I love my mom. But we fight. I am just like her: stubborn.
My mother signed me up for violin lessons at age four. The majority of days following that fateful event, she told me to practice, made me practice, and grounded me for not practicing. The thing was though; one can practice for numerous hours in a day, but the next it has to be done all over again. There was never a point where my practicing was enough or finished.