I’ve been teaching my five-year-old cousin Molly how to play simple songs on the piano. Admittedly she is my favorite little cousin, and according to a very funny story from my aunt, she “really likes” me too and thinks I’m “really pretty.”
But besides her being one of the cutest damn kids I’ve ever seen, which is a big deal for me to say keeping in mind my genetic predisposition for being anti-children, she is the strongest (no kidding she’s got a six-pack) and most naturally musically talented child I’ve ever come across.
In a matter of minutes she picks up a song on the piano, all I have to do is play the song a few times and guide her through rough parts by pointing at the correct next note above her fingers as she plays.
What is most impressive to me is when she turns away from the piano for a minute, her hand goes right back to the correct octave on the keyboard she has been playing at. And she clearly has a natural ear for music because she will figure out the note progression and rhythm of the rest of a song if I don’t finish teaching her or without really going over that part of the song in detail with her.
Her repertoire currently includes:
“The Barney Song”
"Happy Birthday”
“Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”
“Old McDonald Had a Farm”
It was pretty much the funniest damn thing I’ve ever heard a kid say.
She kept on trucking though and played “Happy Birthday” from the other room while we sang along. A very proud moment for me.
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