My 17-year-old daughter spent three days cooking for 23 people for my mother’s 67th birthday. Ten minutes before the party, Dad texted, “We decided to celebrate at a restaurant instead. Adults only.”

lessons, recitals, and glittering costumes.

When I requested a weekend handicraft course, possibly leatherworking, they claimed there wasn’t money.

Besides, what would I ever do with it?

Years later, I turned those skills into a business.

Today, I own a small, successful company producing custom handmade home goods.

My husband works with wood.

Together, we earn a comfortable living through honest work.

Yet my parents still describe it as a nice little side project.

Meanwhile, my sister has degrees in literature and dance but almost no career stability.

She’s still