On Friday night, it was still early for the children to finish their homework, less than 7:30. The child said she wanted to go for a walk and listen to stories while walking. It's rare that she can do her homework so quickly, so I have no reason not to agree to take her out for a walk.

I told her in advance that after we walked for half an hour, the first thing we would do when we got home was to practice the piano, and she agreed.

When I got home, it was exactly eight o'clock. I asked her to practice the piano first, but she seemed not to hear her the first time. I told her again and she said she wanted to do a small English exercise. I thought it would be done in three to five minutes, so I agreed to her.

Ten minutes passed. I went to her room and asked her if she had practiced her English well. She said no. I asked her to put it away first and do it later, but she refused to put it away. She put it on the table and continued to write.

I have no choice but to let her continue writing for a while. I asked her to give herself some time, but she hesitated and couldn't speak. If she couldn't speak, let me tell her and give her another five minutes.

However, when I went in five minutes later and asked her if she was done, she still shook her head. I told her to put it away and do it tomorrow, but she still refused.

I didn’t bother to time her anymore, I just asked her to finish it as soon as possible, and I went out to wait again.

This time I waited until 8:50, which was already quite late. I hurried into the child’s room and asked impatiently: “Are you done?”

This guy was already a little sleepy, his eyes were dull and he shook his head.

"Don't do it if you haven't finished it yet. Practice the piano first. You only need to practice it five times!" I said.

They sat there blankly, not moving, not cleaning up, not getting up, and not talking.

"Get up quickly and practice the piano first, do you hear me?" I said it again.

The good guy still made no move.

I couldn't help but tugged her ears and took her away from the stool, saying "Did you hear that?"

As soon as her ears were tugged, I immediately started crying. She cried and rubbed herself against me, as if she wanted to comfort me. I couldn't suppress the anger in my heart, so how could I still have the mood to comfort her?

I pushed her away and said to her: "If you don't practice the piano, I'm really going to beat her up." !” This time she replied: “Didn’t you beat me already?”

Oh my God, she is still reasonable!

"Did we agree before we went for a walk that we would play the piano first when we got home? It's eight o'clock when we get home. Do you know what time it is now? It's nine o'clock. You spent nearly an hour." I shouted.

This time she had nothing to say and moved her body. I asked: "What do you want to do?"

"Go to the toilet." I replied.

After coming out of the toilet, he still looked at me blankly. I urged him again, "What are you looking at? Go play the piano quickly!"

Then I went to play the piano in frustration.

Saturday is a day when everyone wants to relax. We get up late and have breakfast late. It was almost 9:50 in the morning when she finally finished breakfast.

Before dinner, I told her, "I have no other requirements for you this morning. I just need to make up for the piano practice tasks that you missed a few days ago and do your calligraphy homework. Do you understand?"

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She said: "Yeah, I got it."

At about 9:50, she put the bowl away, and I said: "Shall we go play the piano now?" She replied to me: "I just ate it. What a delicious meal." Then he picked up an extracurricular book and looked at it.

"Okay, then I'll let you rest for five minutes." I said helplessly.

When the time came and the alarm clock came to mind, I reminded her not to move. I put the alarm on my cell phone next to her ear, but it still didn’t move. I had no choice but to half pull and half drag her to the piano.

"Play it quickly!" I said.

"Mom, can't you do your calligraphy homework first?" she asked.

"No!" I said firmly, knowing that if I agreed to her request, this morning's practice plan would definitely come to nothing.

"Why not?" She refused.

"There's no reason, I just can't." I wasn't in the mood to talk too much nonsense to her.

"Why do I feel that practicing piano is more important than my studies in your eyes?" What she said hit the point.

"Of course, how much does it cost you to learn piano for a year? How much time do you spend studying for a year? How much time do you spend studying for a week? How much time do you spend practicing piano for a week?" I also found out. My reasoning.

She was speechless and started to walk out.

Ask her why she is going? It’s the toilet again!

I faint! Why the hell am I doing this? You want to force her to practice piano like this!

I think back then, she was clamoring to learn the piano herself. I was also worried that she just signed up for 12 lessons on a whim and didn't buy her a piano.

After 12 classes, it happened to be summer vacation, so she went back to her hometown to stay for a while.

After the summer vacation, she came back, and I didn't mention letting her learn piano again. It was she who brought it up herself and continued to learn piano! From the beginning, I never forced her to learn. How come her piano practice has developed like this now?

As parents, we don’t understand the piano at all. When I first asked her to learn piano, I just hoped that she would be better than the generation of our parents and not be blind when it comes to music.

However, now I regret more and more that I let her learn piano too easily.

The piano teacher said that learning the piano is relatively lonely. It’s true. People learn and practice dancing and painting together. Seven or eight children take each dance exam together. Institutions or schools occasionally have opportunities to perform on stage. As for painting, although I haven’t passed the exam yet, I can see my own work after every class, and the work itself can give people a sense of accomplishment.

But what about the piano? It’s something that takes time to practice every day, but it’s also something that doesn’t yield any results. If you practice well, your parents will not understand you and encourage you, but if you practice poorly or have bad posture, you will be scolded. I went to take the exam once, but I failed. A little girl was doing it under the noses of three teachers. The faint of heart would be scared to death, let alone play the piano well!

Suggestions

Some time ago, a friend told me that her child also wanted to learn piano and asked me for the contact information of the piano teacher who wanted to teach my daughter. I recommended the teacher’s WeChat to her, and then repeatedly advised her to consider it carefully.

I cannot use my own children as a standard to measure other people’s children, so I can only advise her to be cautious.

If there are parents who really want their children to learn piano, as a person who has experienced it, I suggest that you wait until your child is in third grade before considering teaching it to your child!

After the third grade, children’s academic performance and learning attitude are basically stable. If the child is very worry-free for the parents in all aspects, and the child really wants to learn, then if the child learns the piano at this time, the child will learn well, and the parents will also be relieved! Of course, if you have great confidence in your own child, you don’t need to refer to other people’s opinions.