Debbie and I took our seats in the front row; we were very excited to be here. We had travelled a long way specially for this event and looking forward to hearing the speaker. Two young women, recently mentored by the speaker, took the stage and asked the audience to be silent, asked us to turn our ringers off and then proceeded to their introductions. With loud applause, the speaker stepped up into the center of the stage, well dressed, wearing a big smile, looking confident and ready to begin. My heart swelled as I held back the feeling of tears in the corners of my eyes. With great pride, we were there to see Gab take the center stage. Yes, I mean our Gab! That was our daughter up there! She was no longer the little child, but a young adult whose presence drew in the room’s attention.
The long road to this point was, literally speaking, 120 miles from our house to the auditorium. However, on a more conceptual road, this path took years to arrive on this spot. There was being in the Wizard of Oz while in elementary school. Gab acted in plays throughout middle school and high school, including a few independent productions. Then there were the years of piano lessons, learning the flute, and picking up the clarinet in her senior year. In a few weeks, before the slight bend in the road, will be the graduation from four years of learning many instruments, singing in high-level choral groups, training to be an educator and student teaching. Debbie and I were the proud parents and Rebecca was the proud sister, as we were able to see the culmination of path traveled present itself on stage.
OK – I am the gushing parent. In Yiddish, the word kvelling comes to mind – beaming with pride. As a music education major, the presentation was part of Gab’s honor program. The title of the presentation was “ABA Form for Non-Musicians.” We saw a glimpse of this future teacher to be as she “taught” us about this basic musical structure. Gab talked about Oreo Cookies and chocolate. Everyone in the room sang together. We raised our hands to give answers. We laughed. Gab played some piano where we had to be interactive with her. Then she bowed while we clapped our hands – she had completed her talk. Our teacher-to-be had just taught a roomful of adults; this was a glimpse at what Gab has to provide to the future musicians of the world, and we could not be prouder of her!