A triumphant return
I'm back from my trip and let me say, it was indeed a blast. I'll post a more detailed journal on the Music Festival itself later, when I can gather my thoughts. But here's a post for you anyway:
My violin student, like myself, has an orchestra audition coming up so I had to give her a lesson today. I hadn't seen her for about two weeks so I was pretty happy to see her. Except when she opened the door, I almost had a cardiac arrest because HOLY COW...she had grown. I am not even kidding, she had grown noticeably since the last time I saw her. It was one of the most jarring things I have seen. The weird thing is that during my trip I spent a good deal of time with my eight year old twin cousins, who I see only once a year. To my eye, they haven't changed much at all. Yet here is my 12 year old violin student shooting up like a bean sprout in just two weeks. My goodness, this is probably akin to what parents feel when they watch their children grow up. When adults would say that to me (which, to be honest, stopped happening when I was in seventh grade or so - which was also the time I stopped growing coincidentally) I would always brush it off as a kind of "whatever" deal, but now I actually understand where they're coming from. It makes me feel old.
The difference was so stunning that I asked her mom about it when she came in to say hi. Her mom agreed that her daughter had in fact grown and that she had been struck by the change too. My gosh, just wait till she hits high school...I'll probably keel over at that point. Oh, why are all the little kiddies around me growing up so fast?!
My violin student, like myself, has an orchestra audition coming up so I had to give her a lesson today. I hadn't seen her for about two weeks so I was pretty happy to see her. Except when she opened the door, I almost had a cardiac arrest because HOLY COW...she had grown. I am not even kidding, she had grown noticeably since the last time I saw her. It was one of the most jarring things I have seen. The weird thing is that during my trip I spent a good deal of time with my eight year old twin cousins, who I see only once a year. To my eye, they haven't changed much at all. Yet here is my 12 year old violin student shooting up like a bean sprout in just two weeks. My goodness, this is probably akin to what parents feel when they watch their children grow up. When adults would say that to me (which, to be honest, stopped happening when I was in seventh grade or so - which was also the time I stopped growing coincidentally) I would always brush it off as a kind of "whatever" deal, but now I actually understand where they're coming from. It makes me feel old.
The difference was so stunning that I asked her mom about it when she came in to say hi. Her mom agreed that her daughter had in fact grown and that she had been struck by the change too. My gosh, just wait till she hits high school...I'll probably keel over at that point. Oh, why are all the little kiddies around me growing up so fast?!