Despite being connected 24/7 and having a video camera available on my iPhone at every moment of the day, it always seems that there are moments that I would love to capture for all of eternity yet they sneak by. Man, what I would give to have this moment on video to watch over and over again...
Let me set the scene. Hudson is taking piano lessons at school and has been since February. He's not a big fan of piano and getting him to practice at home is liking pulling teeth. He has a recital coming up and we've been working on Ode to Joy with him.
The school had an informal showing for the parents. I totally messed up and forgot to mark my calendar so I get a call at 5:37p asking if we are coming (the showing started at 5:30). I hurry up, tell Hudson put on nicer clothes, throw Hayes in the stroller and make Hudson and Hadley run with me to school (only a block away). We rush in and the other students have just finished their pieces, so Hudson is up. In the rush to leave, I grabbed my camcorder (is that what they're still called?) since I knew my phone would run out of space. Hudson stands up, says his name and the title of his pieces, plays, bows, and sit back down with the other students. I got it all on tape right before the battery dies. At this point, the piano teacher asks the students if they have any other pieces they would like to share. Three students raise their hands. One of them is Hudson. HUH??? My mind is racing to think what other pieces he might remember. Since he hates to practice, nothing really comes to mind. So....
The first student walks to the piano and introduces her piece. She said she will now play Fur Elise and busts it out. With no sheet music. Beethoven. I look over at the mom and smile. She smiles back and said "I taught her that at home."
Okay, now I'm panicking a bit because what the F*&# is Hudson going to play.
Ms. Cassie, the teacher, asks for volunteers again, and again, Hudson raises his hand. Another student is asked to come up.
The second student walks up and my mind is racing so I'm not sure what she says she's going to play. She sits there, with no sheet music, and plays this long, beautiful piece. I watch her focus and count beats by nodding her head, pausing when appropriate. Everyone claps.
Once again, Ms. Cassie asks if anyone has a piece they want to share. Hudson walks up. "Oh man, this is going to be epic" is what goes through my head.
Hudson says "My piece is called the Deadly Lion King". Ummmm, what is about to happen?
He sits down and starts to play on the low end of the piano and then the high. Then a few notes on the low end and a few more on the high. This goes on for what feels like 10 mins. It's taking everything I have to not bust at the seams.
People clap, I'm cracking up, and Hudson is proud.
As we walk home, I ask him about his piece. He tells me that the low notes were for the Daddy (he was Mufasa in the school play) and the high notes were for the Mommy. I complement him on his creativity and kick myself for not having this performance on video. I still crack up every time I replay it in my mind. "My piece is called the Deadly Lion King". OMG, I love this kid.
#DeadlyLionKing
#epickidmoment
Let me set the scene. Hudson is taking piano lessons at school and has been since February. He's not a big fan of piano and getting him to practice at home is liking pulling teeth. He has a recital coming up and we've been working on Ode to Joy with him.
The school had an informal showing for the parents. I totally messed up and forgot to mark my calendar so I get a call at 5:37p asking if we are coming (the showing started at 5:30). I hurry up, tell Hudson put on nicer clothes, throw Hayes in the stroller and make Hudson and Hadley run with me to school (only a block away). We rush in and the other students have just finished their pieces, so Hudson is up. In the rush to leave, I grabbed my camcorder (is that what they're still called?) since I knew my phone would run out of space. Hudson stands up, says his name and the title of his pieces, plays, bows, and sit back down with the other students. I got it all on tape right before the battery dies. At this point, the piano teacher asks the students if they have any other pieces they would like to share. Three students raise their hands. One of them is Hudson. HUH??? My mind is racing to think what other pieces he might remember. Since he hates to practice, nothing really comes to mind. So....
The first student walks to the piano and introduces her piece. She said she will now play Fur Elise and busts it out. With no sheet music. Beethoven. I look over at the mom and smile. She smiles back and said "I taught her that at home."
Okay, now I'm panicking a bit because what the F*&# is Hudson going to play.
Ms. Cassie, the teacher, asks for volunteers again, and again, Hudson raises his hand. Another student is asked to come up.
The second student walks up and my mind is racing so I'm not sure what she says she's going to play. She sits there, with no sheet music, and plays this long, beautiful piece. I watch her focus and count beats by nodding her head, pausing when appropriate. Everyone claps.
Once again, Ms. Cassie asks if anyone has a piece they want to share. Hudson walks up. "Oh man, this is going to be epic" is what goes through my head.
Hudson says "My piece is called the Deadly Lion King". Ummmm, what is about to happen?
He sits down and starts to play on the low end of the piano and then the high. Then a few notes on the low end and a few more on the high. This goes on for what feels like 10 mins. It's taking everything I have to not bust at the seams.
People clap, I'm cracking up, and Hudson is proud.
As we walk home, I ask him about his piece. He tells me that the low notes were for the Daddy (he was Mufasa in the school play) and the high notes were for the Mommy. I complement him on his creativity and kick myself for not having this performance on video. I still crack up every time I replay it in my mind. "My piece is called the Deadly Lion King". OMG, I love this kid.
#DeadlyLionKing
#epickidmoment
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