My mother has four children, all raised same home, same standards, and could not be any more different people. We all came through life differently once we got to age. One left home early, age 15, and fought to climb ladders, put herself through community college while raising a child alone, becoming the HR Director at a company of 400, only to find 20 years later a farm and being a stay at home wife made her the happiest. (Yes me) All three sons left and went military because we were raised in Maine it was either work at the mill or join the military to leave. One stayed 12 years enjoyed working nuculear subs to come out get his masters in business and is now raising alpacas on a farm. Second boy did 2 years of military before being kicked out and traveling the country hitchhiking to become the happiest auto mechanic you have seen and worked on his artwork. Third did 8 years military to realize he could do the same job on the outside of more money for the military. He now works writing contracts for buisnesses that deal with the military and teaching other companies that do and has almost completed his PHd.
Our mother says watching us all do our thing, our way, was the hardest thing she could do. Many nights of worrying, crying, and praying but now when she sees us all she is proud. We all have different ways of getting here but we have all achieved the same thing, happiness with ourselves and our lives. A wonderful gift our mom gave us was allowing us to get here our way knowing that there was not one answer that fit us all.
By the way I am the firecracker up my butt and high achiever. My daughter is the will do it 15 minutes before it needs to be done. I understand the frustrastion while watching a child be this way. She is 16 and I believe we will both survive these years.