The Kids

I sometimes wonder if my students will look back on their piano lessons years from now and think about how I would tear up or almost cry on a pretty regular basis, and think it was funny or weird. I don't think I'd mind if they did.

I listened carefully today as the kids talked about Martin Luther King Jr. and the excitement over the first black president ever in this country, and how cool it is going to be tomorrow when he's the "actual for-real president" of The United States. I think I finally got the feeling a lot of other people had on November 4th...my cynicism and hatred for most things political faded a bit and I got swept away by the other stuff.

I tell you man, these kids...They're so good at making me remember the important stuff. The stuff that my stubborn adult brain forgets to remember sometimes.