As we grow up, even in our most rebellious stages, each of us secretly wants the approval of our parents. There is something reassuring about knowing that those authority figures are proud or at least not ashamed of us.
At some point as our children become adults, I now realize the roles sometimes reverse. I want my children’s approval just as much as I may have at a younger age wanted my parents’ approval.
I am somewhat taken aback when they are critical, justifiably or not. It shakes my confidence in myself.
Maybe this is a sign of low self-esteem, the fact that I need the approval of others of any age and cannot simply believe in myself. Or maybe it’s just human nature. Who is really to say?