The tears began to flow. Not the big gloppy kind rather whiney I don’t want to do this kind.
My heart aches to just give in. Let him stop and say its not worth it. He hates hard work and I hate forcing him to do it.
But then I lean into the why, the value this is teaching him. The why means so much more than playing piano at all. . . . Steadfastness in difficulty. This is a safe place to practice. This whine is an opportunity to train him. Because there will be moments where the pressure will be great and he will need those roots.