Tiger hates his YAMAHA lessons.
We are talking about crying and dragging his feet to the class kinda hate.
Then I get irritated because it's money wasted, time consuming, ungrateful brat, bla, bla, bla...
I get moody too and hence the weekly music nights became Nightmare Wednesdays.
Last month, while I was daydreaming in class, his teacher announced, "We will be having our JMC concert in June and we will be singing the these songs," She wrote the songs down on the board and continued, "One student will be chosen to play the key board"
The sleepy kiasu mom was suddenly awaken, "One student? Play keyboard? Like the alpha male? The leader of the pack?"
I look over at Tiger with my 'semangat face', "Psst, we are going to be the pianist, okay?"
He just blinked at me.
Class after class, I shot him my laser glares. Sing louder. Play properly. Sit up straight. Smile.
Teacher's coming, Teacher, coming, play nicely. Dance la, why you dance like that one?
Looking at him struggle to coordinate his hands and legs, I have concluded that he is
1. Not a musical person
2. He dances like his papa....bwahahaha. (The traitor doesn't read my blog, so I can make fun of him)
His allies, namely papa and grandma were forcing me to quit his class after watching his dramatic defense against evil-music-class-mama. Sorry, no losers allowed in this house. You will learn to be responsible and understand that not all things in life is a bed of roses. Sometimes, you just have to struggle a bit.
So, last night, I held his hands before class and I said, "Tiger, I am not going to scold you today, Just enjoy your class but sing as loud as you can, okay?"
He smiled and agreed.
And he really did enjoy himself last night. Singing, dancing, and laughing with his friends.
After class, we bought some onigiri and he said to me, "Mama, I love ebiko. Thank you"
Did you enjoy the class?
Yes, I like.
Cause mama didn't scold you?
No more kiasu mom for now. Maybe later...