It seemed like an ordinary day, when Momma’s piano came to be a fixed piece of furniture in the living room. And isn’t that the way extraordinary things begin….in a quiet manner? I’ve come to understand those events that impact life the most, arrive without a lot of fanfare or drum rolls. They just quietly blend in like they belong.
If mom had many dreams in life, she kept them to herself. You had to be paying attention to read between the lines to know she had a big dream. A dream so big she never thought she deserved it. She struggled with believing she deserved anything special in life. Humble she was. Growing up in a home with little love and lots of discipline, she learned to not expect much and she wouldn’t be disappointed. It was wrong to think she deserved much in life, so she was led to believe.
My five year old self watched, as the old, used, upright piano was placed along one of the walls. I had seen pianos in church and knew what it was……I just didn’t know it was momma’s dream. I didn’t find that out until decades later.
She had six kids and a husband. She had a job at the local cotton mill. And her heart was telling her, there was time for more. There was time for a dream to come true. This was not for selfish reasons, nor for personal gain. It was a dream to serve others and to glorify God, whom she loved with all her heart.
Momma wanted to learned to play the piano. She wanted to be good enough to be the church pianist. A gift she wasn’t sure she was worthy of, but the desire was there. There weren’t too many pianist around and none in our family, on either side.
That may sound strange, but that was way before the electronic keyboards, that stay true to their advertisements, “anybody can learn to play in a day.”
No…… learning to play that old upright would required many hours of practice. Hours Mom didn’t have.
I know this because, momma never learned to play, momma never became the church pianist but………. I did.
That old upright and I became very good friends. It wasn’t planned, there weren’t any lessons……..the piano was there and it seemed natural for me to sit down and begin the journey. It has spanned decades, many towns and many churches. I’ve heard the compliments and comments “what a gift you have.’’
As we were talking, shortly before mom passed away, I realized I was living the dream she had that day the upright piano came to our house. Reading between the lines, I was sadden that it was too late for the gift to be hers. She had watched as she was passed up, and what she wanted was given to her daughter. She never spoke a word of bitterness or self pity. If she ever questioned why, I never heard it.
Perhaps her dream had changed years before. Maybe all that mattered was for the seed in her heart to bloom and she didn’t mind that it was in her child’s life. Every time I play, it is my mom’s dream. Without her dream, there never would have been a piano in the house to catch a little girl’s fascination. Maybe she realized it that day those little fingers sounded out “Twinkle, twinkle little star. How I wonder what you are.”
Mom’s dream didn’t die, it bloomed somewhere still connected to her heart.