As a kid my parents ( well let's give credit where it's due-my mother) made sure we were all exposed to as many different lessons as possible. And at the time it seemed excessive, a bit over the top having pretty much every minute of the day programmed after school ( and given that we got around via public transit, quite amazing that we got everything in without the benefit of another car. )What appeared forever elusive was playtime, which as kids felt just plain wrong.
Now that my mom is a grandmother, her tune has changed a bit. I feel like I don't push my kids enough for extracurricular, enhanced programs especially as they get older and it counts more. She reflects that none of us ended up being concert pianists, pro figure skater, ballerina ...but I feel she short changes herself. I look back and realize how fortunate we were to be exposed to so much at a young age, to grow up (semi) cultured as adults.
The bigger lesson I learned was that it is good to learn new things and try, even if you think there's no way to succeed. At least you try and you will often surprise yourself at what you are capable of. That is the best lesson of my childhood, courtesy of my parents and most directly-my mother.