Jennifer Wilson, writing in Esquire. Bravo.
My kids have great egos. Their dad and I tell them when they're rocking it, and we tell them when they screw up. We hug them either way.
But when they are beyond the boundaries of our loving home, most people won't consider them the perfect little starfish that we do. And they have to know how to deal with that. How to prove their worth. In swimming, that means they'll do so by not sucking.
So no, I'm not scared of the old-school coach and his vigorous saliva spray of enthusiasm. But you know what I am scared of? I'm scared of kids who have the crap pampered out of them. Who think every single thing they do is precious and correct.