Teaching my daughter a lesson

No, I don't mean the  "See, what did I tell you?" or the  I'm-your-mom-so-I-know-better variety. I mean the really good kind, the invaluable life lesson that helps your kid grow... I just got an email from my daughter's 4th grade teacher, telling me how in recent months my girl has blossomed from a "quiet, behind the scenes" student to one who always raises her hands, is jazzed to share her thoughts and opinions, dares to be different, and is brimming with confidence. Wait, there's more! This coming of age coincides with a big surge academically, including one of the highest scores on last weeks math test (please, let me gloat a little), mainly because she's asking more questions, pushing herself harder when she doesn't understand something--you get the picture. So after passing the happy news to her dad, I sat back, reflected a moment, and gave myself a little pat on the back. At my worst I can be a tiger mom, holding her to exacting standards, scolding her for sloppy or lazy thinking, making her play that piano etude 5 times until she gets it right. And I've lectured her over and over on the value and rewards of hard work and not backing off—to the point of overkill, I'm sure. But now my girl is blossoming, and what a joy to behold. Sigh. Guess I may have been doing things pretty much just right. Like many moms, I was being too hard not on my daughter, but myself.