Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.
You try as a parent. You love beyond reason. You fight beyond endurance. You hope beyond despair. You never think, until the very last moment, that it still might not be enough.
You may take it from me, that however hard you try — or don’t try; whatever you do — or don’t do . . . the parent is always wrong. So it is no good bothering about it. When the little pests grow up, they will certainly tell you exactly what you did wrong in their case. But never mind; they will be just as wrong themselves in their turn.