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He did great! I was the basket case (on the inside of course) so much so that, while he did his warm up before we left, I had to remove myself and head upstairs to domestos the bathroom and do the ironing.... to the dulcet tones of my Cole Porter CD.... loud enough to drown out the scales.

Still no better at examination headquarters... buried my head in a bougainvillea bush outside... to surround myself with 'pretty' and think pretty thoughts. He came out beaming. I could have cried with relief. I still caught glimpses of 'old school' in the waiting room... a terrified little boy, significantly younger than my youngest at 7, clutching an Eighth Grade Piano Book. What??!!! My son said he saw him later in tears, in the warm up room, his mother standing over him, chastising him in their language. I'm sorry, Mother's have their place but little ones still need a voice. The day my son says I am not enjoying this, we're done. He has been alternating music exams each year, guitar exam one year, piano the next, as I am so mindful of not destroying the magic that music lessons SHOULD be. I mentioned after his exam that the next exam would be guitar next year. "Mum, I would like to do both, piano and guitar next year, I can't wait to learn some new music". Thank you Mrs Poole (our piano teacher)... thank you!

Ok, so we skipped school, despite my boy being dressed and ready for his after lunch lessons (I love that part of being a Mum and I loved the joy on his face when I announced that we were wagging school.... cue disapproving, manipulative silence of 'previous generation'). First stop, our favourite sushi place and then Gloria Jeans for a 'Nailed My Piano Exam Oreo/Tim Tam Iced Chocolate'.

We're off to pick up the little tacker from school and then we're heading to the park for an 'end of the school week serious soccer session'.
Have a great weekend!