The role of parents

Today, contemplating how we view our parents when we're young. They are one-dimensional, are they not? They seem to have been put on earth to serve us, their children. We don't stop to think they might be people with unfulfilled wishes and desires, that they might feel stuck, that they might have wished they had done something different with their lives. That they might contemplate an alternate life that doesn't include us, the children. Thoughts/ideas? Am I on the right track?