When I was very, very young, I was disappointed that my father wasn't prouder of me. A wise older person took me aside. He said, I'm telling you this for your own good, and I mean it in the best way possible: grow up. You father may never see you for who you are, and his opinion of you is no more valid than a stranger's on the street. The only weight is has is the value with which you imbue it. It's that way with all our relatives. They have their opinions, probably heavily influenced by knowing the younger, more naive us. If they're functional, non-toxic people, they probably want the best for us. That doesn't mean they're objective.