Way back when, when we were all little kids (or as my daughter refers to my youth as, back in the "ice age"), we got the idea that other folks had to love our stunts, the crazy ideas we cooked up, how cute we were, and validate pretty much every move we made and every amazing thought we had. How did this happen? Well, how many times did we hear Good Job!? Every time we heard those words, it validated how great we were. It gave us permission to keep going. To strut our stuff.