That dreaded piano recital
Well, my 9 year old, Annika, has her annual piano recital Sunday. I love watching how she's progressed, don't get me wrong, but everything else about it is a nightmare. First of all, I get so nervous for her. Why? I mean she seems cool as ice? Second, I make her sibs go with--only to rue the moment I came of with that lame thought. Last time,they were bickering and pinching and in general making complete nuisances of themselves. I felt like taking the baby grand and whopping'em upside the head with it. Then you have to sit through every rendition of Twinkle,, Twinkle Little Star and other simple songs the other kids play, only to give them each such a hearty applause you'd think they just mastered Chopin's Ballade in G Minor. Hmmm. And all for a little plastic trophy. But the smile of pride on Annika's face (and my own) makes me forget about all the little annoyances and look forward to the next year. Bravo, Annika.