Nudges and Pushes

Anu is still not in complete rhythm with her music class and I'm resisting the urge to say to hell with it and give it up myself. It starts with her reluctance to come out of bed and proceeds to showcasing various ailments that have suddenly appeared - itching, pain in the hands, legs etc. I don't budge and she says mothers are supposed to understand their children's problems. I say I do but mothers can also see a bit of future through their own past and she shouts that I'm the worst mother in the world. I think of Parth, the 13-year old who used to learn flute when I was learning music in 2006(my third unsuccessful attempt). He had said that he hated his mother when she pushed him young into music because that was the last thing he wanted to do then. But he was now glad that she did it despite his heavy protests. Then I think of V who reminisced how I used to mercilessly dump library books on her in High School(now grateful for it, of course). So I just hold my tongue and push ourselves out.

But once on the road, things definitely get better. We discuss neutral things like dialects and sing as we walk along. We are five minutes late in reaching the class but I think it was a good bargain in the end. And hopefully, tomorrow's classes will be easier.