Journal/Blog

Music and Emotion

I have had the wonderful blessing of getting to attend the band concerts of our youngest most recently.

Listening to music always brings out emotion in me. Listening to music that one of my family members is a part of amplifies it.

I am a non-musician in a family of musicians. And that is ok with me.

Along the way, I chose the path that took me towards words, not notes. It doesn't mean I won't ever create my own music, but most likely I will not. If I could write while I am sleeping, I think I would. My heart lies here.

That means the part of my heart where music impacts most ties to my loved ones, specifically my husband and our children.

When they play a piece of music, I can see it. Feel it. Their music, especially, paints a story for me. So, I guess it's that their music gets translated into words for me. In my heart and my head.

Our kids have always wanted music books with Disney songs. Oh, how I would cry to hear them play pieces from The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, or Tangled. I still do. Christmas time is something special for me because I hear the carols live here in our home.

The concerts our youngest plays now aren't simple. They are complex pieces that professional symphonies play. Her band has placed in a national competition and they earned that distinction.

And still, as I sit in the audience, next to my husband listening to the whole band up there playing... my heart hears our child playing amongst them. I let myself be free and fly with the notes, riding along for the journey they weave during those precious moments they are on stage together.