When my now 23-year-old son returned from college, I noticed he was more independent. While this is what every parent wants, it also means fewer interactions between us.
He now got up on his own without me knocking on his door, made his own egg sandwiches in the morning, and drove himself everywhere. I was no longer the alarm clock, the cook, or the chauffeur.
He was planning to move out of our house soon to get his first apartment in Los Angeles and leave behind boring suburbia. I knew he needed extra cash because he was still looking for a job, and I was desperate to spend some quality time with him. Then I had an idea.
“I need you to teach…
