When is enough enough? When are you old enough to keep scores at athletic games and learn there’s a winner and a loser? When is it time to tell someone that your “skills” are really subpar? I have been contemplating this and thought of making a chart and labeling it “The Dangerous Bellcurve, When Coddling Becomes Harmful”. I am starting to realize that the coddling might even lead to reality TV embarrassment. Here we go…
Growing up I was always a good listener, focused, serious, and regimented in my dance classes. I got most my training in ballet, and as everyone knows, ballet is an extremely strict environment, with no room for coddling beginning at age 5? 6? I don’t know, but whatever it was, I was never babied. I remember finding it torturous at age 9. I was in class with kids my sister’s age (13), and I deserved to be in that class. I knew it was because I tried hard, persevered, and wanted to be the best. Even though I was younger, my teachers never cut me any slack and made my life 10x harder to prove to the other girls that I deserved to be there. That made me 10x stronger and more likely to succeed in future auditions and the like. Maybe it wasn’t the nicest thing that’s happened to me, and I was often distraught, but did I benefit in the end from being pushed rather than coddled and told that I was wonderful? I had a lot of work to do and still do, so yes, definitely.
I’ve discovered delusions from coddling are long-lasting. After my regimented childhood in ballet, surrounded by people at my level and higher, I figured everyone that thought they were
“good” really were by college. During rush, I met many “Dancers”. What is a dancer? Is a dancer someone who enjoys dancing, is forced to for musical theater, can strut around pretending they know what’s going on? Are there really THAT many dancers in the Greek world that I just never considered? I was completely perplexed at the amount of dancers I ran across, and I started to become curious. I spent my freshman year sidelined by a torn meniscus, but returned to dance auditions for the college company my sophomore year. I was nervous but had spent my summer getting back in shape for this moment.
Well, that was an interesting experience. The auditions were something out of So You Think You Can Dance…. like the bad ones. I am not saying that everyone there was awful, far from it, but there were a handful of people who were pretty embarrassingly dreadful. Then I realized something. Someone somewhere told them they were good at dancing and had been lying to them! They had been coddled for their entire lives to think that they’re something and lived in a bubble of delusions… well, until they got cut and crushed from this audition.
So now, I understand why people on reality shows go on there- they think they’re good because people lie to them and tell them they are! They don’t keep score at games because “Everyone Wins”, but one day the kid tries out for a team and is crushed and it’s the end of the world because people have been lying to him for years! It’s not doing anyone justice to lie about someone’s abilities, because one day they’ll be crushed, and think of it as letting them down easy or doing a favor to say hey, you’re not that perfect so that they’re not embarrassing themselves on national TV someday. Not everyone is good at everything and everyone is not a winner. A bit cynical, but sometimes honesty is just better in the long-run.
