How wonderful is it, for a parent, to see your child walk up to the front of the room and present what they have worked so hard on. Their little bodies full of nerves and anxiety but they get up and go knowing how hard they have worked to learn how to play.
There is no ease in playing for my boys, it does not come natural to them like throwing a ball or catching a pop fly.
Everyday they sit down either at the piano or by picking up a violin and they work their behinds off to get it just right, to rememeber what their teacher has taught them.
Then they get up with the satisfaction of knowing they played their best, they didn't quit because a piece of music was to hard and they have the joy of knowing they can play.
Sometimes I will see one or both just go sit down and start to play a favorite piece, their sisters dancing or waving streamer sticks around and I think...this is worth the struggle, they are learning to love music, one day they will thank me.
There are no dreams for them to become great musicians, more to become baseball and football players, but I know that somewhere down their long road ahead what they are learning now will be enjoyed.
I watched them during the more advanced students playing and I saw their faces at the beauty they were hearing. The awe and amazement that maybe they too could play this well someday. I listened to their whispers at how the music sounded coming from the other students, their intriguing questions that I couldn't answer of how a viola and a violin are different, and then when their teacher played I saw love in their eyes. I am sure she will be flooded with questions like always when they see her next.
I am thankful at the end of the hour that I have to wait sometimes because she isn't through teaching them, that she has to go over at times to finish up. I am so thankful that we can give my boys, Ms. Ella Lou.
and enjoyed the rest of the day outside.
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