In a stupidly simplified model, this seems to be the series of stages we go through with our parents:
1) Our parents know better than we do. They teach us to speak. They feed and clothe us. They are Gods in our eyes—all-knowing, all-powerful.
2) We know better than our parents. During the most angsty, hormonal, insecure, confusing period of our lives…we feel our parents clearly do not understand us and they have no idea what is best. Right, because they have never been through what we went through at 16.
3) Finally, as we mature, we realize that we and our parents know different things. We have different capabilities and specialties. Hopefully, we can learn constantly from one another. In our eyes, they have gone from Gods, to idiots, and now to peers or teammates.