Thursday, January 19, 2012

Library Lessons

The sweetest neighbors gave us their piano at Christmas. Our daughter is psyched at the prospect of lessons, but a tsunami of regret washes over me as I remember being her age; my blazing red John Thompson's piano book battered and bruised from me drop kicking it all the way to my piano teacher's house each week, wishing I could be one of the many children in my neighborhood playing tag or riding bikes or, well, doing anything other than P@!#ANO.

Sweet redemption found me in section 786 of our local library. What once seemed like torture is now a source of relaxation. 

Our family calls them library lessons - a delightful, painless way to learn at your own leisure. 

How will the library nurture you today?

xoxo Michele