I always wanted a musically talented family. In the early years, I wanted to marry Donny Osmond which would assure me of my goals, but since he's a tad bit older, I guess he couldn't wait for me.
After I got over Donny and moved on with my life a few years, I fell for and married a piano man. Now Brad does not look like your typical pianist, in fact it always throws people off seeing my gentle giant sit down before a piano to tickle the keys, but once they hear him, the requests keep coming.
Each of the Newmanettes took piano lessons, but Brittany is the only one who stuck with it. In fact at the end of this school year, her final year, she and her father will follow the tradition of our piano community and play Celebration Duet at the year end recital. I don't even want to think of the tears I'll shed on that one.
OK one child plays piano, check.....onto the next instrument. I held this lovely image of Josh on a stage singing in his perfect pitched voice a beautiful song to his mother. I tried my best to convince my ornery one that he needed to learn how to play guitar; After what was surely an effective persuasion on my part, I gave him the option between sports and guitar lessons....He chose sports!!!....WHAT WAS HE THINKING? Sports over music?!!
I dutifully stood on the sidelines embarassing the heck out of my boy with my verbal support, but inside I never really lost my dream of watching Josh play guitar until last November when all the dreams I had for him died along with him.
Those dreams sat dormant for a long time, until I realized I needed to do something to keep my sanity...in one swift swoop of plastic, I bought myself a guitar and a few easy lessons.
I was so proud of myself for doing something ..this was definitely a step in the right direction towards healing. At the first lesson, I informed my teacher that I didn't want to stress out, was definitely not on the fast track for success and considered every week I was present at the lesson a success. How did he respond? He moved out of the area! Second instructor...same thing!
I am pretty vulnerable these days, and take things more personally than I probably should but I trudged forward. I decided it was probably not a sign from God that I was hurting his ears when I played and I would give it one more try.
Three months later, I am happy to report that I am not my teacher's worst student, he supports my lack of goals wholeheartedly, and we are both encouraged that while I may stink, it takes a lot of practice to stink this bad. The point is I am working through it and staying with something. Not that it has been easy....my memory is really bad these days, and my coordination is pitiful as my body tries to heal over the loss of Joshua. It's frustrating at times because I know how quickly I should be picking this up, but it's not happening that way this time. I am learning patience!
I don't know what I'll do with my growing talent, maybe someday I'll accompany one of my daughter's with their angelic soprano voices, or maybe it will become a tool of worship, I mean afterall, I have received nothing but positive encouragement from one of my ministers. "Hey, I think it's great what you're doing and if you want to practice your guitar in public we can put you up there with the church band...don't worry we don't even have to turn on the microphone." Now that's my kind of performance!
One day I will show Josh what he missed when I see him at the pearly gates. By then I hope to be able to play a beautiful song just for him!
Hugs!
Sherri
After I got over Donny and moved on with my life a few years, I fell for and married a piano man. Now Brad does not look like your typical pianist, in fact it always throws people off seeing my gentle giant sit down before a piano to tickle the keys, but once they hear him, the requests keep coming.
Each of the Newmanettes took piano lessons, but Brittany is the only one who stuck with it. In fact at the end of this school year, her final year, she and her father will follow the tradition of our piano community and play Celebration Duet at the year end recital. I don't even want to think of the tears I'll shed on that one.
OK one child plays piano, check.....onto the next instrument. I held this lovely image of Josh on a stage singing in his perfect pitched voice a beautiful song to his mother. I tried my best to convince my ornery one that he needed to learn how to play guitar; After what was surely an effective persuasion on my part, I gave him the option between sports and guitar lessons....He chose sports!!!....WHAT WAS HE THINKING? Sports over music?!!
I dutifully stood on the sidelines embarassing the heck out of my boy with my verbal support, but inside I never really lost my dream of watching Josh play guitar until last November when all the dreams I had for him died along with him.
Those dreams sat dormant for a long time, until I realized I needed to do something to keep my sanity...in one swift swoop of plastic, I bought myself a guitar and a few easy lessons.
I was so proud of myself for doing something ..this was definitely a step in the right direction towards healing. At the first lesson, I informed my teacher that I didn't want to stress out, was definitely not on the fast track for success and considered every week I was present at the lesson a success. How did he respond? He moved out of the area! Second instructor...same thing!
I am pretty vulnerable these days, and take things more personally than I probably should but I trudged forward. I decided it was probably not a sign from God that I was hurting his ears when I played and I would give it one more try.
Three months later, I am happy to report that I am not my teacher's worst student, he supports my lack of goals wholeheartedly, and we are both encouraged that while I may stink, it takes a lot of practice to stink this bad. The point is I am working through it and staying with something. Not that it has been easy....my memory is really bad these days, and my coordination is pitiful as my body tries to heal over the loss of Joshua. It's frustrating at times because I know how quickly I should be picking this up, but it's not happening that way this time. I am learning patience!
I don't know what I'll do with my growing talent, maybe someday I'll accompany one of my daughter's with their angelic soprano voices, or maybe it will become a tool of worship, I mean afterall, I have received nothing but positive encouragement from one of my ministers. "Hey, I think it's great what you're doing and if you want to practice your guitar in public we can put you up there with the church band...don't worry we don't even have to turn on the microphone." Now that's my kind of performance!
Hugs!
Sherri
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