"Just let me sleep in, dad. I don't want to go to school."
"Don't take away the Wifi! I can do the stupid dishes later! Stop!"
"Why shouldn't I have a car? I'm 16 and I've passed my driver's exam. I'm old enough."
"You never understood me!"
"I hate you. I HATE YOU!"
The parent does understand. He had to pass through all of these minor deaths, these sheddings of the past self. He needed someone to stand for him, to press him on toward maturity, when he wouldn't do it himself.
Thank you, Father, for patiently leading us to greener pastures, even through the valley of the shadow of death.