I find myself in a slightly more relaxed phase of motherhood. Both my children are now adults, with one stepping into the job market. It is, of course, not 'all done.' But it feels like the perfect moment to reflect, reassess, and indulge in a little retrospective wisdom.
Years ago, surrounded by high-achieving parents, the bar felt permanently set somewhere between the Olympics and Stockholm. I remember my husband remarking, after reading social media posts about unusually advanced toddlers, that our friends' children would collectively produce the following: an Indian cricketer, an Olympian, a Fields Medal winner, and a Nobel laureate. Such was the perceived talent pool. Or perhaps, the optimism.
