So....I don't really know how to start this one - it's really tricky. I grew up in a working class family in Wales. We had our own lovely house, money for everything we needed, foreign holidays, a couple of UK breaks every year. Basically wanted for nothing. I went to uni, moved to London at 23 and have been here every since. My husband and I do well for ourselves - not rolling in it like some of our friends with their massive detached houses - but we own our own 3 bed home in a great area in the suburbs, have two kids who, like me as a child, also want for nothing. I think every parent's wish is that their kids grow up and do well for themselves (and perhaps do a little bit better than they did). But I can't help but feel like my mum especially thinks that we're a bit too high and mighty. The reason for this? We have a cleaner, I ship out my ironing, my son plays tennis, I sometimes buy myself clothes in higher end high street shops (but not exclusively - I'm happy to pick up some bits in Sainsbury's and George at Asda too). We have bought nice furniture in some independent shops, we shop at Waitrose (but also Lidl and Tesco) and my friends are lawyers, doctors, accountants, teachers and architects (ie they're the typical parent at the kids local primary school - they're not privately educated). I think buying a fresh turkey at Christmas was probably the final straw. I really hate the idea that they think I'm the snob who doesn't think their ways are good enough for me. That's absolutely not the case. But our lives are very different - I buy help in cleaners and ironing ladies because we are so busy and with no family around to help us, I want to make sure that the free time I have is spent with the kids. We have a holiday booked in Cyprus this year - first time ever we have booked a 5 star B & B - and my mum's first thing to say was - "what's wrong with a TUI all inclusive?" And the answer is..."nothing" of course if you're happy to spend two weeks lying around a pool drinking crap slushy cocktails and eating a buffet that's been mauled by a million people. Not saying we wouldn't do that sort of holiday again but we like the freedom to eat out etc. I feel really guilty that I might be making them feel as though everything they did for me, and my fantastic childhood isn't good enough for my own kids. And the truth is - it absolutely is. My way is different but not better - and I don't know how to make that clear to her. Of course you may all agree with her in which case I'll prepare myself for the comments to come :-)