Kill Peter Pan: How to Make “Home” Unwelcomin​g In a World Where 26 Equals 18

Kill Peter Pan: How to Make “Home” Unwelcoming In a World Where 26 Equals 18

By Dennis Miller

My youngest son, who is now in his 50s, asked me what it felt like when all the children left the nest. I thought for a moment and said:

For my entire adult life, I’d driven a boat down a clearly marked narrow channel. I had to stay between the markers in order to provide for my family. Then, when you and your siblings left, I came to a vast ocean with no markers and no land in sight. It was exciting and overwhelming; I had all these options, and I wasn’t sure what to do. But it sure was nice my money was finally freed up to make that last push toward retirement.

He told me that was exactly how he felt after graduating college—minus that bit about retirement: flat broke with no real job on the horizon.

He had the option of living with us in Florida or moving to Atlanta, where he’d gone to high school and most of his friends lived. He did not ask for, nor did we give him any financial support—and he opted for Atlanta. He lived with a high-school friend and worked in a restaurant until, several months later, he got his first and only “real job.” He’s been with the same employer for over 25 years and is doing just fine.

Nothing can screw up retirement plans like supporting adult children after you’ve shelled out tens of thousands of dollars in college tuition, shuttled them back and forth for Thanksgiving and Christmas breaks, and maybe purchased a new computer for all that research and writing they did (or maybe didn’t) do over four-plus years. And yet some 85% of parents plan to provide some sort of post-graduation financial assistance.

Emerging Adulthood

So, what has changed since my son graduated a few decades ago? Sure, new graduates are entering a much more difficult job market than he did, and even those who do secure jobs are unlikely to have the job stability he’s enjoyed. But a difficult job market is only part of the story. Social norms have shifted so that accepting help from Mom and Dad well into your 20s is “OK.”

Since the 1960s psychologists have used Erik Erikson’s eight stages of psychosocial development to chart personal growth from birth to death. In the paper How 18 Became 26: The Changing Concept of Adulthood, Eileen and Jon Gallo note that in the late 1980s, young people began transitioning from Erikson’s fifth stage, adolescence, to his sixth stage, young adulthood—where a person’s main job is to find intimacy, usually through marriage and friendship, and to become self-supporting—nearly a decade after they reached legal adult status. Psychologists call this trend “emerging adulthood.”

As Gallo and Gallo mention, for a certain socioeconomic set, growing up and moving out—permanently—means downgrading your lifestyle. The authors quote sociologists Allan Schnaiberg and Sheldon Goldenberg as stating:

The supportive environment of a middle-class professional family makes movement toward independent adulthood relatively less attractive than maintenance of the [extended adolescence] status quo. Many of the social gains of adult roles can be achieved with higher benefits and generally lower costs by sharing parental resources rather than by moving out on one’s own!

The War Factor and “Kennedy Fathers”

I came of age between the Korean and Vietnam Wars, when society’s message was crystal clear: when a young man graduates from high school, he either enrolls in college or joins the military. Any young man who didn’t go straight to college felt serious pressure to enlist because Uncle Sam would likely draft him anyway—better to just get it over with. However it happened, the bond between a young man and his childhood home was broken, swiftly and completely.

By the time my peers were 22 or so—graduating from college or leaving the military—they didn’t even consider returning “home” an option. And although it’s not something I’d encourage today, most women of my generation married and started families soon after high school or college.

Draft deferment was another reason to marry and have kids. Beginning in 1948, various executive orders altered the precise rules on Class III-A paternity deferments, and in 1963 President Kennedy broadened the scope of who could qualify, giving young men another incentive to have children pronto. Enter the “Kennedy father.”

By the time my son graduated from high school, a much larger percentage of his classmates went to college. Still, post college, society’s expectations remained clear: stand on your own and build your own life.

Making Sure Your Young Adult Emerges on Time

So, what can parents do today to make “home” a lot less welcoming and complete financial independence look like the brass ring it should be? Turns out, quite a bit.

#1—Be honest with yourself. Ask yourself: is my financial assistance helping or hindering my child’s emotional and financial growth? Well-meaning, soft-hearted parents can do a lot of harm without realizing it. Who wouldn’t enjoy having most all the privileges of adulthood without the responsibilities?

I get it, folks. Most parents don’t want their children to struggle like they may have as young adults. But balancing that pull with the understanding that those struggles—and successes—is critical if your child is to emerge an independent adult with a solid self-image.

#2—Set realistic expectations early. Clarifying what you expect of your children financially sooner rather than later helps you and your kids. They need to know when you’re cutting the cord so they can prepare (hopefully with your guidance) well in advance. Whether you expect them to handle their own finances step by step or all at once, at 18 or 22, after high school or after graduate school, spell it out.

Moreover, make sure those expectations jive with your retirement plans. If your youngest child won’t graduate from high school until you’re 63, be honest with everyone about how much you can contribute to higher education.

#3—Mom and Dad must be on the same page. One parent slipping the son or daughter money while the other fumes does little for a marriage or the emotional and financial well-being of the child.

Some years ago a friend of ours was really struggling with her 23-year-old son. After counseling, the soft-hearted parent realized the damage she was doing and sent her son packing. 25 years later, both parents and their son say it was a major milestone in their lives. He finally got a good job, became very responsible, and has raised two wonderful children. Now he’s actually thankful for the day both Mom and Dad said, “Enough is enough.”

Most parents understand what the right thing to do is; however, it can be difficult. That said, making the same accommodations for your child over and over will only produce the same result.

#4—Be a parent and a coach. Offer emotional support and financial mentoring. Saying “no” to financial assistance does not mean you can’t help with budgeting, résumé writing, professional networking, interview preparation—heck, whatever it takes! If you’re lucky enough to have a 20-something kid who will actually talk you about this stuff, jump on each and every opportunity to teach and listen.

The job market may be tough for new graduates, but forcing your child to navigate it anyway might just be the best way to help.

When Your Bedroom Isn’t Yours Anymore

Within months of my oldest daughter, Dawn, marrying and moving out of our house, one of my son’s high-school teammates, Mark, moved in for his senior year of high school. Mark’s parents had been transferred out of town, and he wanted to finish high school where he’d started. We offered to put him up for the year.

When Dawn came over and saw how we’d transformed her feminine bedroom into Mark’s room, she started to cry. That was her bedroom!

Her mother and I looked at each other, and Mom said, “Now it’s Mark’s room. Your bedroom is in your own home.” It was a very special moment. I found it quite amusing how quickly Dawn turned her own daughter’s bedroom into an office when she moved out.

Retiring rich is hard enough without paying for your child’s extended adolescence. Anyone in or planning for retirement today faces an unprecedented set of hurdles: from stubbornly low interest rates, to vulnerable pensions and an unstable Social Security system, to frightening and confusing changes in our healthcare system. That’s why every Thursday I share cutting-edge solutions to these challenges in my free weekly e-letter, Miller’s Money Weekly. Sign up here and start receiving your free copy of Miller’s Money Weekly now.

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31 Comments
Pirate Jo
Pirate Jo
July 15, 2014 2:52 pm

So, his son is a Baby Boomer. Got a “real job” just a few months out of college and was able to stay with the same company for 25 years.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he even has a pension.

Yeah, this guy still doesn’t get it.

Don’t have kids.

Tommy
Tommy
July 15, 2014 3:10 pm

Its like being told how to swim by a fish.

Stucky
Stucky
July 15, 2014 3:25 pm

#1—Be honest with yourself.
#2—Set realistic expectations early.
#3—Mom and Dad must be on the same page.
#4—Be a parent and a coach

Wow. My world is crashing down. Deep shit there.

whatever
whatever
July 15, 2014 3:36 pm

We still have two kids in the house, 21 and 26. One of them isn’t even ours.

Eddie
Eddie
July 15, 2014 3:39 pm

What he doesn’t get is that the whole paradigm of kids growing up and “leaving the nest” doesn’t make the least bit of sense anymore. In fact, it only did make sense for a brief period of time when fossil fuels made living extremely cheap.

For most of history, families were units, and they pulled together for a common purpose, which was mutual survival, co-housing, and food production. Now it’s going to be that way again for families that function.

It’s going to be more like what we see now in Europe, with 25% unemployment, and kids living in the parents house until hopefully they inherit it, so they’ll still have a place to live when the old folks are gone.

bb
bb
July 15, 2014 5:27 pm

Whatever , that’s very generous of you.

BUCKHED
BUCKHED
July 15, 2014 5:33 pm

Hell I left the nest at 18 . I couldn’t wait to get out and run my own life. My Dad used to tell me growing up,” Son when you are out on your own and paying your own bills then you can make your own decisions ” . So several months after I had moved out I made a decision that my Dad disagreed with vehemently. I told him” Dad, I pay my own bills without any support from you, I make my own decisions now” !

Kids these day what it all now without any sacrifices. I lived on Ramen noodles for days sometimes when unexpected bills cropped up. I worked two jobs while going to college . I had a stepson who took 12 hours one semester, he had 100% of his bills paid by his mom and me and he ended up with a .75 GPA for the term ! He couldn’t understand why we cut him off .

overthecliff
overthecliff
July 15, 2014 6:33 pm

If you give it to them they will take it. A kid will never swim if you let them wear floaties all the time.

AKA Chen
AKA Chen
July 15, 2014 9:13 pm

One of the guys at work – an asshole – told us a story i never tired of. His step-dad warned him to get a job when he turned 18 or find another place to live. He blew him off and went drinking on his birthday. When he got home later that next morning, he couldn’t get in the house. His key didn’t work on any of the locks. He went to a pay phone and called home.
– Dad, I can’t open the door.
-Do you have a job?
– No.
-Then you don’t live here anymore.

He said he slept under his dad’s truck and went to enlist later that morning.

Gayle
Gayle
July 15, 2014 9:22 pm

When we were teenagers my siblings and I were told by our parents that it was going to be great to leave and start our own lives when we got out of high school. If we wanted to go to college and maintain decent grades, they were able to offer major help. If we wanted to work instead, we could make other living arrangements and they were confident we would do just fine. At the time I thought this was just the way everybody did it. The last thing I would have ever wanted to do was return home to live with the old folks. How times change.

Stephanie Shepard
Stephanie Shepard
July 15, 2014 9:59 pm

I actually agree with the author. I know many young people who did not have jobs when they were teenagers. Their parents wanted them to focus on their school work to get into a good college. These same people then told their kids not to work during college. They wanted them to focus on their courses. By the time they turned 22 they had already missed 6 potential years of work experience. Is it any surprise they moved back home?

You can’t expect your children to suddenly become adults. You have to teach them. You can’t just deposit money in their bank account every month and help them fill out FASFA. You have to teach them work ethic. You have to teach them how to network. You have to teach them how to pay bills. You have to teach them to do things they don’t want to do. My generation was coddled. Most parents dropped their kids off at their University and expected their kids to just become adults.

El Pocho
El Pocho
July 15, 2014 10:21 pm

He should be begging for his 50 year old son to move home so when chit starts going down someone other than a 70 some odd year old geezer is the one manning the double pump chat gun. Woe unto thee, oh perfidious silent and boomer generations, main.

llpoh
llpoh
July 15, 2014 10:26 pm

The problem is not young adults living at home – the problem is young adults freeloading and living at home. They must be required to foot their own costs – not just a nominal fee, but they must foot their own costs for food, clothing, heating, insurances, vehicles, etc.

My kids are older and are in school still. So long as they are moving toward a goal, and are in school, I am happy to support them. That said, both work, and my costs are limited to household expenses, but nothing else. When they finish school, they are welcome to keep living at home if they choose – so long as they cover their costs. It is still far cheaper to live at home than anywhere else, as they do not have to pay rent as such, but only cover what their mother and I will be out of pocket.

Family members are meant to help each other. I am more than happy to do that – so long as everyone is trying to do the right thing. The moment that stops, all bets are off.

It is incredibly important, in my opinion, that a child knows they always have a place to go should catastrophe strike. That knowledge grants freedom, and the ability to take some risks.

Life deals some unexpected blows, even to those attempting to do the right thing. It is the family’s responsibility to be there when that happens, not the government’s.

llpoh
llpoh
July 15, 2014 10:30 pm

Steph is right in what she has said.

Stephanie Shepard
Stephanie Shepard
July 15, 2014 10:33 pm

“Steph is right in what she has said.”

Gasp! I am confused? What is real? I don’t know anymore.

llpoh
llpoh
July 15, 2014 10:41 pm

Steph – I am more than happy to point out when you are right. That seems to be more and more often, when you have been around.

I have actually missed seeing you post – I never said you should leave, best of my remembrance. We need to liven things up around here. If you keep posting, I am sure you will piss me off and we can revisit old times then!

But when you are right, you are right.

Stephanie Shepard
Stephanie Shepard
July 15, 2014 10:45 pm

Aw, thank you. I didn’t abandon TBP I still lurk and read. I am now writing for Millennials. I have a gig writing about social issues, news, and economics for them. They need the help in understanding what is happening in the world. I also started writing my first book. My topic is tithing and the economics behind tithing.

Stephanie Sheepdog
Stephanie Sheepdog
July 15, 2014 10:58 pm

llpoh

I’m pretty sure you told me to stop posting at least 100 times. Lay off the cheap scotch you wacky injun.

Iska Waran
Iska Waran
July 15, 2014 11:56 pm

You two lovebirds wanna get a room?

AKA Chen
AKA Chen
July 16, 2014 12:20 am

My thinking exactly, Iska. I have read that people hook up in terms of similarities, LLPOH and Clammy have a restaurant background. It’s a match made in Red Lobster.

Iska Waran
Iska Waran
July 16, 2014 12:24 am

LLPOH could try that old line “You got any Indian in you?” “no” “You want some?”

AKA Chen
AKA Chen
July 16, 2014 12:36 am

Or: Forget Rockzilla, Clammy, I want you to meet Redzilla!

AKA Chen
AKA Chen
July 16, 2014 12:55 am

Stephanie Sheepdog’s comment has a bit of truthy flavor to it, now I don’t know what to think.

llpoh
llpoh
July 16, 2014 12:59 am

Yuck it up, laughing boys. You are really funny. Truly. (BTW – I have almost zero restaurant experience.)

Here is a recent Iska and chen photo:

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AKA Chen
AKA Chen
July 16, 2014 1:01 am

Steph, do you have any articles addressing the Peter Pan syndrome women have latched on to, I do not mean the Wendy, syndrome, I mean the idea women have got that they can be grannies dressing like teens and carrying on like menopause doesn’t happen or mean anything. I could call it the Kris Kardashian syndrome.

AKA Chen
AKA Chen
July 16, 2014 1:04 am

Oh, I loved that book by Oliver LaFarge. They said he came closest to the Native American soul but is considered laughable by real Indians. What say you, lobster trousers?

llpoh
llpoh
July 16, 2014 1:09 am

chen – generally not my style to tell someone not to post, but I suppose that could be oft inferred. Freedom of speech, not my site, etc., come into play.

I did recommend RE be banned a time or two for stinking up the site a couple years ago. He has mellowed a lot.

BTW – I forgot. You two comedians can BLOW ME. The worm will turn, and revenge is best served cold.

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hardscrabble farmer
hardscrabble farmer
July 16, 2014 7:56 am

One of the things we will do on occasion while working around the property is to scout out homesites for the children. Each of them has a favorite place and their reasoning for why it should be situated there. We discuss things like water, leech fields, views, construction of roads, etc.

I do not assume that each one of them will remain here on the farm, but we have made it clear that there would be nothing that would please us more than to have them pitch in with us to make the land more productive and expand our capacity in order to support the families that they will one day build for themselves. We have also made it clear that the first child to marry and have children will be given the farmhouse and that my wife and I will move into the cottage where we will continue to assist in every way possible as they become the primary stewards of the land.

When I came of age I was prepared to leave the nest, to make my own way and support myself at each level that my capacities could sustain while I decided to choose my path. I always had the support of my family, but never was I treated as a minor child again. I earned my own income, made my own decisions, selected my own path. Had my family not been careerists working for companies and government I would likely have thrown in with them as we always worked well together, but they were from the generation that “got jobs” rather than continued in the family tradition of farming that had been the staple of past generations. To this day my father is proud to say that it only took one generation for us to get back to the farm, something I know he would have loved to have done had he not followed the mid century tail chasing of a career. The photos on our walls of my children’s great-great-great grandfather and his son and his children clustered around in the dooryard smiling into the camera reflect a family living a life not much different than the one we live today.

Multiple generations working together, living together, sharing resources, supporting each other in times of difficulty, extolling one another to do their best, passing on traditions and skill sets are force multipliers that cannot be quantified by government statisticians. On Friday of this past week we slaughtered and processed 100 chickens in a day, working under the light of the full moon at the end and filled our freezer with enough meat to carry us through another year. Last night the children cut up herbs from the garden while I parted the birds and my wife prepared vegetables from the garden for our supper. When we ate together the joy we shared at that table was palpable- there was pride, delight in each other’s company and an epicurean delight in the aromas and flavors of something we were responsible for jointly- from the incubation of the eggs in May until the final feathering under the orange super moon of July.

I can see where things are heading because we are lucky enough to have perspective. In the not too distant future children will become as disposable as spouses are today. The very idea of family will become as quaint and passe as hoop skirts and horse drawn buggies. The Brave New World future that the elites have planned for us will become the norm and most of humanity still playing along with their idea of society will become as isolated and atomized as a current resident of Super Max. But out here in the cracks and crevices of the world there will still be remnants clinging to the world of tradition like a weed in a rock, waiting for inevitable return to a world that functions as it was designed. Our society is on a path to its own destruction because it is built like that proverbial house on a foundation of sand.

Our oldest son is circumnavigating Mont Blanc somewhere in the Chamonix Valley and he is hopefully getting his fill of life without our support, learning to be his own man. His siblings who were at first grateful for his departure- he acts every inch of the eldest child- speak of him daily now in glowing terms, wondering how he is doing, what he is seeing and when he will be home. Last night the youngest boy went missing for a few hours after dark and when we found him he was sleeping in his brother’s room, his face pressed against a thread bare stuffed animal that his brother keeps on his bed. We let him stay there and smiled at the thought that as small as he is now, soon he will be grown like his brother. As for the eldest this may be the first of his separations from us leading to a life somewhere else, or it may be a simple break to refocus on what he has left behind, only time will tell, but for our family he will always be welcome at 18, 26 or 85 to a life in the shelter of our shared history.

Stephanie Sheepdog
Stephanie Sheepdog
July 16, 2014 8:03 am

I just looked at an article I rote some time back ago, called ‘solve for x, solve for y’. Llpoh attacked me with a sort of gusto I can only imagine is unique to a lickered up injun. If you read between the lines it is plain to see that llpoh (while probably an excellent waffle man at IHOP) has some codependency issues.

AKA Chen
AKA Chen
July 17, 2014 12:58 am

LLPOH, old buddy, old pal, I didn’t say anything derogatory and Iska was funny so I had to join in, forgive us.

llpoh
llpoh
July 17, 2014 1:21 am

All good fun. But one good jab deserves another. I will wait for the proper opportunity. You and Iska are both very good for TBP in my opinion.

Sheepdog, not so much. Mr Sheepdog AKA Mr Bullshit is fixated on me (I suspect he is batting from the wrong side of the plate, not that there is anything wrong with that). He needs help, I am afraid.