I open my mouth to respond to the question from my kids’ piano teacher, but my oldest gets there first.
‘I want to learn that last bit of the piece,’ they say.
And they’re off. The piano teacher and student – a conversation I struggle to follow to be honest, I’ve never been able to play the piano. They are talking over my head. I’m not required.
But I consider it. It is terrifying to think of all the conversations my children will have to negotiate their way through without me there, throughout their whole lives.
Here is evidence that it will be OK.
Here is evidence that they can ask for what they need, want, and be heard.
Here is evidence that adults around them also want the best for them.
So I listen. And I allow them to talk.