shovels and rakes and implements of destruction

So I just spent the night/morning talking my mother off a metaphorical ledge. And since apparently I am biased, I need your opinions. If, theoretically, a mother could have a long, involved, philosophical discussion about whether or not they are a bad parent with their ADULT child, and the adult child does not scream at them or whimper and run to the nearest therapist, the mother is probably NOT a bad parent, y/n?

My mother seems to think that because she isn't rich and able to give me my every material desire, hasn't been the first perfect person in the history of the universe and therefore set a flawless example, and I'm not featured in Forbes and/or deliriously happy with my life, she has somehow failed. I tell her that the fact that we have a strong relationship and I can talk to her about losing my virginity, stupid teenage experimental drug use, stalker ex-boyfriends, how hard it is to resist the urge to be mean and vindictive to someone who probably deserves it, and other life crises is more important than said Forbes feature/delirious happiness. She says I'm biased.

SO. OUTSIDE OPINION TIME.

Help me convince her that she is suffering from a severe case of Unecessary Overachiever.

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For the past two weeks, I've been cat-sitting at my Grandmother's house (in the...well, it's not really a suburb so much as it's an acreage outside of town) while she's in Hawaii. And the awesome thing about my Gramma's house (besides the jacuzzi tub, and the unsecured high-speed internet from the neighbours, and the Tier 5 cable TV) is The Chair. After her knee replacement, she got a stair chair, a motorized chair on a ramp that goes up the stairs so she doesn't have to. And most of the time, I take the stairs. But when your cousin down the road gets you drunk? It's awesome, because for people who haven't had a knee replacement? This is a ride. Uuup and dooowwwnn, uuuppp, and downwwnn. AAAHHHAAHAHAHAHA!