They’ve been taking for about two years.
The practicing is difficult. They would rather play with each other, than tickle the ivory keys.
Seven-year-old, Miss. Superstar is a perfectionist. She doesn’t like it when she can’t get it right, right away.
(note, the camera shook a few times, because little, Miss. Spitfire ran over to hug me as I was recording.
She earned a stern look, or too)
We’ve talked a lot about how it’s through making mistakes, and working at it over and over, that we can play something beautifully.
Miss. Superstar and Miss. Spitfire both agree that when they finally accomplish playing a piano piece, they feel a rush of joy. They are proud of themselves.
They’ve both been wanting to stop taking lessons for the last few months. I promised them that if they worked hard for their recital, we would quit.
After the recital, they were so happy with themselves. I told them I thought they did such a good job, and their hard work paid off. Then I asked if they wanted to keep taking, because they’ve done so well.
I am happy to report, that they want to keep going. Phew!
I will, however, let them have the summer off.
I want my girls to own their accomplishments. I don’t want to own their accomplishments because of my blood, sweat and tears. It’s not about me. It’s about them.
I’m not the mom that forces them to do something they don’t want to. I’ll offer incentives, like princess points, if they practice. They will discover natural consequences that come from when they practice, and when they don’t. I’ll encourage, cheer, and pick them up when they’re discouraged. It doesn’t work for everyone, but for my daughters, I like that their internal drive will keep them steady, not me. My job is to be a good coach. I can’t give them a gift of piano playing. I can be there to guide, focus, and love them as they decide to capture a gift.
ps. Miss. Superstar is interested in the guitar, and Miss. Spitfire wants to learn drums next. Whoo boy!