I have a very vivid memory of coming home from school when I was about 8 years old and Mum telling me she had booked me into piano lessons. Well that was the absolute last thing I wanted to do. I wasn’t interested in playing the piano at all! I remember scratching my head and wondering what on earth Mum was thinking.
Luckily for me my mother knew better and every week for the next 9 years I would walk out my front gate down the road to my lesson. Piano was a ‘non-negotiable’ in our house and my beautiful Mum could see the benefits that were invisible to me as a child. Knowing how challenging parenting can be that must have been hard for her though, to keep encouraging and persevering with me as I remember many times kicking up a stink about those boring old piano lessons.
As I reflect back on how AMAZING this journey has been so far and how privileged I now feel to be teaching students how to express themselves musically at the piano and connect with their own story I feel great gratitude that Mum never let me quit.
This poster hung on our kitchen wall for most of my childhood and although there are times to ‘reframe’ or change direction I’m so glad my parents instilled this philosophy in me.
Do you have a similiar story? I would love to hear about your experience.