Thursday, June 29, 2006
This weekend my uncle delivered my mom's piano to me! My mom gave it to my aunt, and I always told her if she didn't want it anymore to please, let me have. The time has come! I have always loved this piano. My mom would sit and play hymns on it. I took lessons for about a year, and went through 4 or 5 books, but I am sad to say, I didn't continue. One of a few things I regret.
Anyway, I am so happy to it in my home now. I found out that my grandparents had given it to my mom when she was about 18, I think she said. I always thought it was something her and my dad bought. So, now it is even more special that she's had it since she was a teenager. I hope to get it tuned and then start taking lessons again.
It's one of those things though that makes me aprehensive because I always loved how my mom could play and what if I don't get it? What if when I play she is cringing inside because I'm doing it wrong? Yes, we've already covered that I am a perfectionist, and then to add to that a skill that my mom has perfected, at least in my mind, forget it. That's why I never took sewing. My mom is an excellent seamtress. She took up quilting a while back and she makes the neatest quilts. I only recently learned how to hem my pants, which I would be MORTIFIED if she ever turned up the hem to look at the job I've done! Not because it's bad, but because I don't want to disappoint her.
Anyway, we will see when and if I can't get some lessons in. I'm just happy to have it sitting in my living room against my terracotta walls!
Thank you Aunt Cindy and especially Uncle Larry for bringing it to me from St. Louis.