I learnt piano when I was a kid. I remembered it was a hard thing to do especially when I just start to learn a new piece. Reading the notes is exactly the same as reading a book.
Furthermore , with a piano I need to use almost all my senses to play the piece ; my fingers/hands, my eyes, my ears and sometimes my feet.
It was a stressful experience, sometimes I felt like I want to hide inside my room when I heard the sound of my piano teacher’s car just outside the house.
I did not complete my piano, and my parent’s was not really there to motivate me to conquer the piano lesson. I did not blame them for that, the situation was tough at that time that did not allow them to have enough opportunity to be with us at home. Both of them were working.
Now, this memory of my piano lesson came back to life, when I Sit next to my daughter and play the piece together. I know how hard this could be …. and what a child need more in order to overcome their fear ….
So … don’t give up miza …. I am here just right beside you ….