at the beginning of november, i offered to play a piano piece in our ward's christmas program.
it was a shallow offer. i was certain that all the spots were filled already!
turns out they weren't..
i'm not an outstanding piano player, and the song i was assigned to play was really tricky.
and 7 minutes long!
i practiced EVERY SINGLE DAY from the time i got the music until the day of the program.
sometimes twice a day.
i would be lying if i said i didn't enjoy practicing.
it is a beautiful song. and it is was impossible not to feel the spirit when i played it.
but, it would also be a lie to say i always enjoyed practicing!
it took a lot of effort... before the practicing could even commence!
matt was busy finishing up the semester, so i tried to take the kids with me.
i had to track down church keys, load up the kids, and haul them [and their ridiculous amount of stuff] to the church.
and when i would finally get everything to the church, unloaded, and set up, it seemed like they were just never satisfied.
it killed me because i felt like things should go smoothly because i was doing such a good thing.
[i'm sure every mom reading this is thinking 'yep, i've so been there!']
if i timed it right, holden would sleep. but chet kept things interesting.
at the time, he was potty training.
it felt like i would spend a silly amount of my practice time rushing chet and holden from the chapel to the nursery bathroom, and back.
back and forth. and back and forth.
[and we meet in a ginormous double-chapel building!]
i think chet just got sick of playing in the chapel after a while.
don't blame him.
it would have been more fun if i was playing with him. but i wasn't.
so it was almost like he would do anything to try and make me stop practicing.
i remember this one time when i got to the point where i kind of knew the whole song, so all i wanted to do was try playing it all the way through.
without stopping.
so i started at the beginning..
and i was still on page 1 [of 7] when chet starts bugging me:
chet: mom... mom... mom...
pam: [still playing the song] yes, chet?
chet: mom... mom... mom...
pam: [reluctantly stop playing] what?
chet: ... holden's sleeping.
pam: ...
eventually i got pretty good at the song, if i do say so myself!
and i loved to play it.
but i had never played it in front of anyone.. except my kids.
and doing anything in front of a crowd terrifies me.
even the thought of playing charades - with people that i like - makes me feel sick.
i hate performing.
the worst grade i ever got, in all my schooling, was 7th grade drama.
i had to take the class, and i hated it.
so, the day before i had to perform, i called my mom and played my song for her over the phone.
and i was shaking!
ridiculous, right? i know!
but i was.
so then i made matt go to the church and listen to me play.
i was nervous for him too. but i did it.
i had big hopes that i would be able to hold myself together the next day.
matt and i had joked lots about me messing up.
we joked about me bursting into tears and tripping as i try to run out of the chapel.
it was fun to joke about.
but...
it wasn't funny when i actually choked!
oh, it was awful!
i felt nauseous all sunday morning.
and, when my turn came to play, i was shaking so bad.
i started the song.
and then i stopped.
i regrouped.
and started again.
i was so stressed. my hands could not play. and my eyes couldn't focus on the music.
so i just got up. and walked out of the chapel.
i was absolutely heartbroken.
it was obviously so embarrassing.
but i was also really disappointed in myself.
i knew i could play that song!
but i wrecked it.
and i threw away the 100+ hours of practice i had put into the dang thing.
i nodded at matt for him to follow me out of the chapel, but he had our 2 kids to deal with, so he didn't make it out for a while.
instead, this girl from our ward - that i hardly knew - came out to hug me.
i was so grateful that she followed me out.
i needed that hug.
but i still felt like poo.
we skipped out on the rest of church.
and i spent the rest of the day either in tears or on the verge of tears.
it was a sad sight!
we got 3 plates of cookies delievered that night.
but i hid every time the door bell rang!
the next day we got dinner.
and 3 days later i was invited to a girls night, with 3 girls in the ward (including the one who hugged me).
*our ward is unreal*
at the girls night, one of the girls shared a similar embarrassing story to mine.
she destroyed a piano solo in sacrament meeting too.
and then her bishop made he try again the very next week.
and she messed up that time too!
it was nice to know i wasn't the only loser.
and it felt good to laugh at my unfortunate event.
the next week at church, i had a meeting with my bishop.
i was so nervous that he was going to ask me to try playing again!
he didn't.
instead, he called me to be the relief society pianist.
what?! haha.
he said the relief society president thought i might feel awkward accepting the call..
no kidding!
but i laughed. and accepted.
matt laughed too.
and, after i was sustained, 5 people from our ward came up to me and laughed about it too :)
part of me wishes this all never happened.
i will definitely never make a shallow offer again!
but a bigger part of me is kind of grateful it did.
it has been humiliating, and heartbreaking, and disappointing.
and lots of tears have been shed. like, lots!
but it has also been a major growing experience for me.
i have learned that trials can be a blessing.
and that things don't always go the way you want, but that it's ok.
everyone else will move on.
and i will survive!
other bonuses were the plethora of tasty cookies we got!
and the free meal.
and the wonderful people that i may never have met otherwise.
we have all these new friends that i consider some of the best we have made here in rexburg.
so bring on the embarrassing moments!
one more little detail:
matt and i just got called to team-teach a sunday school class.
so now i get to stress about playing the piano and teaching!
apparently someone wants me to step out of my comfort zone :)
wish me luck.