We were simply working on a piano lesson. I didn’t anticipate crumbling her perspective on life, the world, and the ability to “know” truth.
But that’s what happened.
As a young music student, I learned the same lesson in music theory: a B sharp is the same exact note as a C on the piano.
Now, this was cool to me. I thought I was “in the know” and had some incredible, deep music knowledge that only the truly initiated can possess. It was a sort of all-access pass to conversations with musicians who actually knew far more than I ever will.
That’s not what this felt like for my daughter.
I told her, “See that’s a B sharp, so you actually just play this C. See it’s the same thing. See how cool that is?”
She did not see.
She accused me of rocking her world. Everything she ever thought about life…
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