I have to write this post while it’s fresh on my mind, even though I have more Christmas stuff to blog about, including Isabelle’s first Santa visit. (a success!)
I wasn’t sure how I would feel practicing regularly again, learning new pieces or performing on stage. But it felt really, really good. I know I get caught up in the “Isabelle’s mother” title that I forget that I have other talents besides wiping baby snot. My identity has changed since having a baby- my priorities are a little different, but I don’t want to let Old Micci die completely. Last night was a reminder to me that I can still have goals not directly related to child-rearing- I am an individual as well as a mother. Most importantly, I felt like I played well. I practiced, I knew my pieces, I had a lil solo stuck in there which went just fine. And hallelujah, it’s over- on to Christmas!
PS Thanks to my sweet husband, who fed, bathed, bottled, and put down Isabelle many nights in a row while I was out gallivanting with the harp. A highlight of my night was seeing his beardy face up in the balcony supporting me. xo.