... I'm done. My next generation has finally decided to get serious about bass. After doing the school orchestra thing for a year and resisting dad's gentle encouragement about all his basses for a couple years, her mind snapped a few days ago and has decided to join jazz band in school. And has been *GASP* practicing for a few hours a day the last few days! Even had a fellow coworker at her job (another teen bassist) recommend 5 string for more variety in playing (never mind dad has had the same bad idea for all these years). Naturally, now she wanted her own bass instead of using good ol' dad's basses (although she did swipe one of my amps to her room). Guess it's time to learn to roadie for her.
So, you are done playing, because she has surpassed you. And now you’re retiring to be her roadie. Sweet.
Continue to nurture the master plan! She will become an accomplished bassist. She will become a much desired session player. Then she will start playing major gigs with famous musicians, such as the girl Jeff Beck chose for recordings and live shows. You can search Jeff Beck for videos of the girl I am referencing. Then, the master plan is complete! You will not have to be a roadie and you can retire very comfortably when your daughter shares her good fortune with you. After all, you were the inspiration for her profession as a working musician. Keep your fingers crossed.
Mine did back in the late 1990's. She really liked my '84 Jackson Concert Bass. I didn't retire from playing until 2012.
Suddenly really grateful both my daughters are into dance. This is why some men just walk away from their lives and become hobos. You are now roadie, band van driver, guitar tech, manager, voice coach, life coach, psychiatrist, hairstylist, referee and at some point you'll be expected to go out and buy a huge load of chocolate and tampons (actually I do that now)!!
Congrats! Wish I was that lucky, instead it was a horse. But to be fair I didn't pick up a bass until a couple of decades later.
Well I don't quite have a kid yet, but I intend to make it easy for the near future progeny to get into music. Between me, wife the flautist (she doesn't love that, prefers flutist, but she's not on TB), my brother the jazz pianist, my father in law the jazz guitarist, brother in law another bassist, sister in law singer songwriter... Kid will likely have no interest at all. So it goes.
I still remember seeing her at the first Bass Player Live in NYC (2007?!) walking through exhibit halls with her Sadowsky, dragging it behind her like a tired dog on a leash...
Even if she avoids your advice today, one day when she's all grown up she's going to say "My dad got me into playing the bass." That'll be a good day.