I had one of those perfect moments with my child today. You know the one, where time stops and you
acknowledge the moment for what it is…something beautiful. I was playing a friendly game of cards with
my 4-year-old. Our daily card game habit
developed a few weeks back when we redecorated the living room and created a
separate alcove in the front window area, complete with two comfy, antique
lounge chairs separated by a small glass coffee table, which lends perfectly to
a game table.
Depending on who’s playing, we rotate back and forth from
games like Old Maid, Crazy Eights and Go Fish, to Snowflake, Rummy, and Double
Solitaire. Today the deck was dealt for
Go Fish and the two of us took turns asking each other for cards, while being
entertained by the notes of the piano being played in the background by my
older daughter during her in-home piano lesson. My piano-playing daughter started a new song….one
I’d heard her practice a hundred times at home….one that I loved for its
simplicity and beauty….one that made me stop and take note under ordinary
conditions.
But today, she was being accompanied by her piano teacher,
and the combination of players and additional notes brought the song to life in
a way I had never experienced. It’s
hauntingly beautiful notes demanded the attention of all within earshot, and our
card game came to a standstill as tears burned the back of my eyes and
eventually spilled onto my cheeks, as I was overcome with appreciation for the
music being played, the teacher challenging my daughter to play more
passionately, and my daughter’s love of creating such beautiful sounds. My little card shark partner took note of the music
as well, and her eyes started to mist over, as she left her chair and came
closer to give me a hug and wipe the tears from my face.
As the moment of musical beauty slowly gave way to the
special moment of appreciation my younger daughter and I were sharing together,
she leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “Got an eight?”
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