#12 The Piano.

A few years ago, my husband bought me this beautiful piano for my birthday:

I grew up playing piano, and I couldn’t wait to have a house and have space to hold our own piano. I had visions of playing Christmas carols for friends to sing along with during the holidays. I wanted our children to have a love of playing like I did growing up, and to be able to read and appreciate music. My parents had one in our home, and after the years I spent away at college, and then in apartments, it had been years since I had the chance to routinely practice. I hoped that owning a piano would give me the opportunity to play more often and pick up right where I left off.

Unfortunately, it’s not like riding a bike. I was a little rusty. I played when it was just me and my husband in the house. I also played while I was pregnant with our first born, and even a little while after his arrival. But just like most things, life got busy, and it wasn’t until I was almost full-term with Nathan (#2) did I realize that I hadn’t played at all during his pregnancy.

So tonight was a treat. My son, Will, requested to play the piano, and together we played and sang songs. Nathan was enthralled; he just kept smiling and clapping with the music. I need to make more of an effort to play in front of my kids, and I hope that in doing so they may wish to start taking lessons some day, too.