TBH I'm more glad I didn't take some of my family's advice.
At junior school the headmaster told my parents I had 'great potential and could go right to the top'. It's not really an exaggeration to say that that statement dogged me for years and caused a lot of problems in terms of what was expected of me. I'm intelligent, but not some kind of genius - but because of what had been said about me at the age of about 7, I was always expected to become some sort of ultra-high-flying career woman or lofty academic, which was never what I actually wanted for myself. (I'm not a natural leader and I value job satisfaction/quality of life way above a high-flying career.)
Meanwhile my dad’s career had been cut short by an accident, and my grandma had a lot of ideas about social status and high-flying careers, so I think my dad ended up feeling he’d let her down. That ambition all got transferred on to my shoulders and it felt very weighty at times.
At various times it was mooted that I try to do the scholarship for a local fee-paying secondary school, and that I try for Oxbridge entrance. Neither of those things panned out and I'm eternally grateful that my parents didn't push me into them.
I'm going to come off as guilty of inverted snobbery here, but I don't care. For a long time I was socially very unhappy at the university I chose, and this was largely a class thing. My background is working class, and I grew up in a working-class town. A combination of my class background and my personality meant that some people (note I said some) of a class background higher than my own treated me very snobbishly at uni and just didn't 'get' me. I was basically treated like I kept coal in the bath by some people, and only really felt at home there (at a uni in my home county, ironically!) once I'd built a friend circle consisting of people from the same part of the country/a similar class background.
Rightly or wrongly I believe there's a possibility that going the private school/Oxbridge route would have exposed me to even more class snobbery and feeling of not fitting in.
The other element of this is that I was never actually as academic as I was made out to be. I embarked on an MPhil programme at one point, with possible transfer to PhD, and had to give it up before I'd even reached MPhil stage because I couldn't do the work. My dad had assumed I'd manage this 'without any trouble', and didn't quite manage to hide his disappointment, which made me feel guilty all over again.
My dad is sadly no longer with us, but I do often find myself wishing he'd either understood me better, or I'd been able to be more the kind of daughter that he wanted. I know he loved me very much, but I don't think he ever managed to shed certain expectations for me (until I got married - when, to my astonishment, everything turned on its head and my parents seemed to assume I didn't have to work unless I chose to. At which point I started to be castigated for saying I did have to work, but that's another story entirely.)
I ended up freelancing in a creative field without conventional 'status' or massive earnings but with very high job satisfaction, and have been way happier that way than I ever would have been in some high-flying professional or academic niche which is just not me.
I guess what I'm saying is that 'hothousing' a child isn't always in the child's best interests.