My parents were very supportive of my interest in music. If I listened to Elvis and Little Richard, they did too! When I was in college I had a chance to join a very successful (busy) band that needed a bass player. All I had was on old pos bass that I'd bought at a pawn shop for maybe 10 bucks. I called Mom and she went to Tulsa and bought me a Gibson bass and bass amp that same day. I realized much later that they really couldn't afford to buy it at that time, but they never let on.
They had done the same when I started playing trumpet--bought me a new Conn Constellation--top of the line at the time.
My mother was a trained classical pianist and could play any piece of music you put in front of her. Couldn't play happy birthday without the notes though. She would have traded all here training if she could have "played by ear". She played organ and piano for more than 70 years in church. Her favorite popular artist was Floyd Kramer.
She and my dad were proud of me, regardless of how often I screwed up. Can't figure why, I gave them more grief than I should have. I sure miss them.