Why you shouldn't be too sad your child quit piano
When I was growing up I took a year of piano lessons and lacking both skill and disipline to practice, quit after one year of lessons, a recital and a trip to the Dairy Queen for a large butterscotch milk shake. The only thing I can still play is Chopsticks and The Indian Drum Song...on a good day. Because I like music and enjoy listening to talented musicians I've sometimes thought what it would have been like if I had continued on with my piano lessons. But this past week, through direct observation, I've come to a reasoned conclusion that I made the right decision by quitting. (If anything I wish I could play just one complicated song well, like my friend Brian Birdsall who knows but one song and can play Midnight Sonata flawlessly then mumbles something about not wanting to call attention to himself when asked to play a second tune.) I just want to make the observation that there are some incredibly talented pianists who spend their time playing background music in empty lounges. Maybe heaven is applauding...but probably not.