The parable of the prodigal son comes to mind in these situations.
I don't know about the rest of you all, but I know I disappointed my parents many times in my young adult life. Yet, they were always glad to see me and would never have turned me out of their home.
They often expressed their disappointment with a path I had taken, but always in loving terms.
I was thinking the same thing. I could see pulling the purse strings, but not talking to the child just seems incredibly wrong to me.