"I would say that music is the easiest means in which to
express, but since words are my talent, I must try to express clumsily with
words what the pure music would have done better." William Faulkner
It's hard to say which I love most--music or words. I think both are completely wonderful, and my life would be flat without them.
I am a piano teacher and teach several of my grandchildren. Aaron is thirteen now. When he was three, I was teaching his five year old brother to play the piano. He came to me one day and said, "Grandma, I think you should teach me piano, too."
I readily agreed, because the desire was real. If I could sell desire, I would be a millionaire.
Since I teach Suzuki Method, teaching a three year old was not unusual.
Since I teach Suzuki Method, teaching a three year old was not unusual.
About half of my students are my grandchildren. It is a special joy to teach those we love. The grandchildren have watched each other learn to play the piano with interest. As they watch, a spark of desire is begins to grow. Then they talk to Grandma.
When Kieri asked me if I would teach her, I wasn't sure how it would work out. Her parents are divorced and not particularly interested in piano lessons. Suzuki Method depends on parent involvement. She spends time in several locations during a week, with limited access to a piano. Since she had the desire we began.
We overcame a few obstacles. We found her a piano so that she could practice at home, and I found space in my schedule to work with her several times a week. It's going well.
Recently Kieri asked me,"Grandma, why is music important?
What a question? What would you say? I could think of many answers, but I kept it simple.
"There are lots of reasons why music is important," I said. "Let's just talk about two of them for today." I had her attention. "First, music makes us happy." This lead to a discussion on happy and sad songs. In truth, music can express a variety of emotions, and she recognized that. Kieri enjoys sad songs. She likes minor.
"Another thing I love about music," I continued, "is that it organizes our brains so that we can learn better."
Her eyes grew wide at this thought.
Later that week, she spent the night and I listened to her bedtime prayer. "Heavenly Father," she began. "Thank you for music..."
There is more than one kind of pay day.
Linda Garner