As many of you know. I have a love for the piano...
Especially this piano..
That's right. A Steinway. I can only dream of owning one. But man do they have a gorgeous sound.
Anyway. Believe it or not, this post is not all about Steinway pianos.
I am going to tell you a wonderful story, however.
I have been taking piano lessons for 12 years, give or take a year. Throughout these years I have had two teachers. Both of which I adored through the years.
As I have grown and become more advanced in the piano and even began teaching piano lessons, I have found something wonderful.
Let me tell you about my piano teacher, Malinda. She has helped me learn that I can actually play the piano if I set my mind to it and even convinced me to practice more than I usually would have.
This is the amazing thing. I no longer see Malinda as a teacher, but as a mentor. If you look at the facts, piano is partially self-taught. Sure I can be instructed of which key is which not, and what the difference between a p and an f is. But, at the end of the day, I need to teach myself how my muscles will create each sound.
So, if that is the case, then what is the point of a teacher? A teacher is a mentor. She convinces me to play the piano because she can see the sound that I truly can make. She can see the potential and the drive and will force it out of me when I tell myself I can't do it. She will challenge me in all aspects so that I can truly love the piano.
For that, I am forever grateful.
Thanks for being a Mentor, Malinda.
Until Next Time...
Peace & Blessings.







