Pounding on the piano- the kind that doesn't resemble anything like music... but rather, tests the nerves and makes you want to SCREAM happens OFTEN with lots of tiny busy little fingers in our home. I asked for it. I insisted on having a piano so our children could tickle the ivories and fill our home with beautiful music...or sometimes we just call it sound.
We bought a console second hand about 10 years ago...the twinner piano to the one I played on growing up, or at least tried to with the few years I took piano. My brothers have much more 'for reals' talent in that department. It's been a great desire of mine to expose our children early to instruments and music to develop possible talents they could stick to and hopefully bless their lives and fill our home with music-not of the iPod variety.
McKenzie and Monson have diddle daddled with lessons at the school which proved to be unsuccessful with a class of 12. A couple of months ago I started them with a phenomenal teacher, trained in the Suzuki Method and both have excelled greatly in just a few short months. Suddenly the 'sound' turned into 'music'! Joy to my ears! She uses a very modified Suzuki Method for Monson and a more traditional approach with McKenzie. Monson does NOT enjoy the lessons and structure, but rather composing on his own has been his forte; whereas, McKenzie has soaked it all in and loves playing any chance she gets. They have talent and apparently stage fright to go with it. They both froze during the middle of one of their solos at last week's piano recital. They eventually turned it around to figure out the notes, but I froze with them for a second as I could feel their fear as their face turned 10 colors of red. They did a great job with their first performances and I hope there's a round two next year!
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