When I help my adult children, am I really helping? Or am I crippling them? Is my help a sop to my vanity? Or is it a sincere effort to lift them up? Are my ideas of how to live life even relevant to their lives? Sometime I think it is time for me to go off to the forest and live a hermit's life and let my kids fend for themselves. After all, they are in their 30's, they should have a clue by now.