Our job is to recognize what type of parent we are dealing with. There is no wrong in any of these. We must understand that there are different types of people in this world. We are not here to change anyone. We are here as guidance to help people find their TRUE path, both parents and kids. Sometimes people fall in the wrong path. We can help them find the right one. Then we must help them set up proper expectations and set up the proper path.
The biggest challenge we have is that these parents many times are misguided by personal agendas of some clubs or coaches. Because the club or coach does not want to lose a player (winning or financial interest) they offer misguided information. Many coaches who have not made it are jaded. They are the University professor who has not made it in the real world, he has failed a few times and decided to quit being out there in the real world, and now is a teacher, preaching his negative points of view to the students, creating a bad mental conditioning by using limiting beliefs and killing hope and imagination.
We are here to create hope and imagination! We are here to teach that you can do more, to get rid of limiting beliefs. Dream, and dream big. If you do not succeed, it is ok. You are not a loser. It’s an experience. Enjoy it. Find pleasure in giving all you have.
My favorite poem and what I read before starting my day each day:
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!