Tonight, my eldest was the first performance of the Winter Concert, and played The Carol of The Bells on the piano, solo. She was, of course, marvelous.
I have never once made her practice. I’ve never stood over her sternly, forcing her to the keys. Like all of her mighty works, she did it because she wanted to. She is creative, hard-working, and whip smart – but she’s also free. Independent. Distinct.
How much prouder could a father be?
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