Have you heard someone say “We take photos as a return ticket to the moment that is otherwise gone?” I do not know who said that piece but I like it. Gives me enough reason to look into my files and document moments and even memories. Here is another beautiful story of the past. Date written: May 14, 2012.
My mother bought a big piano for the boys. I thought the boys would just play the piano whenever they feel like touching its keys.
I was wrong.
Less than a week after the piano arrived, Second son let me hear “Best Day Ever.” It is one of the songs in Spongebob Squarepants. When I asked him how he learned of the notes, his plain answer was “I just played along with the song and tried to find the scale that matches the melody.”
Honestly, I don’t have an idea on how “to find that scale that matches the melody.”
A few days and I heard new tunes — piano compositions by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and Beethoven’s.
Weeks passed and the kids are now finding by themselves the keys of various church songs — Anima Christie, Take and Receive, See Ye First…
Hours became days, and weeks turned into a month. And as always, I am excited to come home and hear my boys play the piano. Why? because before they start, they have this very special message that truly melts my heart “This song is for mama.”