My mother is my best friend, and we share a lot of tastes. But neither she nor my stepfather like rock music, so that was where we disagreed, and (when I was a teen) I had to rebel (LOL). It was hard, when I was a teen. But as time went by, we have learned to respect each other's choices. And I still live with my parents. Happily!
There's a Brazilian (humorous, satirical) punk music from the 80's which said (more or less), "My parents treat me very well, they spoil me. How can I get mature if I don't have any reason to rebel?" LOL.