I always loved dancing, but my family insisted I get a “real job.” So, I became an accountant, though it never made me happy. One evening, after another long day, I found a job listing for a children’s dance teacher. Encouraged by my husband, Tom, I applied and soon got an interview. A few days later, I was thrilled to be hired.

At a family dinner, I excitedly announced my new job. My sister, Amy, was supportive, but my mother-in-law, Diane, was skeptical. A few days later, a package arrived from Diane. Inside was an old, worn-out ballet costume with a note: “Congrats on your new hobby.” Hurt and angry, I decided to prove Diane wrong.

Weeks later, I invited Diane to the dance studio’s performance. As the recital began, the kids danced beautifully, and I felt immense pride. After the final group, I took the stage to thank everyone. “I also want to give a special thank you to my mother-in-law, Diane. She sent a very generous gift that inspired today’s costumes.” Diane looked pale and uncomfortable as the audience murmured.

After the performance, Tom asked about my speech. I explained Diane’s mocking gift and my need to stand up for myself. Tom understood, though he wished it hadn’t come to that.

That night, I felt a mix of satisfaction and relief. Diane became more distant, but I focused on my new role at the dance studio. I had found my calling, and nothing would take that away from me.