Mine died before I finished my second year of college. Mother was a homemaker; father was a self-employed social worker. There was drug problems in the family. There wasn't much to divide between all of us. Grew up poor to begin with, and started working when I was 15. I'd work earlier if only I was allowed.

If parents can help - great, but I would not see this as anything but a real, amazing privilege to have. Honor it, and love you parents back.