First ... I can do one-arm push-ups. In fact, I am pretty brilliant on one-arm push-ups. It's my party piece. Not bad for an old dog, eh?
I would say that about 50% of folk who watch me doing my one-arm push-ups say something like: "But can you do it on your knuckles?" Or "What about the other arm?" Or "How about a dozen one-arm push-ups on the back of a pony, juggling ten coffee cups, twirling hoops around your arms and legs, and balancing a pussy cat on your nose?"
Okay, I admit I have tried the pony thing, and I just can't do it. The pussy cat keeps falling off.
My friends tell me the same thing about their achievements. "It's a nice painting, but have you thought about putting a bird on that tree?" was one comment given to a friend. She was devastated, the painting had taken a long time to do and she was so proud of it.
Another friend got this comment: "I know it was your first attempt and you spent a long time throwing that bowl, and painting it, and firing it, but why didn't you do a saucer, too?"
What about, "The scones are great. You never thought of adding cinammon?"
Oh-oh-oh, here's one: "You're swimming in just your bathing suits throughout a Wellington winter? How long do you stay in the water? An hour? "
Heck, I'm telling you, not many folk stay in the water, in summer, for an hour. In the middle of winter, ten minutes is a challenge.
Praise can so build up a person. If someone takes ages and ages to learn something, please don't dismiss the achievement by asking why they arent doing it at a higher level. It's so traumatic.