Today’s date holds a special meaning for me.
Nope, it’s not my birthday.
Twenty-five years ago, on October 3rd, I started taking piano lessons. I was seven years old, and my mom dropped me off at my teacher’s house and watched me walk up to the door. According to my mom, I rang the doorbell then turned and waved excitedly at my mom, and sort of bounced up and down with excitement.
I don’t remember all of that, but I do remember that I was very excited about learning to play the piano. I had been wanting to learn how to play since I was five.
I would sit in church and watch the church pianists in awe, wishing that someday I could play like them.
My dad told me that if I really wanted to play the piano, I should pray for us to be able to get a piano. So, of course, I prayed with child-like faith. And on Christmas Day when I was six, I got my answer to prayer. You can see my huge smile in the picture below.
I was one very excited 6 year old!
I’m very thankful to say that twenty-five years later, I’m still playing the piano. And I’m the one now sitting at the piano with little girls looking up to me. I don’t take that responsibility for granted.
I can’t say that I’ve enjoyed playing every day of those twenty-five years. Have I ever wanted to quit? YES! Have I gotten worn out? YES! But, with the Lord’s help, I haven’t quit. And, for the majority of those twenty-five years, I have thoroughly enjoyed the experience.
I couldn’t have done any of this without the support of my parents. They never complained about paying for lessons, or driving me to the teacher’s house, or hearing the same song played over and over and over and over.
I was telling my mom the other day that this twenty-five year anniversary was coming up. She said that all the money and time that they invested was totally worth it. She never once regretted it or thought about how she could have used that money elsewhere.
Also, my sister (and my closest friend) encouraged me. Part of her “encouragement” was by playing my hard-practiced songs by ear without practicing…but that just motivated me more. She also was there when I wanted to quit and helped me keep going. (Thanks, sis!)
There have been five private piano teachers over those twenty-five years, and they all influenced me both musically and socially and spiritually.
Throughout the years, there have been numerous people (too many to count or name) that have encouraged me in my piano music.
Playing for a Cystic Fibrosis Benefit Concert in 2011
Lastly, my husband is my constant supporter. He thinks it is “so cool” that he can have a private concert anytime he wants.
Twenty-five years (yes, a quarter of a century) have come and gone, and I still love playing the piano!
Here’s to twenty-five more years!
This post is part of a series I’m doing this month called “On-the-Go Pianist.” Click here to see all the posts!