All 4 of my kids are now taking piano lessons, and I’m so thrilled about it.
Children are so different. They have different skills, different talents, and different interests. My daughter, almost 11, dislikes the piano the most. But I am so very, very glad that we persevered and made her continue taking lessons.
In some movies there’s always one kid with glasses that reads a lot but cant make their bodies respond to physical stimuli, like catching a ball or riding a bike. In some cases, it’s a boy that tutors everyone else but has an F in wood shop. Well, that’s kind of my daughter.
Even though she dislikes the piano the most, she needs it the most. When I see her playing, using both hands, and pumping with her foot at the same time, while reading the notes, I know its helping her mind, her concentration, her hand-eye coordination, and her musical awareness.
She needs to play the piano. I’d go so far as to say that she has hated it for the first 3 years of practice. But it has been physical therapy to my daughter and a blessing to her. And, best of all, she actually enjoys playing, now. She doesn’t like to practice, but she does like playing.
My 3 sons, on the other hand are more naturals and they just plow their way through the piano. My oldest son tries to play his music backwards. They asked to start playing. My 3 year old begged me, “Pease, pease, can I pay the piano.”
I couldn’t say no.
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Liz // August 4, 2009 at 6:48 pm |
You’re a good writer. I like the way you just “talk it out.” Loved the 70 year old man in the grocery store story and how you aspire to things like perfection, all the while knowing you’re not and never could be. You’re my kind of home schooling mom!
kimberlygarcia // August 5, 2009 at 12:44 pm |
You made my day! Writing is my new hobby, and I spend my free time writing children’s books. Lately, not much writing is happening.
Anyway, I write this blog because I’m not organized enough to journal. And this way, I know I will have at least some documented memories of the things my kids say and do. It makes me feel good when I go back and read them.
Sometimes, I even tear up because they’re growing so fast. My 4 year old doesn’t even say “pease” or doog for good anymore. And he doesn’t dress like Buzz Lightyear Everyday anymore either.