Playing the Piano

I just sat down at the piano after about a six year hiatus. Wow! Am I rusty!

My dad taught me to play piano when I was little, maybe four or five years old. He used his Thompson Piano books from when he was a little boy. Those books are precious to me. They were his when he was a child. They have the original notes and inscriptions from his teacher, from around 1938. The pages are yellowed and falling apart, and probably a fire hazard, but I’m never getting rid of them. They are a part of my history.

I regret that I ever stopped playing the piano. I used to play when my kids were little, and they’d toddle over to the keyboard and add their own special touch to “Moonlight Sonata” or “Fur Elise.” Some days it was adorable, but other days, it drove me crazy. I just wanted to play the piano but could never get through a song without their “help.” I tried teaching them when they got old enough, but neither of them liked it enough to put in the practice. And so, the piano sat.

It made the move with us across the country six years ago, and then it sat in our finished basement of our townhome. Still, no one was interested in learning to play. And, being that we are in a townhome, I was always concerned it would bother the neighbor connected to us. So, I neglected the piano that has been in my family since before I was born. I ran into my neighbor the other day and mentioned to him that I wanted to start playing again, but I didn’t want to bother him. I told him to let me know if he can hear it, so we’ll see what happens. At least no one banged on the wall while I was playing, so there’s hope.

With life getting more and more complicated as the kids get older, and my free time divided between work, laundry, meal planning, and all the other things that go with being middle-aged, I think I need another outlet other than writing. Something to soothe the beast, if you will. And as I was playing today, I realized that I missed the music.

So, wish me luck as I remember how to sight read, and where the right keys are without looking at my fingers, and correct piano posture.

And maybe, just maybe, one of the kids will decide they are finally interested too.

Is there something you love that you’ve given up because life got in the way? What would it take for you to get back to it?