Figuring Out How Not to be a Snowplow Parent

I managed to avoid being a Helicopter. Now I have to worry about being a Snowplow. Jesus.

Photo by Oscar Nilsson on Unsplash

My fourteen-year-old daughter spent the night at her friend’s house last night. She just called to ask if she can stay a second night.

I think she’s a pretty typical newly-teenage girl — most non-school nights are…