Okay, I’m sure there are some who have already pronounced me an unfit mother, based on the title alone, but hear me out.
The other day I was having a discussion with a friend whose kid could not find a job. You know how she knew? Because she was the one doing the looking! Yes, I know how that sounds. She was the one scouring the ads, she was the one waking up her college graduate child, she was the one filling his new car (that he got for a graduation present) with gas and she was the one telling him which jobs he should apply for. What did she get in return? What was her son’s contribution? He got engaged long enough to tell her which were his “dream jobs” and which he couldn’t be bothered with.