As a disclaimer, this is not the way my family is, but reader ~pickles thought it was pretty close to home for him and shared the link with me:

I am very fortunate that I can’t relate to any of that. I would have reminded my parents to pray if they had ever forgotten when I was a kid. Since my apostasy they have never so much as brought up the topic when visiting me in my home, and even when I’m in theirs they’re happy to say the blessing silently rather than impose it on me or the rest of the family. I really couldn’t ask for better parents. They love and respect their children. It’s great.