It is to laugh.
We all have/had different parents. Mine reside in the past tense. They considered attending one of their children's concerts/recitals/performances déclassé. As such, expecting expressed accolade was a forlorn hope.
In my case, my mom was pretty down on pursuing anything remotely resembling career ambitions when it came to the arts. Unfortunately, she didn't just discourage. She also had a tendency to actively interfere anytime an involvement in the arts looked like it was straying beyond the hobbyist level.
She meant well I suppose.