That’s how David Brooks described the background of today’s grads in a New York Times op/ed. As I read Brooks’ commentary, I happened to be seated next to the career center director for a major university.
“I’ve been working with grads for nearly two decades,” she said, “and I’ve never seen anything like the students today.”
As someone who has written a book for new grads, I hear tons of stories that would be comical if they weren’t so sad. Most recently, it’s the noted uptick in students who need a parent present for job interviews.
Naturally, it’s easy to blame the students in these situations (“they’re too entitled”), but the bigger problem is us. We – as parents – are so eager to shelter our kids and keep them safe from any possible harm that we fail to realize that this in itself is harming them.
Maybe our overprotective nature comes from wanting our children to have it better than we did growing up. Maybe it stems from having kids older and being in a position to appreciate each day more. Whatever the underlying reasons, this coddling is playing out in a crop of young adults who are dangerously struggling with their own independence.
As the mother of two young sons, I have to remind myself constantly that the biggest responsibility I have as a parent isn’t to protect them from the world, it’s to help them develop the skills needed to live in it productively. Which is to say, to live without me.
So, I’ll let them fail.
I’ll let them fail because as long as they are safe and warm inside their comfort zones, they will never grow. And as painful as it will be to watch from the sidelines, failure – along with loss, grief, heartbreak, disappointment, frustration, etc. – will be part of growth for them. Call me the anti-Tiger mom, but leaving them alone is my way of helping them become equipped to navigate the perversely unstructured world as we know it today. If we expect the next generation to step up and tackle the very real problems of our time, we need to stop feeding them and start teaching them how to fish.
I’m not a perfect parent by any stretch, but one of the things I’m most proud of is that my kids know that when they get in an argument with each other, there’s one rule:
Figure it out.
From the moment they could communicate with each other, they have been expected to work together to find solutions they can live with. The good news is they are becoming (little) masters of compromise. The bad news is they try to negotiate everything now.
So be it.
It’s a small price to help them learn a skill they’ll use for the rest of their lives, including when I don’t accompany them on job interviews.