Every time I attend one of my daughter’s dance performances, I see this mom who looks like she’s in a constant state of panic.
She leans forward in the front row watching every step and studying every move.
When the dancers leave the stage, she corners her daughter. I hear her say,
“That was great, but you need to smile more.”
“Next time, kick your leg up a little higher.”
The criticism is all well-meaning. She’s being nice and I can see that all she wants is for her daughter to improve.
I get that.
Her daughter retorts with an “OK mom, OK” and walks off.