Yesterday was my students’ Winter Voice Recital. It was a wonderful event. I was proud of each of them for facing their nerves and performing. (Five were unable to participate.) It’s always interesting to be on the flip side of performances. Instead of being nervous all day, I was excited and prayerful for my students. Instead of of receiving instruction it was my duty to impart encouragement and inspiration before the performance. Instead of receiving direct praise I enjoyed watching as each of my “girls” smiled as they were applauded for, and later congratulated.

The teacher’s role is a difficult one. You know your students voice better than anyone. You know their limits and potential. You’ve probably heard them sing at their best. Thus, when a performance comes, your hope is always that they will demonstrate for their parents, what you enjoy in lessons. Last night, there were moments when each student nailed something we had worked hard on, and there were moments when I had to just sit back and be patient as they feel back into old habits.

I love my job. I have grown to sincerely love each of these girls. We have so much fun together. This may sound strange, but one of the things I love most about my job is how often I get the chance to say “beautiful.” I appreciate that I can help each of these girls understand that beauty is not just physical, that it lies deeper and can be manifest in many different ways.

Lastly, I just want to say thanks to Tom for being such a great support. Especially last night, as I was busily arranging poinsettia and pine cones and ordering him about how to place the table in the lobby, and reminding him to run the camera, the recorder, turn on the heat, not forget the pitchers of water. . .  I couldn’t have done it with out you!