This weekend my 8 year old daughter and I are participating in a piano recital. Her first, my second, but first in 30 years.
We’ve been taking turns at home honing our chosen pieces. When I played my two recital songs for my piano teacher this week, she had words of praise. I didn’t play them perfectly, I only counted halfway through Charlie Chaplin’s, Smile, but she commented on the way I handled my mistakes.
You kept on playing when you played the G instead of the F note, you didn’t stop when you made a mistake. That’s what we need to do in life, she went on to say.
I’d like to think that is how I handle my life mistakes. Just pick up my hand and keep playing. No dwelling. No regrets, just moving forward.
This is a lesson I’m trying to teach my son and daughter. So the other day when my 5 year old son got pissed at his older sister, I reminded him to forgive, move on, Get Over It…I wanted to scream, biting my lip. It was actually something I needed to hear more than he did that day. It has been a tough week between me and my son. A tough few weeks, but a really tough week. Talk about pissing someone off. He has pushed every button.
What I need to do is forgive him, move on. Love him where he is, pick up and keep on playing.
It’s easier to do with a piano tune than in real life but I am still plucking along, singing the tune, remembering to just…SMILE.