A New Dream for a Mother in Her Late Thirties

It's right down to the wire, but
I'm participating in Yoshihiro-san's project.

Yoshihiro-san,
congratulations on reaching 1,000 followers! 🥳

Thank you always
for your support through the magazine as well. 🌟

If I had to name one thing I lack, I would answer

musical sense

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First of all, I have no sense of rhythm.

Also, I am very tone-deaf.

In addition to that, my vocal range is narrow.

Writing this is making me sad... tears

But well, this is the truth.

Of course, I cannot read sheet music.

When we used recorders in elementary and junior high school,
I would write the notes (do-re-mi) on the sheet music, memorize them by ear,
and master them through sheer, competitive grit.

When I got to high school, music was an elective,
so I was relieved from the bottom of my heart that I didn't have to take it.
(By the way, I chose art)

Therefore,
a place like karaoke
is the place I least want to go.

I don't even have a song I can say I'm good at, so being in a situation where it's my turn or the microphone is passed to me is nothing but terrifying.

For a long time now, music has been something to "listen to"
and not something for me to sing or play.

That could be called a state of resignation.

However,
resignation and longing might be two sides of the same coin. Perhaps.

People who are good at singing or playing instruments are
dazzling and radiant, regardless of gender...!

I've even thought that if I were to be reborn, I'd want to be blessed with musical talent—
that's how much I admire it.

For someone like me,
an unparalleled opportunity arrived this spring.

My child became interested in the piano, and we decided to have them attend a private local studio.

We went for a trial lesson through a friend's recommendation, and because of the teacher's personality—which lived up to the reputation of being kind and good with children—and my intuition that they would surely learn the joy of music here,
both my son and daughter enrolled.

Once a week, while my child is having their lesson,
I am in the same room, and
everything basic they are learning there
is a 'Oh, so that's how it is!' moment for me.

I must have learned this in music class,
but I had no interest and couldn't understand it,
so I keenly realize it must have just slipped right through.

So, while pretending to watch my child,
I am actually learning quite seriously. Lol

And then, to my surprise, even without writing down the notes,
I can play simple songs with both hands!

I, who could only play 'Heart and Soul,'
find it so happy and fun.

Lately, I've been practicing by looking at my child's sheet music almost every day.

And when I play, my child comes over to my side,
and we often practice together.

This is fun, too.
(Much more so than playing with toys... lol)

When I spend my days as a full-time homemaker,
I feel like I'm the only one staying in the same place,
and there are times when I feel desperately impatient.

Piano practice allows me to feel small improvements when I do it, and it's a gentle remedy for my often-wavering mental state.
Plus, it seems like it could be brain training too.

It might get harder and harder in the future,
and I might end up giving up early.

But, I'll go as far as I can.

Getting better at piano while having fun with my children

This is a dream I've recently developed.