When I was in fourth grade, my classmates and I chose musical instruments to play in school. I chose the saxophone and mother took me to the music store to rent the instrument. My mother did the math on the rental fees and decided it was more economical to spend the $300 to purchase the instrument instead of paying the $30 monthly rental fee.
When she decided to buy it, it meant that I could NEVER quit. You see, we didn’t have much money and her buying that saxophone meant that we may not have the money for the phone bill or some other expense. She chose to buy that saxophone because she believed in me and from that moment on, It was my obligation to be the best saxophone player I could be.
I played that saxophone all through school. I played in concerts, marching band and even at college auditions. I was a music major in college for three years and played in the band and jazz bands.
After I graduated college, I stopped playing. I had a foreign language to study and graduate work to occupy my time. But I never dreamed of selling it because I was saving it for when I had kids.
Fast forward to today. My oldest is now in instrumental music and his choice unprompted: the saxophone.
When I told my mother that her grandson was now playing the instrument she invested in so long ago, she was happy. Happy that her love of music passed down the tree and that her choice to buy that saxophone was the right one.