On watching one's children grow up

I went to my daughters' piano recital the other day. Our beginner played that piece by Handel that's now more associated with grandfather clocks than with the composer of the Messiah and did wonderfully well as a first time performer. Our oldest played a couple of pieces beautifully and I was struck by the experience of watching my child do something better than I can. Around about adolescence, one's children begin to develop talents that go beyond what their parents can do, and it is awe-inspiring to see them grown into accomplished, dedicated individuals.