Guitar Dreams

Posted By on January 15, 2012

Six years ago, when Cameron and I moved into this raggedy old house with a drafty old garage, Cameron told me then that he had always wanted to build his own guitar. He finished it just last week.

I thought he was crazy. That was also one of the reasons why I love him so much. He is a dreamer and he reminds me that I am one too.

Over the years he collected scrap wood from all over, Bring Recycle, garage and estate sales, junk piles, even from the torn down walls of our 80 year old house… I would be kidding if I said I was not wary of all the piles of wood. In the Summers he would work out in the garage all weekend. Sometimes he’d come in grumbling about how something broke or how he is missing something else. He would make special trips to the community wood shop for tools we didn’t have. Thanking me sincerely for supporting him before he left.

Of course I missed him. How could I not? Still, my heart was so happy that he is following his heart and living his dream.

There was a period of two years he stopped working on it. Something was wrong with the neck and he said he was needing certain tools specific to guitar building. It sat in the garage for a long time. We had a conversation about it months ago. He told me he was afraid that if he spend the money to buy the tools, it would be another one of those things that got dusty in the garage except it would cost him hundreds of dollars.

I reminded him of what he already knew: what is the use money if it does not  bring us joy? What is the meaning of life if we do not live it fully?

He bought the tools, spent many evenings and weekends working on it between his day job, watching kids and cooking dinners when I worked.

Clayton, our 7 year old, woke up one morning and noticed a new guitar hanging on the guitar wall. “Is that your guitar?” He had watched his father work on it since he was 1 years old.

“Yes it is.” Replied Cameron, showing it to him.

“But that’s impossible.” Clayton exclaimed in awe. “You can’t just make a guitar in your house.”

“Well, I just did it.” Said the proud papa.

“Does it play?” Our 10 year old Jing Wen asked.

“Do you want to hear?” Cameron sat down and proceeded to play the most beautiful and inspiring music we had ever heard.

About The Author

I am a Chinese-American mother of three boys, parenting with the traditions worth keeping from the East and West. I continue to learn new ways of raising a family and myself.


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