All week, I’ve practiced the newest piece of piano music I’m learning, the song “My Favorite Things” from the Sound of Music. I made sure to practice every single day. But when I played the song for Beautiful Piano Teacher at my lesson today, it still sounded pretty awful. My right hand knows the song, but I kept pausing between measures to see what my left hand was doing.
My piano teacher was all supportive and encouraging — really, she’s the most patient person on earth — and she kept telling me not to compare myself to my piano-playing sons. But still, it drives me crazy that my playing is so slow and torturous. Putting my right hand and left hand together still makes my head explode.
“This is so frustrating,” I said to With-a-Why this afternoon as I sat back down at the piano. “I practiced every single day this week. And it still doesn’t sound the way it does when you play. That’s so unfair.”
“Yeah, that’s really unfair,” he said. He switched his voice to a higher pitch in imitation of me. “I’ve been playing this song every day for a whole week, and I’m not as good as someone whose been playing for nine years.”
I conceded that he did have a point. But still, it feels like I’m learning really slowly.
“It’s not like I think I will ever play as well as you or Shaggy Hair Boy,” I said.
“Why not?” he asked. “You won’t catch up with us, but someday you could play as well as I can now.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Of course,” he said. “It just takes practice.”
He shook his hair out of his face. “Really, you ought to set your goals higher.”