From the NYTimes article “Students, Welcome to College; Parents, Go Home,” about the difficulty of separating “Velcro parents” from their over-protected offspring:
At Colgate University in Hamilton, N.Y., a mother and father once went to their daughter’s classes on the first day of the semester and trouped to the registrar’s office to change her schedule.
The registrar’s office employees all required treatment for injuries related to eye-rolling.
As Mona Lisa Vito said in My Cousin Vinny, “dere’s moah!” The article mentioned a parent who “had read books about the stages of grief” to deal with her son starting college. Seriously? She read On Death and Dying and its progeny, and admits it without embarrassment? This article makes me feel like we raised our children 50 years ago, not ten.