Our recent hurdle is one of competing interests and escalating difficulty. Claire has been taking piano for four years now and, truth be told, is pretty darn good at it. But she has a lot of things going on. We push her. We’re demanding parents. French immersion at school, extra curricular sports, and piano lessons to boot. And the piano is getting tough. I used to be able to fake it, but now I’m just standing there bewildered trying to remember what she learned last year. This, obviously, blossoms into some interesting practice sessions in our house, more and more of which end in tears. We’re practicing our parenting skills, but our feet are to the fire it seems. Some day she’ll thank us, right?