As a former therapist, an auntie to an ever-expanding brood of children, and someone who’s curious about people, I’m always struck by this simple truth: The younger you are when you learn something, the easier it is to do as an adult. Speaking a foreign language. Identifying feelings. Navigating social situations. The earlier you pick something up, the more naturally you can execute it as you grow up.
Now that I’m well into adulthood, there are many things I’m glad I picked up as a kid — a solid work ethic, the ability to talk to strangers. But one thing missing from my repertoire was how to deal with failure.