A year ago my grandma told me I could have her piano, but because of furniture and weather and assorted other quandaries, we didn't move it down here until a couple weeks ago. I really wanted it to be in our living room, but it just doesn't fit. At least, not until we get a wall-mounted TV, which will be around the time of never. So, out went the couch in our bedroom, and in came the piano. I think it was a good trade. I think it was a very good trade.
Our house has a piano.
It sits with all its unassuming upright grandeur, and gets plenty of use. Not just from me, mind you. But also from a littler music fan who is working diligently at learning Twinkle Twinkle in the Key of C.
Not having lived with a piano since I got married (there was a piano in the dorm I lived in), my skills are rusty at best. My left hand can hardly get through a round of scales, and I flip past the pages of musical pieces that have more than 3 flats. To get back into the swing of things, I have started over with some basic tunes like Chopin's Fur Elise and Mazurka. Nevermind that nearly any junior high girl who has had a few years of lessons could play these pieces; it's all music to my ears. When I need a quick ego boost I resort to something a bit more nostalgic, like, say, "The Rose." It's high on the cheesy factor and darned easy to play. (POST EDIT: as my friend Nathanael astutely pointed out, "Fur Elise" was written by Beethoven, not Chopin. Clearly my musical knowledge has suffered in addition to my skills!)
Even though I knew I would be thrilled to pieces to be playing again, I have discovered my favorite part about having a piano is having Sydney around a piano. She plays, sometimes with her fingers, sometimes with her toes, and sometimes with her chin. We are a household of musical experimenters, and the only real no-no is playing the piano with our rear end (also known as the "sit and smash" method). There will be no buns--diapered or undiapered--sitting on this piano, thank you very much.
I also take great joy in having Sydney sitting next to me, listening attentively to all my mistakes. And yesterday when I finished playing/singing our house favorite "Seasons of Love" from the musical Rent, she clapped and exclaimed, "Sing it again, Mommy."
For you, the greatest music of my heart, I will sing anything again.