Thinking back: my father was a Mennonite. My mother was a Catholic. I learned from both of them: critical thinking, reading and cooking. Did we miss anything?
Of course you missed something. It is impossible to learn everything in childhood. If you do it right, life is constant learning. I love it that way, I learn and celebrate that learning every day.
You are right: now that I am so much closer to death, the lessons I learned become quite obvious , Some delight me; some scare me.