Remember the deal of the century I got on this Baldwin piano last year?
No, let me refresh your memory.
I walked into a local thrift store, eyed this pristine piano sitting there without a price tag on it.
I politely asked the sales clerk how much and she responded $85, but I think we can take $75.
I then proceeded to do a little happy dance in the middle of the store as I paid for the piano.
My two oldest children started taking piano lessons last September.
It started off a little rocky, especially for my son.
You see, he likes to play football and baseball and ride his bike and play with his friends.
The little 30 minute piano lesson was getting in the way of his social life.
Let's just say that I wasn't giving up easily.
After this precious, strong willed, middle child of mine realized he was fighting a losing battle,
he changed his tune, literally.
He began to embrace his musical talent.
I now have to ask him to stop practicing at times.
He will play the piano at 7:00 a.m. and he will play the piano at 10:00 p.m.
Listening to him play truly is music to my ears.
I don't have a musical bone in my body and I am so thankful that
he has taken an interest in playing the piano.
I told him recently that when he is accepting his first grammy, the first words out of his mouth better be,
"I would like to thank my mother for forcing me to take piano lessons."
I will be sitting in the audience, beaming with pride, tears streaming down my face, whispering quietly, "I told you so".
Now my daughter, on the other hand,
doesn't currently share her brother's enthusiasm for the instrument.
Her piano playing days may be numbered.
You have got to pick your battles, right.