I think maybe you do too much I'm afraid.
My mother was not one bit involved in my schooling. I remember applying to Oxford completely off my own bat. I got an interview and went shopping for my own interview clothes, completely on my own. I remember I was planning to get a coach there, and on the morning of the interview (which ran over three days), I was feeling a bit nervous and said I wasn't sure if I wanted to go and asked Mum if she would drive me (about an hour's drive away). She said no, and that if I didn't want to go that was up to me!
I did go, and I got in. Absolutely hated the first term, but it didn't even occur to me to drop out. I knew no one was there to catch me and I had to make the best of it. And I did and things got much better, and I found my own career path and made my own way in the World, entirely on my own. I HATED my job (extremely stressful and very long hours) but it wouldn't even have occurred to me to quit - I knew I had to depend on me and only me. I stuck it out, and 20 years on I have a successful career and make a lot of money (and hate my job marginally less
).
DM is lovely by the way (maybe doesn't sound it, but is!) but my whole life I have been expected to just crack on myself. And I look back and feel sort of shocked at how little support I had, and think how different I would be with my DD; but then I think, if I had felt like there was a very big safety net underneath me, maybe I would have dropped out of Oxford, and dropped out of my career. And maybe, actually, she did me a favour.