When she turns to scan the crowd, I wonder if she has plans after dinner tonight. I wonder if she has plans for tomorrow, or next week. I wonder if she is happy or scared, or both. I wonder if she is looking for me.
Nobody disputes the value of parental wisdom, advice and support, but at a certain point, you've got to take responsibility for your future. Mom and Dad aren't doing you any favors if they're the ones jumping in and running point for your career exploration.
I have a confession to make. I have gone to one of my sons' dorms and done his laundry. Just when I thought I had taken my overparenting to a new level, his roommate's mother took out a lint roller and began to roll their entire carpet on her hands and knees. Was I out-parented?
Maybe this disappointment will help her grow strong enough to handle further disappointments life will throw her way, regardless of how good she is. And maybe she'll grow to be so strong that disappointments won't scare her very much anymore.
"These people need to chill", I thought, followed quickly by "they will never find anyone willing to work for them." To my surprise, though, the one that lingered was "Lord, I didn't ask any of the right questions when I was hiring, did I?"
When did lying to a child in order to foster confidence become more important than teaching him coping skills and how to accept weakness or manage failure? When did babying a child become more imperative than teaching her the lesson that not all kids are winners all the time and in every arena?