Comfort Zone
April 13, 2011
There’s nothing quite like the adrenaline rush that fills you after an excellent musical performance – especially at Mass, right there in front of God’s true presence and the whole congregation! – but unlike some people, I don’t bear it gracefully. I get flighty and jittery and high on endorphins, and then I go and do stupid things like agreeing to give violin lessons.
She’s only four? Sure! You want her to learn Suzuki method? I have zero experience with Suzuki, but hey, why not? You and your husband work on a heifer farm and can’t afford to pay me any more than gas money to get to the lessons? That’s okay!
You might be able to tell that I’m a little nervous about this. I remember thinking that it was a terrible idea, but something beyond me kept my mouth moving and my head nodding, regardless – and with the tabernacle at my back, I lost any inclination to halt the flow of my words and went on to make arrangements with a sweet, quiet woman to teach her daughter how to play the violin.
It was such a crazy, random happenstance for this particular woman to have even been at St. Charles that day, in the first place, that I couldn’t bring myself to write it off as a chance meeting.
I mean, I’m going to school to be an English teacher. I love to share all kinds of knowledge with other people. I even have a deep desire to homeschool my own kids, someday. This shouldn’t be so scary, but I can’t help it – and even though I feel like it’s all going to be okay, I still have no idea what I’m doing. I’m jumping into this one feet-first. Pray for me!
