Nico had his first piano lesson the other day, and he loved it. He’s been practicing every day since then without me prompting him to do so. A couple of times I warn him that if he didn’t’t behave or do XYZ I would take time away from the piano, and that straightened him up quickly. We’ll see how long it lasts.
This is the opposite reaction I had to music lessons. I pitched a fit and whined when my mom told me she signed me up for piano lessons. Despite this, I took piano for over 10 years. I hated practice and I’m not sure I ever practiced more than a song or two that I really and truly enjoyed playing. The rest, forget it. Didn’t care! Performances? Loathed with every fiber of my being. Strange how I remember piano lessons so fondly, and how when I grew up I knew I wanted my children to learn musical instruments. For something I hated so much at the time, it really made an impact on me. Hopefully the boys will feel the same way about music when they grow up, too.