Sitting on my park bench I was enjoying the sunshine and fresh air when I noticed that a mother and two young daughters, carrying baseball equipment, entered the empty baseball field.
Soon mom was putting her daughters through throwing, hitting, catching and pitching practice. It was intense. One daughter even broke down in tears. "Don't be such a crybaby," I heard the mom exclaim.
While the older daughter wiped her tears the younger daughter was on the pitching mound, throwing pitch after pitch to her mother. "When can we quit," the young pitcher asked. "When you get it right," her mother replied. The mother's response resulted in wild and wayward pitches and the practice ended with a frustrated mother and two angry daughters.
Parents who demand perfection get bitter children who often grow up to become anxious insecure adults.
Tim
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
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