My Legacy Continues
This past weekend was one of those moments in my life where I took a mental photograph and stored it in my happy place. I also took a real photograph, because I don’t want to lose that moment as I age and my memory starts to go.
On Sunday my Twee Destroyer had her first violin lesson with one of my dear friends and teaching colleagues. The cuteness factor was pretty high on the Richter Scale. She happily toted her box violin and dutifully performed each task as well as any three year old can. I was actually just amazed that she was able to concentrate enough to follow any instructions, despite having taught students this young myself.
But the lesson wasn’t really the point for me.
You can’t imagine what it’s like to watch your daughter find joy in the thing that has brought you joy your entire life. To embrace something that is so important to you and be excited to embark on her own voyage. To have something in common with her for (hopefully) years to come. I can only wish that a love of music will be something that connects us even when we don’t see eye to eye. And I can only wish that this part of me will always be a part of her, even one day when I’m gone.
That 20 minute lesson gave me a preview of what it will be like to watch her learn and grow and achieve, and it made me feel so excited to watch her become a person over the next few years. And it made me a little sad to know that she is leaving her babyhood behind and starting to grow up way to fast before my very eyes.
But in the meantime, I’ll sit back and hold close to my heart this moment where I saw myself in her for one of the first times.