So some sad news tonight. As we enter the new year, my son has decided he is no longer continuing with the violin. He is frustrated when things don’t come easily, and he is stubbornly vocal in his dislike when asked to practice. Even when he does practice, and warm up to it because of the appreciation of his music showered upon him (and not a little bit of motherly cajoling), it’s still a headache for everyone.
Friday was the last straw, and when he finally told me what happened during his lesson, I knew the problems weren’t just at home. So I’ll call his music teacher, and the store we rented the violin from, and we’ll get things sorted out before his next Friday lesson.
I’m sad that he wouldn’t commit to it longer, but I’m afraid he started at an awkward time for him. Orchestra starts in our school district in third grade, and I think if he’d waited a bit, he might have enjoyed it a bit more. There’s still a chance that I could get him to try another instrument, but it’s unlikely, even when his sister will likely give it a shot.
Well, he’s had the experience. He can tell his kids that he took violin lessons when he was a kid. I’m sure there’s a positive here, somewhere. I’m just having a hard time seeing it right now.