Proud Of My Girl

I'm so proud of my girl.

She will be starting her Royal Conservatory of Music (the Canadian version, which I'm told by her piano teacher has better songs....) next week. She has worked so hard and thrived at playing the piano. I very rarely have to remind her to practice. Typically in a day she flitters around the house from task to task, stopping every hour or so at the piano to play for about 15 minutes. She repeats this until all together she has likely practiced a couple of hours. This method of practice so suits her personality. If she actually had to sit for longer than 15 minutes I think that she would go stark, raving mad.

I'm so proud of my girl.

After her piano lesson today we went to her favourite store in the planet, Michaels. She works hard and is learning to save her money. This is her once-a-month treat (which I prefer more than candy) where she usually spends just a few dollars on little items.

I discovered I was rather foolhardy to go to Michaels during the Christmas season. They have such cool things at this time of the year for a *crafty* girl such as Hannah, and I had no idea how she was going to make up her mind. My heart melted when she finally settled on a kit that constructed a bird house AND an airplane/car. She decided on this because she knew her brother would be delighted to construct and paint the airplane/car, while she enjoyed working on the birdhouse. I decided to let her spend a little bit more money than usual because of her sweet motive and as a reward for doing so well in her piano.

She then spent the entire drive home anticipating her brother's reaction to his gift.

I smiled all the way home. And I told her how much I loved this trait of hers.

Have I mentioned yet how proud I am of my girl?