Friday, June 6, 2014
D has two pianos at my mom and dad's house - one in the living room and one in his bedroom. He plays them all the time...happily.
Last week was his Spring recital and he performed two complicated pieces. And he played them well.
Since he practices mostly at my parents' house, I don't really hear him very often. I know he's my kid, so I'm not really objective, but he's dynamic. I'm not easily impressed. Really. But I was impressed.
Nonna finally has her piano player. I took piano lessons for a year, fought with my mom everyday, cried, stomped my feet, and finally jumped ship to play the flute. Thank goodness for the next generation. They can pick up the threads of expectation and run with them.