Previously published on Purple Clover
Young adults still need their parents. Those of us with 20-something children know this to be true. Some need us more, some need us far less than we’d like them to, but sooner or later, they will come to us—their older and wiser parents—with a problem too complicated or painful or expensive or dangerous to manage on their own. As has often been said: “Little kids, little problems; big kids, big problems.” No matter how old those “kids” are, when they are faced with a really tough situation, it’s more likely than not that they will call mom or dad—or both.
Way back when, back in the last century when I was raising my kids, I felt every pain and trauma my children experienced—sometimes more intensely than they did. I was a helicopter mom just as much as the next hyper-focused parent in my suburban community, where birthday parties and softball games were celebrated on a level that, in retrospect, was completely ridiculous.
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