The power of a mother

 

As I mentioned in a previous post, my mother spent a lovely week with us, and my boy was so happy to be with his grandmother.

I also had the chance to take care of myself, get things done, and cook several times a day for everyone — something I truly enjoyed.

Not long ago, I started taking piano classes.
I love them.

My teacher (who is actually three years younger than me) has also become a friend. She spent the last month in Japan, and I can’t wait to see her and hear all about it.

Back to my mother — she had never seen me play in person.
I had only sent her short recordings, since we live hours apart and she hadn’t visited since I got the piano.

One evening, I asked her if she wanted to hear me play.
She immediately said yes — excited.

I told her I hadn’t practiced in almost a month.
I just didn’t have the time (even though the piano is in my bedroom), and while my teacher was away, I lacked motivation.

It was late.
My little boy was already asleep.

We went upstairs, and I sat down at the piano.

I felt nervous.
I had only ever played in front of my teacher and my partner.

It took me a while to calm down, but then — it became easy.
And beautiful.

I’m far from perfect, of course.
But I enjoyed every second.

I told her I couldn’t play “Für Elise” — I didn’t remember it, and reading the notes is still difficult for me.

She said: try.

So I did.

At first, it was hard.
Really hard.

But little by little, the melody started to come together.

My mother stood behind me, gently poking my back and saying:
“Again. Again. Again.”

And suddenly, I felt like I was back in 5th grade —
sitting at the table while she was helping me with math.

For a moment, I felt small.
A bit silly.

But I kept going.

Eventually, I managed to play it with my right hand.
(I haven’t even tried the left one yet — not even with my teacher.)

And of course —
I heard “again.”

And then again.

And again.

I think this is the secret power of mothers —
they believe in you before you believe in yourself.

They push you, support you, and stay with you through the process.

Next time I struggle with a melody,
I might just invite her again for the weekend.

For motivation —
and for moments like this.

If this reminded you what it means to love someone more than yourself:

→ A Gentle Reminder for Anyone Feeling Overwhelmed Today  

→ The Power of Soft, Simple Moments