My daughter flew until right before she wouldn't be able to pull the yoke back far enough to rotate with both of my grandchildren. She had a lot less time than any FO I can ever recall flying with, but more than half of it was in a BBJ, up and down the West Coast, up to Alaska, and over to China, so the depth of her experience was far deeper than most. Ya know, and she had ME coaching her, which didn' hurt believe it or not.
She also had her grandfather and great grandfather. She is every bit as good of a pilot as I am.
I cried like a baby twice in my life. When my own kid proved to be chip off the old block, and when Louis Freeman retired. The Chief Pilot who walked me through (literally) my fathers illness. The 1st black pilot at WN.