When she was a baby I sat tiredly on the piano bench at church, seeing only the bench for once, not the piano. She reached over and began playing. It wasn't some Mozart-like genius moment, but she did hold her hands nicely curved and pressed the keys gently, one finger at a time, instead of banging them like most kids do. Hubby and I were astonished. After that we'd sit at a piano with her on our lap and let her play quietly to herself whenever we had a chance. We joked about how we needed to start an account for her music lessons.
Last year we finally got a piano. She often sits and "practices" her music. She has no idea what she's doing, but she'll sit and noodle the keys for 15-20 minutes at a time. It's random but strangely melodic, and she'll hum under her breath (it's a very G.G. household some days).
So yesterday we began. Our first of what will hopefully be many, many piano lessons. She was bright and interested and breezed through the first few lessons with ease, while I sat with my stomache in knots. Are we doing the right thing? Is it too soon? Did we wait too long? Am I just projecting my own dreams onto her, or is this the beginning whispers of a genuine talent? What happens if it stops being fun? Do we push or let her quit?
Why do I have to complicate the simplist things?
Eventually I was able to just enjoy her. As with the rest of this parenting gig, we'll be playing it by ear.