Friday, 12 February 2010
*I may delete this post when I decide to resume my son's anonymity!
By far my favouritest sound in the world is listening to my son play the piano. He has a magical gift that makes everything he plays sound beautiful. I knew there was something special there when at around 3 years old he picked up his tiny yellow 'baby piano' and played twinkle twinkle little star note perfect. When I saw his music teacher last night she squealed "Erik the pianist!! Erik the pianist!" (no, not penis, as my boyfriend chose to mishear when I relayed the story to him ). He's never had a piano lesson in his life so he plays because he loves it and you can hear that in the way he plays. I don't know where he gets it from but I am so grateful for all the times I've heard him playing and my mood has instantly lifted. My son, the pianist.