I took my son to the dentist for his six-month cleaning recently and he had a new hygienist. She was very good with my son, who is still fairly uncomfortable with the whole process. He had to have x-rays and she explained everything to him and got the first picture.

I was facing her, well behind my son, as I had to be out of range of the x-ray machine. As she was taking the x-ray plate away from my son, telling him they’d gotten the first picture and only had one left to get, she was staring at me. She seemed to be trying to tell me something.

I’m usually pretty good with non-verbal communication, but I had no idea what this woman was trying to communicate with her eyes, above her mask. I started wondering…

  • Does she think I should be encouraging him more?
  • Is she pointing out how smoothly she got that to go?
  • Am I supposed to be saying something to him?
  • What does she want?

She got the x-ray of the other side of my son’s mouth and put away the x-ray machine, inviting me back into the area to sit facing my son.

A couple more times she looked meaningfully at me and I still had no idea what she wanted.

Then it hit me—I wanted her approval.

I realized how much energy I was spending trying to figure out “the right thing” to do or say.

Normally, when my son, who is 11 now and very articulate, is interacting with a professional like this, I try to stay out of it. He and I talk ahead of time about what’s going to happen and what questions he might have.

On this day, because I was trying to gain this woman’s approval, I started interjecting, thinking that was what the hygienist wanted me to do. (Maybe? Who knows?) At one point I said to my son, “Strong work!”

Then I thought, Strong work? He’s not performing surgery, he’s sitting in a chair, biting down on a piece of plastic.

As soon as I realized what I was doing, I was able to detach and stop acting like an idiot trying to gain the hygienist’s approval.

Because while I was trying to figure out what she wanted from me, I was no longer present with my son. He’s historically had a difficult time at the dentist and I wanted to be focused on him—how he was handling the whole procedure and what he needed from me, if anything. (He did fine!)

That trip to the dentist was an interesting exercise in awareness. It made me wonder how often I seek other people’s approval without any conscious awareness that’s what I’m doing.

Since then, I’ve noticed—I do it all the time!


Once I realize I’m doing it, I can usually relax. How about you?