Yesterday was Jillian's last piano lesson at the Wood Dale Park District. She didn't quite finish the Schaum Red Book; I'd guess she's about two-thirds of the way through it. Her teacher assigned her a couple of more pieces in it, but after that, she is on her own. Or, more accurately, we're on our own.
I'll leave this very much to her. Maybe she's want to keep playing familiar pieces from her books. Maybe she'll want to play new things from her books. Maybe she'll want to try out some Alfred's pieces. Or maybe she'll shelve it entirely for the summer, since, after all, she is a kid, just learned how to ride a two-wheeled bike, and is doing swim team for the first time. All these competing demands on a child's time... I wonder if Mozart would have become Mozart if there were Webkinz back in his time?
One thing she did say to me on the way to school yesterday: "Daddy, can we go to a piano concert some time?" So we've got that on our summer docket, too.