What I’ve learned from my adult students is that the bruises they suffered in their education as children and young adults interfere with their learning to play the piano much more than any problems of an aging mind or body. What I’ve learned to do for my students who are children is to try to do no harm.
I don’t mean that sweet, goody-goody stuff that says everything’s all right when it’s not. I hate that. It’s dishonest and without integrity. It’s wrong.
I’m talking about making corrections with compassion. Letting students know it’s hard being corrected, especially when they think they’re right. Letting them know that I know being wrong can be embarrassing and humiliating. Letting them know it’s all right to be angry and hurt. Even letting them know I won’t be angry with them for being angry with me.
I enjoy my adult students very much, but I’m struck by their cautiousness, carefulness, desire to be perfect, and their utter lack of charity towards themselves. You wouldn’t believe how difficult it is to get adult students to be pleased with their work.
Where’s that insatiable curiosity of infancy? Where’s the eagerness for adventure? Where’s the willingness to try new things? Where’s the little kid who’s willing to fall down over and over again in his desire to learn to walk? For virtually all my adult students, and myself, somehow this has been knocked out of us.







