, one-fingered chicken scratch on the piano, poking out the melodies I heard around me. I was taught in a structured way, to identify those black ant-like marks on a clef with the corresponding white and black keys on the keyboard. I was yelled at to practice, but always by someone in the next room.

And yet, I became a Suzuki mom. Here’s how.

In September 2009, when Lila was just three, Katryna and I were booked to be a part of a Pete Seeger Tribute at the Academy of Music in our hometown, Northampton. My parents love Pete Seeger; their second date was a Seeger concert, and they discovered their love for each other over “Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream.” They came to town, and before the show, we got take-out from Paul & Elizabeth’s restuarant. As we exited Thornes Marketplace, Lila spied a busker on the street playing a fiddle. She’d seen a violin a few weeks earlier in the Elmo version of “Peter and The Wolf.”

“Mama!” she shouted pointing. “I want to play that!” I didn’t take this too seriously. Since “Peter and the Wolf,” she’d also decided to play the flute and the French horn. I’d had to explain to her that she was too little for woodwinds or horns (one needs a certain amount of lung power not usually achieved till the age of 8 or 9). But I knew little kids could play the violin, so I said, “Well, you can if you want.”

We proceeded to the venue. Backstage, the promotor introduced us to Emily Greene, a friendly looking woman holding a guitar. “Emily teaches Suzuki violin,” mentioned the promotor.

“That’s funny!” I said. “Lila just said she wanted to play violin.”

Lila started jumping up and down and attached herself to Emily’s legs right about then, and so I took her number.  I looked up and said, “Good luck tonight. What song are you playing?”

She smiled and answered, “Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream.”

Emily sent us a packet of information that terrified me so much that I kept it on the far corner of my desk for the next nine months. Suzuki parents were expected to practice with their child for a half hour a day, listen to a CD daily, and attend with the child not only a weekly private lesson, but two monthly group lessons! Not only that, we were expected to read Shinichi Suzuki’s book Nurtured By Love and join a group discussion to talk about how it might shape our world view. As Katryna and I were on the road almost weekly doing gigs, and cramming to write our book All Together Singing In the Kitchen (a how-to and why-to raise musical children) I just didn’t have the time, although it did occur to me in a guilty kind of way that maybe–just maybe– being a Suzuki mom could inform my writing.

But Lila persisted. For nine months, she asked me steadily when we would start to play the violin. So in June, tiny violin in hand, we marched up to Emily’s studio.

Lila's first day of violin

Lila's first day of violin

Right off the bat, Emily put us at ease. We didn’t have to practice a half hour–only five minutes at first. We had some simple tasks: listen to the CD, hold the violin, make a “bow hold.” Lila wasn’t even allowed to touch it to the violin. And we were given a chart and some stickers. Every day we did these things, we got a sticker. My inner perfectionist was gratified.

And so was Lila. This, I thought, might just work.

(To be continued…)

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4 Responses to Suzuki Mom, part one

  1. Holly says:

    Your story reminds me of my childhood. . . which I think back on quite fondly. I wanted so badly to play the violin. For years I asked my Mom and finally when I was 5 she let me take suzuki lessons. My first “violin” was made of 4 cracker jack boxes and a ruler taped together. that was what I used to practice holding the violin. I remember being so excited when I got my actual violin because I got to eat the cracker jacks 🙂 I’m excited for Lila.

    • nields says:

      Wow! A cracker jack box violin! I love it! Katryna is a pro at making shoebox guitars. I am going to ask her for a cracker jack box violin for Johnny. Thanks, Holly!

  2. karmeleon says:

    So cute. I’d never thot of being a suzuki mom too. I myself learnt piano from 7 under quite coincidental situations. My littlest one played with a Mozart violin-shaped chocolate box when he was very young! Just so he could emulate his brother.

  3. Mary Adler says:

    Just found this on the internet……Lila ROCKS her violin now!!!! You are a GREAT suzuki parent! I love your story….very much the same way I felt about starting Suzuki violin with Matthew and Hannah….Emily makes it all fun and easy and positive….keep singing in the kitchen!

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