This past week, I have had my little sister round to stay for the half term. Hillary is growing up rapidly! One of the striking things about her aside from her ever extending limbs is her intelligence. She ain't no fool. She's also blossoming into a rather pretty young woman. We went for a walk at the park and we were catching up like sisters do. I asked her about How school was going, She asked me about Ethan. All normal until she let it slip that she was feeling the immense pressure from my dad's wish for one of his children to become a Doctor like himself. Because I couldn't manage it, It is up to her to do so even though She had always wanted to be a Barrister. That conversation left me on edge.
For a start, I didn't want her having that placed upon her and more so I resent being viewed as a failure. It's funny how parental approval can seem so strong on one hand especially to someone like me who suffers from good girl syndrome. I'm so happy that I was able to build the life that I wanted and that I suppose is all I want for my children.
I want them to be happy with their life choices. If they choose to pursue Academia or not, whether they want fame or not. Whatever they decide all I really want is for them to be happy. Sounds so simple in principle.