We rant, we bicker, we blame them and we demand of them when we’re in need. It’s just so easy to turn to those who raised you and point the finger, telling them it’s their fault that your life has become so royally fucked up. The things they will so willingly give whenever you need, and the thoughts and beliefs they’ve instilled in us bring us back down to earth during those bad times and they make you remember, no matter what has happened, and what they’ve done, they’ve always done the very best that they could have done with the information and tools that they possessed at the time.