I used to be a good Dad, but recently I got an illness that makes me very hair-triggered. I can no longer remain calm with my son, when he practices, and his goofing around and failure to focus just sets me off in a few seconds, and then I can't help myself any more, and he ends up crying.
I addressed this with his teacher, and she said I don't have to practice with him any more. He, at age 8, can now be responsible for himself. So I run away at practice time, because it hurts me too much to hear him messing around, and never progressing.
Should I have faith? Will he come around, and start working? Or should we dump the lessons, because they are now a waste of time? My shrink says to make no long term decisions right now, until my meds have got me stabilized. But I can't help it. These things burn me up inside. Music is my passion, and I wish my son would take it as seriously as I and my daughter, do.
I addressed this with his teacher, and she said I don't have to practice with him any more. He, at age 8, can now be responsible for himself. So I run away at practice time, because it hurts me too much to hear him messing around, and never progressing.
Should I have faith? Will he come around, and start working? Or should we dump the lessons, because they are now a waste of time? My shrink says to make no long term decisions right now, until my meds have got me stabilized. But I can't help it. These things burn me up inside. Music is my passion, and I wish my son would take it as seriously as I and my daughter, do.