Piano lessons gave us a tune in the key of apology.

The other night, as our son was playing his guitar, our daughter announced that she was interested in taking piano lessons. As she offered this information up into the air for conversation and discussion, my husband and son were watching Monday Night Football and being all manly and such. Well, they were listening and offered their thoughts or should I say opinions. Such as, why have you decided to take lessons now? Aren't you too old? Isn't it too late? I am sure you get the picture. One thing I believe in teaching our children is, "IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO LEARN." As the air in the room turned cold with my daughter's dismay for their remarks, I realized this was something she was interested in because of watching her brother play his guitar and seeing the enjoyment he gets from it. I also believe in, "never let people put out your fire, just because they can't feel the heat." I encouraged her and promptly made a phone call to a friend who teaches. The night wore on and the conversation was forgotten, at least I thought it was forgotten. The next morning, at the breakfast table, our daughter starts telling us, her dad and I, about her brother, coming into her room after bedtime and apologizing about being discouraging regarding piano lessons. I can see the importance in our daughter's eyes. I can feel her beaming with the news. Apology, "acknowledging one has wronged another." Not a big deal it seems, with a war roaring and lives being lost. Not an earth shattering event or fact. No....it wasn't anything more than a teenager brother, realizing he had hurt his sister with words of discouragement, and he wanted to make it right before his sister fell asleep. Of course, there have been arguments since that event, but the sweetness of this apology was a tune that only could be heard between a brother and a sister and yet, it will play over again, because practicing something makes it easier to do.