How much help do our grown children need?
That is a good question. Once I read on FB: “when my child turned 18, I gave him a sock and said Doby is free now”. It had me laughing, but that almost how it was when I turned 18, I did not get a sock, I ran, I no longer wanted to live under the same roof with my parents. Few days ago my ex called me and said “our son’s car broke down, we need to help him” to what my only reply was “stop solving his problems, he needs to learn how to deal with them himself”. Father’s first instinct was to fix baby’s problems. Totally understandable, with an exception of one minor detail. Baby is 20 years old, and he needs to learn how to take care of his own problems. He agreed with me, and that was closed. Yesterday I get a call from my dad, and he is asking me to stop by his house, because he has something he wants to talk to me about. Ok, not a problem, on my way home from work I totally forget to go see my parents and come straight home. After a reminder phone call, I get back in my