General society is desperate to equate achievement with ‘being rich’. It gives lots of airtime to the opinions of wealthy, white men, born into wealth as if not spaffing all of daddy’s fortune up the wall requires any skill, intelligence or ability.

What a load of horsepoo. Please give me millions of pounds (no, really, please do), and I’ll happily show you my mad skills of retaining my fortune by employing accountants to get me off paying tax. (Please note. I wouldn't actually do this, because I'm not a selfish richard).

Being born wealthy is not an achievement. Often, it’s a sign of the moral failures of previous ancestors who gave zero f*cks about trampling over the rights of others.

Success is pushing through when everything around you is crumbling to sh*t. It’s battling against the heavy weight of intergenerational trauma to raise kids who become resilient, empathetic and confident adults. It’s the heady heights of achievement when you accomplish that feat alone.

Don’t listen to the naysayers, the armchair critiques, those who’d love to trample you down. You, mama, are an absolute queen, and that child who goes to sleep feeling so loved by you every night is a bigger sign of success than all the 00s in all the offshore bank accounts in the world.