That word can do one of two things at our house.
Send the kids running to show you their newest skill.....
Send the kids into a whiny, blubbery, mess on the floor.
Mostly, it's the second one.
I know piano is hard. I get it. We talk about how it's going to be hard every day, but soon that one song, the song they hate the most, will be easy and fun to play.
It promotes such extreme emotions. For example, this morning Beckham was extremely upset about a certain song, I walked over to help him, he all but cursed my name. He whined. I left. He worked it out on his own....crying most of the time. Did a great job.....crying most of the time, and then the second he hit the last note signifying the end of his practicing and he turned to me and cheerfully said," I'm done! Now I can go jump! You know you are the BEST mom!"
I can't take this bi-polar behavior every. single. morning. It's exhausting.