My mother was better attuned to me, but as we grew and needed answers about life, she slided more to the religious side, what was not helpful for everyday life. My older sister was mainly my advocate.
I remember one of the quotes that circulated in my wider family: "A person doesn't respect what he has until he experience a bit of cold and hunger." This was a milestone with which adults ultimately used to put down a child bad behavior and when I look back now, it fixated them in survival mode.
My father has his own issues being a adult child of an alcoholic, and even so, he thinks he made it completely healthy only by not being an alcoholic in his own life. Other issues for him are irrelevant... completely ready for having two children.