My mom often complained about me being on the computer too much, but still let me have a computer in my room, would semi-regularly come home with new computer g

My mom often complained about me being on the computer too much, but still let me have a computer in my room, would semi-regularly come home with new computer games from the dollar store that she thought I might like, and took me to the library to check out a bunch of books about computers whenever I asked. When I came up with weird things I wanted to be (that changed weekly as a kid), she kind of just indulged me without taking it too seriously OR poking obvious holes in my dreams of being a motocross racer. I feel like she kind of just let me figure things out for myself, not convincing me of anything but also subtly helping me pursue the things I decided I was curious about. I think that partly as a result of this (coupled with the privilege of growing up in a middle-class family with enough resources to live comfortably), I grew up with the default (unconscious) expectation that I'd do something I really enjoyed with my life, for work and otherwise. Not because anyone told me that, but just because nobody said otherwise. While at the same time always expecting to have to put real effort and time into whatever I decided to pursue next.