Molly has been talking about learning to play the guitar for a while. “I just want to play covers,” she said.

Last week, we talked in theory about guitar chords, frets, strings, etc. And also just how too hold a guitar.

This week she asked if I could teach her more guitar while the rice crispy treats she was bringing to a Galentine’s sleepover later tonight cooled. ☺️

Was this dad heaven?

We looked up the chords for My Tears Ricochet, since Molly is still a major Swiftie and thought it sounded like of of TS’s simpler songs.

The first chord was a C, so we decided to start with that.

It took a bit of time, patience, and finger pain, but Molly stuck with it. By the time the rice crispy treats were cooled and ready to cut, she knew how to play a C-chord!

Amazing. I thought this would take a few days or weeks, especially since Molly has pretty small fingers at this point in the game.

I was so proud of her. And I had to play her a scene from the movie Flora and Son where the main character first learns the C-chord, and her guitar teacher gives the best speech about it before just jumping into the G-chord.

You are now the proud owner of C, alright?

You didn’t own that five minutes ago. You’re rich. You own something Elvis owned. You own something new, and nobody can take it away from you. This is a gift you can take to the grave and use it whenever you want.

And in the right context, it can speak directly to your heart in ways we don’t even understand. More than thoughts, more than words, more than ideas. Just a chord hanging in there in the air… C.

Damn, I love that scene, and Molly seemed to like it too.

I told Molly she should look up G, the next chord in the song. When I got back from checking email, she showed me her G-chord, and it looks pretty good. 🤯