Thursday, September 2, 2010
88 Keys to Happiness
When I was in second grade, I started taking piano lessons. I have no idea if it was my idea, though I suspect it was my mom's. We had a beautiful baby grand piano in our house, so it would have been a crime not to take lessons. It took me a few years before I found a teacher I liked, but eventually I became somewhat proficient over my eight years of instruction. I frustrated my teacher, who thought I had some real potential, but ultimately I prioritized my academic pursuits and dropped piano. Naturally, now it makes me sick.
I always knew I wanted Clare to try it out, especially since from a young age she showed a somewhat steady interest in the one at my parents' house and then the one my nieces use at theirs. But I wasn't quite sure how to go about it, particularly since we do not have a piano in our house. She solved the timing question for me, though, by requesting to take lessons. I liked the symmetry of her also being in second grade, so I tracked down a recommended teacher who is close, as well as a pretty cool digital piano from Costco. She was really excited about our acquiring a piano and the prospect of lessons, such that I only hope she maintains even a fraction of her enthusiasm.
So far, so good. As I write, she's practicing, having had her first lesson about an hour ago. She's such a diligent student that I think we have as much hope as anyone for her sticking with it. Of course, only time will tell, but I prefer to be optimistic!
For his part, Danny enjoyed helping me put the piano together. He is, not surprisingly, drawn to the pre-programmed buttons that play some rocking and raucous tunes. Oh boy...