My sisters were good students and me and my bro had no pressure

As a parent I believed I would never push my children to academic excellence merely for the sake of it. If they did their best and reached their potential that was enough.
Yet, as they move into higher classes I find myself increasingly worked up when I don’t see 90-plus marks.
And all the time I’m reminded of how good my parents were to me growing up. There was never really any pressure.
Given that they had an in-your-face, naughty-by-nature terror and a sly-fly for sons, they were remarkably cool. A few good thrashings, but no pressure.