I remember it as though it were yesterday. The song was called “Moonlight and Roses.” I hated that piece. I still do!
With tears streaming down my face, try as I might, I was getting nowhere. My mum patiently sat with me, trying to coax me to work through my frustration but to no avail.
Things just went from bad to worse. As my progress on the song deteriorated, frustration turned to anger. “I HATE this song!” “I HATE my music teacher!” “I want to QUIT my music lessons!” “I GIVE UP!” I screamed, red in the face, anger exploding from every fibre of my 8-year-old body.
What happened next was my mum’s worst and finest hour of parenting! In hindsight, she should have [···]