When my oldest daughter was 21, she came to visit and I made her a cup of tea. She burst into tears. Out came all the apology for never appreciating me. She now has a 17 year old, I have to remind her that she, too, will mature into a wonderful adult. My youngest daughter told me when she was in her twenties that she was very proud of the way she was raised. My middle daughter says I can come and live with them when I get old. At the time I thought I must have been doing a terrible job of parenting, but now I think I did great!