Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Four weeks ago, with much anticipation, Vivi started piano lessons. For at least a week before they started everyday was greeted with the question "Is today the day I start piano lessons?" She was so excited, she would mimic her sister practicing, pretend she was giving a recital, singing along to every activity. I had a little trepidation starting her so young, she wasn't even five yet. However, I knew her teacher, Miss Holly, was a caring soul and would not scar her. I also knew Miss Holly would tell me the real story if it wasn't working out.
As Vivi had her first lesson, I sat downstairs in the Kaladi Bros. Coffee House, a little nervous, feeling a little naked without my baby. After one half hour, Zoey brought her down to me. Vivi sat across the table, sipping her hot chocolate, patiently answering the questions I peppered her with. Finally, she looked at me and said "Well, Momma, it's all about the hands, all about the hands."
She then clammed up like a sphinx and finished her hot chocolate.