The day arrived when I could no longer tolerate cello lessons in which Lewis pushed away all my advice and teaching. I knew he couldn’t help it; I knew he had to learn independently. Yet this left me wondering just what my role was.
After five years of trying to figure it out, I finally gave up. I’d tried everything: total hands-off; observation-and-questions; sneak in information where and when I could; and teaching by stealth. The latter was mostly in watching for opportunities to bail him out of the tight spots he inevitably worked his way into. Nothing helped.