The only time my parents ever truly hesitated was when I told them I wanted to become a journalist. It was my mother who said:

• “It feels like you’re rushing into this. Journalism strikes me as a distraction — and investigative journalism… well… like a dangerous distraction. Have you considered a more stable, academic path? History, for instance, is a discipline with dignity. Your father would have been proud.”

Out of respect for them, I chose not to argue.
Out of respect for myself, I chose to ignore them.