recital

Eddie and Lana had their piano recital this evening. It was fun to see them perform for everyone. They did a really great job. I have mentioned once or twice that my children are nothing like me. They seem to enjoy the lime light. And they seem to be really good at it too.

Eddie was likened to Liberace and Elton John. He stood up to the piano and flared his arms out in front of him as he prepared to take a seat. After his fantastic piece, he stood up, placed his left hand on the side of the piano, and took an elaborate bow. Too funny. I was very proud.

Lana wiggled the entire time she was up on the stand. She needed to use the bathroom, and would not follow my stern faces and word mouthing to come down and use the potty. Besides that, she performed splendidly. She was so cute bobbing her head to the beat. I don't recall her curtsy. I think I may have been too nervous hoping she didn't have an accident instead.

As I sat there, I remembered my years of piano. I had one teacher, Mrs. Kunkle, and she had horrible breath. Another teacher lived in a dark, dark home and took me down into the dugeon to practice. At least that's how I remember it.

I also remembered the piano recitals I was forced to perform. I hated it. I hated it. The one I remember like it was yesterday, was the time I completely forgot my piece. I had memorized it and was actually quite proud of myself. As I was playing, I think I got through the first three or four measures and then completely forgot everything else. I returned to the beginning of the song and got to the same point and had absolutely no idea what came next. I repeated the previous measures and then got up, bowed and sat down.

My next class was my theory class I took with 4 other students. One boy was very, let's say confident, and was taking the time to compliment each of us on our pieces. When it was my turn, he turned to me and said: "You could have done better. Maybe next time."

Well, there was never a next time. I think I gave up on recitals.

I hope my children continue to love music. I hope my children never give up. I wont let them. That's what mom's do, right? Force their loved ones to do things they wish they had done. Bravo! Eddie and Lana! May more grand recitals come your way.