My mother was a wannabe pianist. She worked so hard at it. She took lessons as an adult and practiced diligently. She even had quite a few beginner students of her own over the years. Because she loved the piano and desired to achieve a high level of accomplishment, even vicariously, she made sure that each of her five children took lessons. Out of all the siblings, my sister by far met and exceeded our mom’s expectations, and she has used her keyboard skills quite frequently. Me? Not so much. I didn’t like to practice, and I quit when I was an young teenager, much to the consternation of my teacher/mother. Yes, I have deeply regretted that decision throughout my life. Ever since I was a sma