It is a wonderful feeling - my daughter took me out to lunch on my 50th birthday, she had just started her first job and I felt so proud of myself for having raised a daughter to that level, if you see what I mean - happy, smart and able to treat me occasionally.
Moving on almost eight years, she is now constantly broke with two small children, two part-time jobs and back studying law, so I do help out in all sorts of odd ways. She won't let me replace any of the old kitchen items I passed on to her though, when she set up home. I would love to buy her new china and cutlery as birthday or christmas presents one year, but she prefers to hang on to the old things from home. She doesn't like me to buy her clothes unless they are birthday presents, but as we have similar tastes I often buy her something and pretend I bought it for me but it was too small. As for the children - well, I prefer not to think about how much I have spent on them!
My parents were not poor, they did not struggle, but they never helped financially. My mother in particular was adamant that we would have no help past our 18th birthdays. As my father earnt too much for us to obtain grants, that meant that we could not go to University. We went to various colleges and worked in the evenings and weekends because she insisted on charging us rent, none of us doing what we really wanted to do. So yes, I wanted my children to have choice. I feel that being able to have choices in life is the biggest luxury there is, and will support them as much as possible until they are settled, and just have to hope that they will at least pick my care home carefully!