i have recently been inspired to give my all to life again and hit the race track with new views. i might have dirt on my face and a couple of bruises but i feel the thrill of life and new energy is churning in my veins. it is a good feeling. my beloved students are such dears. from the dirty hands of the 8 year old boys, to the screeching of the violin bows of the little girls with wild curls and pink bows... they all are funny, annoying, hilarious and tiring all at the same time. i have spent the last week tallying up practice minutes, counting performances attended, copying programs, buying ribbons, organizing moms, reading evaluations, dealing with rude business people, listening to recital pieces and various other such activities.... ...this Tuesday is their big recital sha-bang where they make all their grandmamas and pops and dads and moms so proud of their great achievements. if only i could see through the eyes of a child again. if only i could give my whole heart to make my little twinkle song perfect and earnestly tweek every measure so my Father would smile at me from out in the dark audience where sometimes I can't even see His face. most of us aren't satisfied with little twinkle songs. we tackle the big concertos of life and slop around trying to be someone we're not. i want to be satisfied with the little songs. the little cheers. the little audience. my little squeaks and a big Daddy who smiles. if ever life were that simple... ...i guess my little students would be pretty important after all... | 
