My mom didn't, but my dad did. I was born in 1983 and raised around smokers. Both grandparents, my uncles, my aunts. Was a smoker myself from 1996-2012. Yup, 13-29, with the last 10 years at a pack a day on average. All my friends smoked.
My mom is a respitory therapist. She lost it when she found out. She tried but she used that horrible scare tactic that doesn't work on addicts and others who hold no value in their lives. Smoking to me was a way of slowly killing myself. I mean I was going nowhere, I was under employed and just going through the motions of my day. It felt good having that ten minutes to myself. It was therapeutic.
Sorry, I went to a dark place.