Our third teacher was a soft-spoken jazz guy named Richard, with wide hips. He said he had a two-year-old daughter. At our first meeting, he gave Sophia and me a big lecture about the importance of living in the moment and playing for oneself. … Richard said there were no rules in music, only what felt right, and no one had the right to judge you, and the piano world had been destroyed by commercialism and cut-throat competition. Poor guy – I guess he just didn’t have what it took. … As the eldest daughter of Chinese immigrants, I don’t have time to improvise or make up my own rules. I have a family name to uphold, aging parents to make proud. I like clear goals, and clear ways of measuring success.
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No Holds Barred Parenting: Part Two
Posted on December 29, 2011
No Holds Barred Parenting
Posted on December 8, 2011
Amy Chua’s book on Chinese parenting “Battle Hymn of The Tiger Mother” is polemic, but unflinching look at one woman’s model of parenting.
