There is no One Model. My DSs, 18 and 20 are lovely, tho 18 still into sulking from time to time.
I knew I'd hate babyhood, and did; toddlerhood was hard but tolerable.
Mid to late primary, a dream. The sunlit uplands of late childhood. Reasonably independent, biddable. But from there, I saw the storm clouds of adolescence massing on the horizon.
But we avoided a direct hit.
We had attitude, some defiance, an odd door slam. But no police visits or 2am Where The Fuck Is He? Moments.
Thank god.
Now a lovely 20 year old at uni (who I am currently trying to support through the loss of his best mate to illness resulting in him leaving uni- DS is devastated but trying to hide it). If it not one thing, it's another.
But it isn't always a drama-packed roller coaster. And I don't think our parenting made much difference, either way. We did our best, and were lucky.