Well yeah, and winning’s great if it’s theirs. Sorry I’m bad at explaining. It was my first attempt.

I meant that, given my disposition (competitive bitch, often lucky, won more than my share) I would’ve fought the kid’s battles too often, compounded my winnings into theirs, and failed to let them learn to fight for themselves, for others. I’d have created the privileged rivals of my youth instead of helping other’s children succeed. I think.

E: they’d be no more than primary school age today, so maybe I’d have grown up enough in time to fix my mistakes. Just seems like a gamble when a child deserves better.