That’s actually a very good point. As we grow older, we start to see them as more like human rather than the omnipotent force we always thought they were. I think I can say that I’ve lived a pretty sheltered life compared to my parents. My mother used to tell me stories about her childhood and my dad’s. She told us that they didn’t want my brothers and I to experience what they had to experience. They somewhat turned into superheroes in our brain that we sometimes forgot that they are mortals.
I suppose there’s always truth embedded even in fiction. It’s still a beautiful story. I could almost see you mom (even though I don’t really know what she looked like, I could only imagine) singing while hanging the laundry. It exudes a warm feeling :)