Throughout my childhood and even later, when I was preparing for promotions and interviews, my parents—neither my mom nor my dad—ever put any pressure on me. They never asked how I did in an exam or interview. Even average results satisfied them. They did not push me to do better or, as was common in those days, encourage me to be at the top of my class.

My mom was not highly educated, but she was very sharp and could grasp the essence of anything quickly. My dad was highly intelligent but never interfered in his kids' affairs. They trusted us to manage our behavior and efforts and believed that we would find our own way in life. None of us—my siblings or I—were class toppers. I often looked at the top students with awe and longing, wondering what I lacked.

Looking back, I realize that I needed someone to guide me, supervise me, and most importantly, I needed to pay more attention in class. After starting my job, I can confidently say that I never needed any external help or encouragement. I had learned my lesson. I had a dream—to be like those students who always topped the class. I often wondered, "Why can’t I do that?"

Starting a job at a young age and not having the opportunity to pursue higher studies made me realize that I needed to work hard to advance in my career. I didn’t need any more incentive. I devoted myself wholeheartedly to my goal, and I can proudly say that my success was above average.

This experience left a deep impact on me. It instilled the belief that kids need guidance and encouragement. I tried to do my part by supporting my younger sisters in their education and beyond.

This mindset shaped how I dealt with my own children, and that is the story I will continue to tell.

Continued in Part 3 - 77. What the Kids Did That I Didn’t - Education for Me or Them - Part 3