A guest post by Lisa Oppenheimer
Call it the “Scarlet H.”
The “H?” “For Helicopter Parent.”
The dreaded label hovers over all parents as we try to help (and yes, over help) our children, but never more than when our progeny apply to college. That’s when we become, well…crazy. Legends abound about parents writing essays, berating admissions officers, and, in one particularly creative urban legend, applying to schools on our offspring’s behalf (I’m told by a reliable source that the last one is more or less impossible, but you never know).