Double-edged sword IMO. I was mandated to a half hour of piano practice early on, and I came to dread it. But in my experience that was less having to do with b

Double-edged sword IMO. I was mandated to a half hour of piano practice early on, and I came to dread it. But in my experience that was less having to do with being pushed to practice, and more I loathed my parents overhearing my piano playing and thinking they'd come down and criticize me for not trying hard enough. This was an uncommon occurrence, but it occurred enough to plant the seeds of anxiety in my mind. The nature of pushing needs to be considered in the sense of the overall parent-child relationship, and not just being handed a Mikrokosmos and an egg timer. If my parents were more proud of my ability to push forward and took interest in the piano and my playing beyond just performing good at recitals, I probably would have grown up to truly enjoy performing music. Today I'm left with a bit of a bad taste in my mouth that would require conceited effort to overcome. So I guess my parents weren't "lazy" in your terms but a bit too strict for me to conclude I would be "good at music" that early.