I know there is nothing in the world I could have done to make my parents happier. It’s a rather bitter realization. There are so many things I have struggled to accomplish over the years, degrees, jobs, volunteering, running, traveling. None of it mattered. I could have won every single Nobel prize and my parents wouldn’t have been satisfied. It wasn’t a struggle to have a baby. To me it is not an accomplishment. Nonetheless, there is no harm in being happy. Whatever hang ups I have are my problems. It’s time to let it go.