'I'm scared, Mom,' Mike said over the phone. 'I'm scared and I need help.' My 21-year-old son, Mike, was talking to me from a drug-infested motel a few miles away from his college in Vermont. After hours of me trying to track him down, I was overcome with emotions of relief, fear, denial, and shame.
I build them up, but I have always been honest. I'm that mom who won't let them win just to "be nice." I know now, more than ever, that life will not participate in that farce. I am very fair, but I do not pump them with false praise or meaningless participation ribbons. Is parenting not to prepare them with the best and most valuable tools and rules of life?