Pete is terrible about practicing her piano. If my parents ever wished that I would have a kid as difficult as me about practicing, they got their wish. After 3 weeks in a row of her just practicing 1 day each week, Husbadguy and I told her that if she didn't shape up, she was going to have to take lessons from me. Mostly I told her that, actually. Then she and I talked some more because she doesn't want to stop taking lessons from a real teacher and I don't really want to have to teach her (we don't always work well together), and we decided that she can have the month of October to prove to us that we're not wasting our money and that she's serious about learning. I asked her if she would let me be in charge of her practicing, and she shook her head no and I shook my head yes and she changed her shaking to agree with mine. Now I'm in charge of her practicing, and it's not as bad as I think she thought it would be.
So far so good, but we've got most of the month left to go...
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I seem to remember someone sitting with you while you practiced on more than one occassion. And I believed that someone enjoyed it.
If I was like Pete, it wasn't me doing the enjoying!
Good luck with this! I remember lessons and practicing... Or, rather, not practicing...
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