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Essie absolutely loved dancing.
Ever since she was a little kid and she first learned what dancing even was, she knew she wanted to be a dancer. She would ramble about the subject for hours at a time and was always going out of her way to see ballets or learn what the latest dances were.
Ed adored her dancing. Sure, she wasn't particularly good at it, but it made her happy, so it made him happy by extension. He absolutely loved everything she did- The quality of it didn't matter because it was her doing it, and everything she did was automatically perfect to him. She was perfect to him.
Alice, on the other hand, frequently criticized Essie for her poor form, telling her regularly that she could never make a real career out of it with where her skill level was and that she should focus on getting a business job or something along those lines. As much as Essie loved her sister, she didn't necessarily like Alice a lot of the time.
To contrast, when Tony joined the family, he couldn't help but be charmed by all of their quirks, including Essie's poor skill level. It took a bit longer, but this sentiment would eventually extend to Mr. and Mrs. Kirby as well.
Penny and Paul knew their daughter was a terrible dancer but, ultimately, they didn't care that much. They loved her to pieces, of course, but they were always far too focused on their own hobbies to be too concerned about whatever their children had gotten into. As long as Essie was alive and well, they didn't care what she was good or bad at.
Rheba always liked watching Essie dance. The girl sucked, like, really badly, but that hardly mattered. It's not like she was the only unskilled person in that household, after all. Rheba just liked to see the girl silly and excited about stuff, and would often listen to her infodump about it whenever they were in the kitchen together.
Neither Donald nor Mr. De Pinna had strong feelings about her hobby either way, but they did once find each other remarking to one another at a house party that she really ought to work more on her form. Neither of them had any prior dance knowledge, but even they could tell that something wasn't... Right.
Boris, her dance instructor, often grew frustrated with her lack of improvement. He certainly did his best with trying to teach her and a part of him couldn't help but feel like he was wasting his time and that the lessons had been all for nothing. Ultimately, though, remained kind to her about it. He found her excitement charming, and her grandfather paid him well to keep coming around for lessons. Besides, free dinner was something he wasn't just gonna pass up on. He was hardly a genius but he was smarter than that, at least.
Martin was just glad to see his granddaughter happy. Even if she sucked, she enjoyed what she was doing, and he would support that in any way he could until his dying breath- Which he threatened regularly would not come for a long time anyway.