Once upon a time I had a baby girl. I did all the mum stuff. I combed the lice from her hair, I did PTA, we baked, I read all the classic children’s books, I was a ballet mum, i did homework projects, I made her clear up her own puke after she drank too much vodka and I did hugs, mopped tears, had fun, shouted occasionally, drove her to stations and airports and everything else in between. Nothing out of the ordinary.
And then that baby went off to university and only went and got herself a First. And a proper grown up job.
And you know what? She did good and so did I 