My husband and I didn’t have a piano when we first got married—we were paupers, at the time.
About six months ago, I came home from work, and my family was gone. I figured they’d gone shopping or something, and curled up for a nap in my bed.
About twenty minutes later, Thing 2 came stomping into my room and said, “Don’t go ANYWHERE, Mommy!”
So I did what any mom would do…I eavesdropped. In the kitchen, I could hear my husband and daughter unwrapping flowers. I thought…”Sweet, they got me flowers!” That was a lovely surprise.
That’s when they called me into the family room. Sure enough, there were my flowers—on top of the piano they’d managed to sneak into the house while I was at work!
I played for a very long time growing up…and I can say that it’s NOT like riding a bike. My eyes and brain still sight read well, my ear still works just fine…but the muscle memory was all but gone for the first couple of weeks. My hands just wouldn’t do what my brain told them to.
I’m only able to squeeze in 15 or 20 minutes a day to play, but it’s therapy. SOOOO relaxing.
For Christmas, I got new sheet music from EVERYONE, so I’m starting to build a repetoire again, at least. Now all I’ve gotta do is figure out how to make my freakin’ hands work again:) !!
