Don't forget the essential role fathers play in raising daughters. From my Dad I learned about standing up for what is right when everyone else does what is wrong, to put God, Church, and family before school, work, and friends. My Dad taught me to appreciate the natural creation and to care for it. He taught me the value of perseverance and the importance of doing my best. All of this carried over into the things he did not teach me, my profession, my faith, my personal and social life.
He also taught me practical skills that many women never learn; how to do basic auto maintenance and repairs, how to build and finish wooden furniture, how to paint a house--interior & exterior, how to fix an electric socket, install the inner works of a toilet, how to lay tile and carpet...I do not make a living with these skills, but they have saved me a lot of expense and time over the years.
Of course, my Mom and grandmother also taught me to cook, sew, childcare, clean a home thoroughly...I also use these skills but don't make a living from them. (I'm single, so have not the luxury of a husband to do the "man chores.")
At one point, it seemed Dad was either at work, or, if home, too exhausted to do anything but flop in his chair and fall asleep. My parents took what then seemed radical action. They gave the big color TV to grandma and we went back to the tiny b&w 10×12" RCA with rabbit ears. It was in their bedroom atop the high bureau. After 6:00pm on weekdays and 4:00pm Friday thru Monday morning was for family, Church, and family friends. No work/school, non family-friendly activities were permitted. It took sacrifice. No more school sports, bike club for Dad, women's socials for Mom. Instead, we prepared and ate meals together, went camping, on day trips, remodeled the house, volunteered at charities, or sometimes just played board games. On weekdays, 7:30-9:30 was quiet study time. Those who had homework, bills to pay, accounts to be balanced, reports to be written did it in the family room. Those who didn't have work could do art, knit, crochet, whittle, do puzzles, etc. We did this from the time I was 10 until I left home at 18.
After that, I'm not sure why, but it was eventually dropped. My younger siblings became rebellious and my parents were harassed by the teachers and even the priest for being too rigid, strict, and old-fashioned. In retrospect, what my parents should have done in 1972 at the latest, was pull up the stakes and move away from the urban area where we lived. At the least, they should have pulled us out of public school, out of the novus ordo. But who even knew about homeschooling back then? Or of Catholic tradition?