My kids are small and happy, but I know this situation from my brother and our parents. My brother is now happy and content, but that took until his mid thirties, three years of therapy and my parents never understood, probably because they were the cause.
Nothing my brother did was good enough, meanwhile I was praised for the mundane and average performance. My dad especially never really accepted my brother as an independent person and always wanted him to be someone he could live vicariously through. Thinking back I remember my brother, as a child, searching for some form of validation or praise, he rarely got any and when he did there was always a caveat, a "That's good, but...". Out mum was different, but equally bad, she used to interrogate my brother, before he went out, who was he seeing, where was he going, when was he going to be there, why was he going, when he got back he would get the same, this might have been reasonable when he was 12, but not at 22 and she would still try to do it when he had moved out. She used to interrogate him on his school days every day and he did not want to talk about it, he had just lived it.
Our parents never understood my brother, I don't think they ever tried. I wish they had as they would have realised what a lovely, caring and amazing man he is.