I've come to believe that parenting our kids is a lot like teaching them to ride a bike. It's a process. We begin by strapping them to us as infants and we do all the peddling. Eventually, we remove the training wheels -- and now our help is a tender balance of support and letting go.
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?