Yesterday I had promised their parents I would keep the 'grandgirls three' while they enjoyed some adult time at a Christmas party.
The oldest two had some homework to finish. The youngest (7 months) didn't have homework yet.
The oldest one finished her art project and quickly answered some geography questions. She then informed me that she had to practice her flute for 30 minutes.
Oh my. I thought of the poor animals within a five mile radius that would have painful ears when she screeeeeched out some notes. After all she is only 12 and has been taking lessons for a few months.
I braced myself. I had the dogs snuggled under a comforter in the big recliner with Hubby.
Imagine my surprise when I heard the most wonderful sound coming from the bedroom. She plays infront of a mirror to perfect her form so she chose my bedroom with the big mirror on the dresser to be her practice area. I heard strands of "Silver Bells", "Silent Night", "O Christmas Tree" and a few others. I slipped into the hall and watched from the darkness. With the light of the lamp shining on her face...I was moved to tears. Such a wonderful young lady. Such a joy to my heart. She took piano for a few years so music was not foreign to her. However the flute seemed to be an extention of her self. She played the notes flawlessly and with such precision. With a flip of her hair and a glint of pride in her eye she proclaimed, "So whadda think, Grammy?" All I could do was hug her and whisper in her ear how proud I am of my baby girl. She is amazing.
No wonder they are called "grand". They bring spontaneous joy and sunshine when they come through the door.
Middle girl is beginning piano lessons in January. She is 7 and already knows she will be quite good at the instrument. Such determination! They have promised me a duet of flute and piano next Christmas. My bet is that it will truly happen.
Mz Scarlett...feelin' mighty blessed!