Inside, he showed me short videos of my son playing shyly, slowly getting the hang of a few soft chords. “He’s got potential,” the teacher said with genuine pride. “He just needs to believe in himself. Every child learns in their own time.” His words caught me off guard. I had pictured a stern tutor pushing my son too hard, but instead, I met someone gentle and encouraging—someone who focused on joy and growth, not perfection.
Then he told me something personal: he’d once been a quiet, self-conscious kid himself. “Music saved me,” he said quietly. “It helped me express what I couldn’t say. I want to give that same gift to other children.” Suddenly, everything clicked—the patience, the soft tone, the way he built confidence rather than pressure. I realized my son’s tears weren’t from fear, but from wanting so much to do well.
