To order recital from memory of what is not understood, is to make parrots. ~Eduardo Galeano
I am a degreed Engineer, specifically an Electrical Engineer. None of my children opted to follow my professional footsteps. To some parents, that makes me a failure. But that is the mindset of people preferring to raise parrots, not independent human beings with the ability to think critically.
It is not a parent’s job to mold little ones in their image creating a race of mini-mes. I had a friend in university who also ‘chose’ Engineering school. Not because they were enamored with numbers and physics and how things worked but because he was forced into by his parental units. He was miserable and, I extrapolate, still probably is.
The parent, like the sculptor, should see their child as trapped in a concrete block and work to chip away at anything hindering them becoming their unique selves no matter what face the unique self grows to be. It is a releasing process coaxing the soul to manifest as the creator designed. It is a fledging experience allowing the internal feathers to emerge and the bird to choose the path fitting its nature. Anything less is child abuse.