I'm a parent who, with my wife, has raised two quite successful and happy children who are now in their 40s. I often reflect on their lives, from birth through K-12, college, careers, marriage and children of their own. In doing this, I often wonder what kind of grade I have earned as a parent. Was I one of those parents who pushed them, or did I allow them to flourish on their own?
Helicopter parents can be a problem. I probably hovered too much over my daughter and son, but I was aware of it, applying direction when I thought either one showed a lack of or need for it. Therein lies the razor's edge. How can we know when our parenting becomes imprisoning? When do our efforts to foster growth morph into stress-inducing oversight?