At some age my father began to ask me “advice.” I was very young. Sometimes I got the feeling he listened to me and sometimes he just wanted to hear what I would say. Often they where serious issues. I don’t consider this as bad although I felt a responsibility.
But there is a difference here. He didn’t necessarily listen to me but he got me to think about serious issues and to weigh them heavily as if I was making them myself. Taught me discernment, justice, fairness.