Less than a week after we stopped, Lewis began begging to resume cello lessons. I wasn’t surprised; neither was I all that surprised by my own eagerness to start up again.
I sensed that in the depth of my giving-up, I’d found a better way of dealing with Lewis, and that he too would change. He knew that if I were going to teach him music, he’d have to become more flexible and open to at least some of my instruction.
When we sat down to our first post-meltdown cello lesson, the change in both of us was amazing. We could work together.
Bumps and rough spots still lay ahead, yet they never derailed us again. Somehow we’d learned to cooperate, and this give-and-take, though it arose out of a discouraging, miserable episode, helped us from then on.