Our piano teacher.
Nah, I’m just kidding. (Well, sort of.)
Don’t get me wrong. She is a lovely lady and a wonderful teacher. But she has no idea the strife she has caused. I can still see the grief-stricken look on Taylor's face when she told me the news.
“She wants me and Emily to play a duet.”
I thought it was a great idea. I could already picture it. My two girls sitting side-by-side playing their hearts out as beautiful music filled our home. But instead of music, here’s what I heard echoing throughout the house:
“You’re not even trying!”
“Me? You’re the one that keeps making mistakes!”
“No – if you’d just play it right ….”
Curt looked at me from across the room. “They sound like a married couple.”
I couldn't argue with that.
Like all couples, Curt and I have had some disputes. And it's always so easy to point out what the other has done wrong.
Neither of us are doing this marriage thing perfectly. But we're supposed to be a team. When we have a disagreement, we need to ask ourselves a difficult question. What part am I playing in this problem?
Because blaming each other just gets us nowhere.
Or even the piano teacher.