Ride or Die
Why We’ll Do (Almost) Anything For Our Twentysomething Kids
About a week ago, I did something unusual: I drove all night to take my 20-year-old son, who is in college, something he needed. Now, right here in this post, I’m going to do something else unusual: I’m going to talk about it.
That’s unusual because I rarely talk publicly about my kids. The Twentysomething Whisperer isn’t about my being a perfect parent—or really about my being a parent at all. It’s about being a psychologist who specializes in twentysomethings, and how what I’ve learned in the process might be helpful to us all as we parent and partner with twentysomethings ourselves.
Besides, I think it’s wrong to use my husband and kids as “material.” To protect their privacy, I almost never post about them or with them on social media. I don’t talk about them in my books. Their stories are theirs to tell, not mine. So below, the story I share is mostly about me. It’s about my choice to help my twentysomething son in a way I might not have a few years ago.
Here goes: