For as long as I have know them, my children have shown no
interest whatsoever in me playing the piano.
When they were very little they would wail ‘stop mummy’ or ‘let me play,
mummy’, so I quickly gave up on my romanticised view of musical motherhood where
I would play Bach as they played on the floor beside me. But recently something has changed. The last two evenings after homework is done,
they have actually ASKED me to play for them.
‘Play the Waltz’, ‘Play the fast one’, ‘Play the one you played when you
were a little girl.’ This last request
was the reason I climbed up to the attic today to seek out my box full of old
piano music and find my copy of The
Children’s Bach. This particular
collection of piano pieces has an almost mythical status among those of us who
learnt the piano as children. Helen Garner chose to use the title for her 1984 Novella. I remember being particularly moved when, at
a musical soirée, Anna Goldsworthy played a piece, probably a Minuet, from The Children’s Bach and read extracts
from her memoir Piano Lessons because
it took me straight back to my early years learning the piano. When I found my copy of The Children’s Bach today I was similarly transported back to early
piano lessons. My copy is dog-eared,
faded, sellotaped, with my name on the front cover in my piano teacher’s
familiar handwriting. I was filled with
love for this music and fond memories of my piano teacher, Mrs Spratt, who was
in many ways my musical mother, someone who understood me very well. The reason I went up into the attic to
extract this particular book was an ongoing ‘discussion’ (argument) I am having
with my older daughter about the importance of perseverance. She is learning the piano, and like every 7
year old, is not overly interested in practising, and being a clever 7 year old
who often finds things easy, she is struggling with the realisation that
learning a new piece is DIFFICULT.
Having tried the Robert the Bruce and the spider story (“if at first you
don’t succeed, try, try again”) without much traction, I told her how I had
struggled with a particular piano piece when I was little bit older than her;
‘A Little Air’, from The Children’s Bach. I clearly remember how frustrated I was, how
the piece tripped me up and just didn’t make sense and that it nearly made me
give up the whole endeavour. But after a
stern word from my piano teacher and probably my mother too, I knuckled down
and played it over and over and over again until I got it. I also remember the fantastic sense of satisfaction
and pride in my achievement when I could finally play the piece from beginning
to end. I told my daughter all of
this. And then she wanted to hear the
piece. I will play it for her and her
sister tonight, along with a waltz and a fast piece and maybe a Bach
Prelude. And I hope my story of the
‘tricky piano piece’ will stay with her every time she starts a new piece and
meets that wall of frustration.
Perseverance, along with resilience, are perhaps some of the most
important lessons I hope to teach our children.
