I’m gonna rock the boat here. If I wasn’t forced to practice and continue lessons many (actually, most) years of my childhood, I would not be a musician today. I never liked it growing up. I had spurts of satisfaction, but overall I would rather have been playing baseball after school like the rest of the guys (oddly none of whom are pro baseball players, by the way). But, my mom saw God-given potential in me and recognized it, then encouraged me. When I didn’t want to, she forced me.
A couple years ago I presented her with a framed picture for Mother’s Day. It was a picture of me smiling with a mandolin around my neck, mid-song on the Grand Ole Opry stage. The note said: Dear Mom, thanks for not letting me quit. I love you.
There is a wrong way to do it, yes. If they don’t have talent or cannot progress, stop forcing them. If it’s destroying your relationship, you’re doing it wrong to begin with. But if you think your kid is never gonna want to quit taking lessons? Ha. That’s one in a million.