The Music-Obsessed Kid in Me Finally Got Her Wish

My earliest memories are steeped in music, all thanks to my mom. Actually she's a classical guitar player, and I can still picture her when her fingers dancing on the fret-board. She was the first person to teach me how to play guitar when I was just in elementary school. There's something beautiful and pure about the way she plays. 

As I grew older, my fascination with music just expended. I was itching to learn more! I remember practically begging my parents for classical music lessons especially the violin and the piano. Unfortunately, life had other plans, We had just moved into a new house, and our savings were dedicated to school and settling in, so lessons just weren’t in the budget at that time. Honestly, though, it was fine. When I was in junior high, my dad surprised me with a keyboard. I dove right into learning it, and I've loved having it.

 If you could go back and talk to your 8-year-old self, what would you see? For me, that little girl was humming, tapping her fingers, and staring longingly at orchestra performances on TV. Classical music wasn't just "old music" to me, it felt like a secret language I wanted to learn. But, as life often goes, that violin remained a "someday" dream for a long time. My inner child kept that spark alive in a corner of my heart.

The Plot Twist I Never Saw Coming

Fast forward to adulthood. You’d think the "music phase" would have faded, right? Instead, it just grew into a deeper appreciation for the greats Bach or Mozart. Then, my husband entered the picture and basically decided to become the fairy godfather.

He surprised me by buying me my very first violin, he didn't just hand it to me, but actually sat down and taught me how to play it. Seeing those first few tones come to life was like watching a childhood dream finally here. Years after, parting with a musical instrument has never been easy, we decided to sell our violin for some reasons.

However, it’s a bittersweet transition as I welcome stunning new gifts. He took things a step further. He brought home a classical guitar and grand digital piano. Now, our home sounds like a small concert hall. Transitioning between the strings of the classical guitar and the keys of the piano feels like I'm living the life my younger self always imagined. Even though I adore playing instruments, I've always been more of a "private musician". You ain't catch me performing in front of a huge crowd! 🤞