She carries her flute like it’s something special. She cherishes the instrument, not so much for what it is, but the potential it holds. She is a musician and I wonder at the grace and beauty of her flying fingers, at the music she makes.
Watching her start from scratch in a new school music department has been frustrating. She looked for a challenge and I looked for the easy way up the scale.
I had an urge. Do you know the one? It’s the one that emails on behalf of your child and asks for the easy way. It touts of talent and technique and does all the talking. It was the momma in me that has watched behind the scenes and has seen where hard work and consistent practice can take a girl with a silver flute.
But I was quiet. Because the main problem with an easy life is the trust and faithful pursuit that are lost in route. We didn’t say a word out loud (prayers don’t count, but really they do) and she just kept making her music.
We think we want easy in this life for our kids, like a lottery day, where it’s all luck and no hard work. Because easy is well, easy. But it’s in the struggle, the sweat, the story, we find Jesus. We learn to trust His plan, We learn the undeniable value of faithfulness and persistence. Victory tastes sweeter when it cost us something along the way.
August turned to September, September to October. She kept playing and I kept quiet.
And then, just like that on a plain old Thursday, it happened. People noticed and she played and played again for them. Her class schedule was altered and she was placed in the highest band (out of 4) and put in the last seat. And then the next day, she skipped up 6 more chairs, second in the school district. Her face beamed. Her words tumbled out in excitement when she told me.
A few days ago, this girl played with 700 other junior high musicians and became the only 7th grade All-Region flautist from her school.
I wanted to cry. Not because of what happened, but because of how it happened.
It was a good lesson in hard work and giving up the easy life.