It's been busy...filled with music, bridal showers, meetings, volleyball, study groups, movie parties, a run in the desert, choir practice, a trifling amount of laundry...
and one stolen moment with my husband.
Recently I told Sophie I wanted her to play this piece once a day, without the pedal, meticulous and slowly. I don't know why. Maybe because I think there's some quality in Bach, some brilliant ability to unlock secret passageways in the mind or, in my experience, to untangle those passageways, open a few windows, clear some of the clutter.
That's what Bach does for me.
I mean it when I say I'm glad Sophie has found such a passion in volleyball. It was hard to see her let go of the piano but I could see it was by necessity (schedule-wise) and, to be honest, harder for me than it was for her.
You just have to roll with that, parents, when it happens. When your child recognizes what moves her, you have to make room.
Still, I'm insisting on the daily two minutes of Bach.
What good is being the mum if you don't get to boss anyone around?