I'm really struggling with this post. I've been thinking about it for several days. I just can't wrap my head around saying that parents love us even when they fail. My stumbling block is parents who are actively abusive -- mentally, physically, or sexually -- or willingly neglectful.I think our parents love us even while they fail to prepare us to succeed. They probably spend a lot of time feeling ashamed that they had us for so long, only having spent a lot of that time using us to fix their own childhoods.
I hope that I am missing some of the context/intent in your post Beanie Boo.