Shots fired: I don’t have the time, money or frankly patience to be a college-copter parent—and I'm not convinced that, if I had any of those attributes, micro-managing my teen son would make him any happier.
Just take a beat before you label me a bad mom—which you totally can, I’ll just add it to my shelf of mugs marked “Bad Feminist” and “Live Laugh Love”—and allow me to explain. Recently, college administrators and news reports have suggested that parents of college-age students are over-involved in their children’s day-to-day life. This is in marked contrast to the custom of parents dropping their kids off at college in September and saying “See you at winter break, have fun,” then driving off to take a cruise or have sex in the living room or do whatever else they have been waiting to do since their little bundle of joy was born. These days, according to Boston University, college-copter moms are busy—one parent created 15 possible freshman class schedules for their kid, while another mom scrubbed her daughter’s shared dorm bathrooms. Fox News reports that another parent surveils their children’s movements using the “Find My Phone” feature, including stipulating that their child be in their dorm in bed by 10 p.m.
I’ve seen this up-close-and-personal as well, since my son is college freshman aged, and many of my parent cohort is behaving this way. The other day, I eavesdropped as friend fielded a phone call from their college kid, to discuss a missing school assignment that the parent knew about since they had access to their child’s emails. The tone of the parent reminded me of an ostensibly pleasant, yet vaguely ominous call from an HR manager. And lest you think this is just happening at the portals to bougie higher learning, it’s not. A general contractor I know was staffing up and had one young man show up with his mom to interview as a construction worker. (The contractor told the mom, “Ma’am, I won’t be expecting you to show up for work every day with your son, so when your son wants to show up on his own for a job interview, I’ll be happy to speak with him.”)
Parents. What are we doing? How is your kid going to learn how to fend for themselves in a pretty tough world if you’re there managing all the things? I’m not even going to get into my personal experience, as a Gen Xer, with how I overcame what today’s college-copter parents would parse as parental neglect. (Really callous disregard which included selecting my own course load, finding a part-time job and waking before noon to get to class.) Instead, I’d like to make the case that college-coptering is actually doing a disservice to your family, the people you’re ostensibly trying to help.