Another shot through me like daggers. The pain was excruciating yet I managed to keep smiling. How could I do otherwise when my daughter was watching intently?
This had been a long process but the results had been worth the effort. The pain was now much less, apart from the occasional. For that matter, spending time with my young daughter had made the experience tolerable, even in the initial painful stages.
“How was that, daddy?” my daughter looked on expectantly.
“Beautiful, sweetheart, hardly a note in error.”
Learning had been an adventure. At her young age, I could see a violinist future for her.
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Melissa Mitchell
November 17, 2012 at 16:07
Love it! My son wants so badly to play an instrument. Or worse…sing! I know it’s time to let him start, but I’m going for acoustic guitar. He wants electric guitar or DRUMS. I think they’d be excruciating. 🙂
gailatthefarm
November 18, 2012 at 03:38
Great.
Jenny Matlock
December 2, 2012 at 02:25
Ross, this made me laugh. Our granddaughter took her violin to the park the other day to practice.
We got some odd looks.
Finally a woman stopped and semi-whispered to me, ‘Great idea…it hurts a lot less in wide open spaces, doesn’t it?”
Thanks for the smile!