Child of the week

Two weeks ago I was listening to my daughter cry herself into hysterics because she didn't want to take piano lessons. That grandma was going to make her do it and that she had no interest in taking lessons. Why did she have to go, etc.

The truth is, she was excited to try it the day grandma took her by the music studio to check it out. She is nearly always terrified of trying something new but once she does, she loves it!

Well, the same thing happened with piano lessons. We "forced" her to try it out (like the meany mean parents that we are) and after much hesitation she jumped in and started doing the exercises with the other children, her dad and I tip toed out of the class when her back was turned and waited. An hour later, she came running out of the class shouting, "Can I get the books, can I get a folder? Can I?" She loved it.

The teacher assigned her just one song to work on the first week, probably trying to get a feel for her abilities, not wanting to overwhelm her the first week. She practiced and practiced everyday 30 or so times. When she went to her second lesson the teacher was thrilled, had her play through the next several pages in the book during class and found a good place for her to continue from.

A few days ago she got a postcard in the mail naming her the "Student of the Week" with all sorts of praises, "you rock" and "you are awesome". She couldn't have been happier. She said, "Daddy I was named child of the week at piano!"

So there it is, my daughter, Student of the Week.