Sad Sad Day

Kelley started piano lessons this week.  I'm so excited for her.  Oh I hope she loves to play like I did!  But I'm hoping she develops better practice habits than I did and can do better.  I didn't start until I was 13 (we didn't have a piano until then).  I picked things up really fast, but as a result think I was pretty lazy and practicing and learning theory.  I'm hoping starting young helps to resolve those issues.  I also hope it doesn't make her HATE it like some kids do.  

So I've been practicing with her and tonight I got inspired.  After she was done I pulled out my piano books and thought "I'm going to play."  I flipped through a few books and everything I looked at I thought...oh my, I can't really site read that anymore...so I went to my old stand by...Moonlight Sonata.  Oh Beethovan!  I didn't get two lines into it and realized I have lost so much.  It nearly broke my heart as I struggled through it.  I LOVED to play the piano and took pride in how well I could play.  Somewhere that has really got lost.  I can still accompany people with church songs or choirs...that sort of thing.  And I can still play (kind of ;).  But those classical roots have root rot I'm afraid.  

On the bright side of things...I finished the song and promptly pulled out my Hanon book.  There is a part that I will never forget, and I know it's not really that season in my life, but oh I want to hang onto it.  I have this thought that if I could just carve out 30 minutes a day it might come back.  But that is really a pipe dream I'm afraid.  I have SO much else I'm trying to keep in check right now.  But it was a little wake up call and maybe I can make time for it on Sundays or something...