There’s nothing worse than not being able to quit something that you strongly dislike doing. There’s undoubtedly a chasm between quitting things the second you start to dislike them and forcing yourself to finish everything you complete, no matter how miserable it makes you. When I was in 5th grade, I wanted to quit my after-school choir because it was way less fun than choir was in the 4th grade. But my mom made me finish it because I didn’t tell her how over it I was until well into the school year. I’m sure if I had hated it from week one and asked her to quit then, she would’ve let me, but she made me finish, and I appreciate her for that. Every situation is different, and while it’s generally good for parents to train their kids to finish what they started, there must be a limit.