I know it’s meant to be a Creativity Weekend Day today. But, instead of the usual art and craft that I share, I thought I’ll talk about another creative thing that I used to do. Something that I have started to revisit and to re-discover.
Yes, the piano. You see, I used to play the piano. I started taking private piano lessons when I was about 10 years old. And, if memory serves me right, I continued learning the piano formally until I was about 16. After highschool, I just tinkered with it. But, the tinkering became virtually non-existent when I became an adult.
Sure, I still know how to read notes and play basic tunes. But, I’m totally out of practice. I can’t even play the music that I used to be able to play by heart. That’s because I haven’t touched a keyboard in years.
So far, so good. I mean, my husband and I actually wondered how he’d take to it, seeing as he’s a very active boy. But, without any prompting from his piano teacher, we received a glowing report about his progress, even just after a couple of lessons. She seems very impressed by his attention span, enthusiasm, and how well he remembers the notes and his lessons. Lots of other flattering compliments – but will spare you the details.
In any case, both husband and I are glowing with pride. Tough not to be.
But, like any kid, he doesn’t really enjoy practicing the basic stuff that he learns during his private classes. He will only practice his Do-Re-Mis when I actually sit down with him and help him out. That’s why I end up practicing the piano myself. Not a lot, but still more than I ever have done in years.
And, part of the creative challenge? How to get him to practice the basics – without getting him impatient and bored within 5 minutes. Well, I’m still having to figure all that out. Heh.