See feminism visibility of women thread though.. women don't say enough how good they are. We need a million Xenias, not fewer and a heap more people who know when to use less and when to use fewer.
I only said where daughter 1 had gone to university when someone really pressed. I think that is getting a bit close to home - she left 5 years ago. I am not sure I've said about the others. I try to respect their privacy as I would hope we all do for each other.
if you want to a mumsnet event or drinks and met someone you would presumably not come back on here and say XYZ is named ABC in real life. I think the same should apply even if people join dots.
I can't remember how that starting salary came out but I don't have a fixed process that I want all the children to go through and become ABC and earn Y. I want them to learn a huge raft of things at school, enjoy the experience including even fields and lakes the schools might have and a range of hobbies, to see things done really well from the choirs to the sport and go forth in life with a range of skills even if they then seek to become buddhist monks or sleep on the roads outside St Paul's.
We borrow our children for a short time. They are only 50% our genes and only 50% of what they are is their environment.
I have been tremedously privileged to have all 5 of the children in my life. They are the best thing I have done and I continue to delight in them every day (it's particularly easy at the moment though as I've no toddlers or teenagers at the moment)...
On Children
Kahlil Gibran
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
(None of my sons work in the media industry)