My parents tried to raise my sister and I to be whole in ways they never were because they were part of the Greatest Generation. First, they survived the Great Depression and then World War II. They were permanently scarred by those experiences.
But we ended up "broken" in other ways. In fact, to some extent we were both "broken" as a result of their attempts to shield us from suffering as they did while imposing their wounds on us. My parents were not wealthy, but all I ever heard growing up was "we can't afford it" or "we don't have money for that." I was afraid to ask for things, or voice a desire to participate in experiences or activities because of the answer I would receive. I strongly feel I was held back because I didn't get to pursue interests that really meant a lot to me, even though, unlike my parents, I never doubted that I would have a roof over my head and food on my table. They were not sophisticated enough to understand how they were impacting us -- and wouldn't have accepted the truth had it been pointed out to them, anyway. They had no capacity for simply enjoying life. It was always a chore because of what they had endured. Their security was living in a home with no mortgage and knowing they had money in banks that would not fail. They didn't see what my generation knows, i.e. that leading a full life constitutes more than just existing.
So, based on my life experiences, Artie is right. Children are "broken in more delicate ways by finer instruments." I still struggle sometimes to drown out my parents' voices in my head, especially when contemplating a large expenditure or buying something they would consider frivolous. I have to remind myself that I am spending MY money that I earned and I don't have to answer to them about what I do with it. I have nothing to feel guilty about, but I'm still sad that they never were able to really have fun.