How Sweet The Sound

Every morning I hear the battle cries, "I hate violin!", "Why do you always make us practice?", "Why do I have to do what you want?" The cries increase in intensity on Thursdays when we have to go to lessons. You would think they were indentured servants by the way they moan. Every parent who has a child that they bribe, yell at, threaten to practice, wonders if it's even worth it. And then there is a moment that shows up and you no longer wonder. Today was one of those days--BIG performance, practiced for MONTHS, played for a judge, medals awarded.

As I watched them play, I didn't hear years and years worth of whining. Instead, I heard joy. Oh, how sweet the sound. All worth it.