I love this because it expresses a part of me that is separate from that which most people know or see. A self apart from motherhood or other definitions. I am not a musician, never have been, yet music is a part of me. I dream in bass clef and write in rhythm. My cello holds nostalgia and romance. Having this warm wood instrument that fit comfortably inside my arms always felt like holding on to who I was.
From the time when I was most unsure of who I was. I’m in a different place now, but there is a part inside of me that always feels like the girl that played… and always will. Underneath all the other stuff. Despite all that. Because of all that. A part of me that is real and old and true. And, perhaps, with this perspective, even new.
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i do love this
I just forwarded a link of this to a couple of friends who play the cello… and are mothers. I bet they love it too.
Great article, i remember reading somewhere else to do with this. Made me want to do another search in google for more information and came across your blog post. Great post