Moms…..what are we thinking? I mean, I am a mom too. I love my kids dearly. I fully understand that nurturing instinct. But our kids are going to be running the country someday. And based on that fact alone….this has GOT to stop.
I work in an office where people frequently come to fill out forms. Today a young man came in and needed to fill out one of said forms. His mother and two siblings were with him. I call him a young man because he is legally an adult. You know, the grown up kind. And yet I watched with a mixture of sad amusement and…chagrin as his mother hovered so close she was touching him…spelling the name of his town and giving him his zip code one letter and digit at a time. No, this man did not have any special needs…well at least not according to Section 504 or PL94142. His only handicap was the woman connected to him. There was something about him, though….
When I took his form, my wonderings were confirmed. I had heard a relative speak of this young man. He did not know how to fill out forms for school either. He was to take a minimum of hours in his college in order to remain qualified for the scholarship he was awarded, but he did not. His mom thought the load was too heavy. Readers, you may not be aware of this, but once your child is a legal adult……you cannot ask their professors questions about them….unless your son or daughter signs a waiver. It did not surprise me at all that he had signed one. He cannot function without her. And that is her doing.
What are these child/adults going to do when they graduate from college after their moms have begged their professors for extra credit and complained about the color scheme of the graduation gowns? Are their mommies going to tell the CEO for whom they work that Little Timmy has a cold and can’t work today? What if little Timmy drives too fast (assuming he is allowed to drive without her) and gets a ticket. Will Mom scold the poor officer?
Listen, Moms…..when we make our children helpless, when we shield them from every obstacle, beginning with knee pads for crawling, trophies for attending half the tee-ball games, and all the way to trying to convince their senior English teacher at the end of May to pleeeeease let them do extra credit, what are we teaching them about functioning in the real world? Not much.
So come on, Moms….loosen the grip. Let them understand that the monsters on Scooby Doo aren’t real. That they have to actually work to earn rewards. And that thinking for themselves is actually a GOOD thing.