



Some 25 years later, I’m married with two teenage stepchildren and a 9-year old daughter. I quickly determined that the child’s behavioral problems were linked to the fact that he still slept with his mother. Given that I was a teenager and felt I was an expert on child psychology, After a moment of silence, the mother shrugged apologetically and fessed up: her sleeping companion was her son. When we got to her bedroom, the bed was unmade on both sides, and we stood there uncomfortably while I cringed at the thought that this rather unpleasant On my first day on the job, the mother took me on a tour of the house. The mother doted on her son, and spoke to him in a syrupy baby talk that made my skin crawl. The kid ran the show, and he got what he wanted by throwing fits, stomping his feet and pouting. The father was absent from the situation, and the motherĪppeared overwhelmed. When I was in high school in the late ’80s, I took a job baby-sitting for a single mother with a 9-year-old boy.
