Sunday, March 20, 2011

New Student

When I was seven years old my parents gave me the gift of piano lessons--probably one of the best gifts I have ever been given. I don't remember how old I was when I first had the desire to teach piano, but by my early teens I was dabbling in teaching. By the time I was fifteen I was teaching for real. I always loved doing it except for the time when I got up to forty-four students--kinda took the joy out of it. It was a great way to add to the family income and still be able to be home with my little children.

I taught my own children with varying degrees of success, but many times I had to send them to their grandparents' homes so that they had access to a piano to practice on.
As the years passed the thing that allowed me to stay at home began to tie me down instead, so I determined that it was time to cut back. As students moved or quit I just didn't take any new ones and I completely did away with my waiting list. I kept just one family and promised to teach all of their girls until they were done with me.
Once again things have changed. I now have grandchildren old enough to begin learning to play the piano and I find myself with the opportunity to introduce that generation to the joys of having music in their lives. For the first time in awhile I have taken on a new student--my nineyear old grandson, Brandon. So far he's doing very well and likes it so much. Hopefully his enthusiasm will last for years to come.

2 comments:

Missann said...

Look at my handsome boy. He sure does love playing the piano. I'm so glad he can take piano and wanted to. Thanks mom for teaching him.

Natalie said...

I know that piano well! I'm glad I was able to benefit from those years of teaching! :)