I was pushed, as a child, and I didn't really enjoy it. Not so much by my mom, but by the teachers; my mother just went along with whatever they suggested.
By the time I finished high school, I was very bitter and unhappy. I was tired of being everyone's prize student, and felt like a show dog or something. None of my teachers particularly cared about what I was interested in studying, just that I wrote impressive essays for them to brag about. I was put in advanced math in high school, and ended up nearly flunking out before a sympathetic guidance counselor finally realized that just because I did really well in geometry did not mean I belonged in calculus!!
I had lots of academic success (on paper) in high school, but I burned out even before I started college. I did get my B.A, but I never went on to get a Master's (which I wanted) or even to work in the field in which I majored. I just got tired of being a good little student.
My oldest is 11, in 5th grade, and completely average and ordinary...and very, very happy. She gets good grades, but she is not a genius. She has lots of friends, plays sports, likes to draw pictures and write stories, and just has a lot of fun with her life. I'm actually quite jealous of her! Maybe she will decide in 20 years that I should have pushed her, but I'm happy with the choices I've made so far.