I spent two hours on the phone yesterday listening to my son yet again talk about trying to decide more details about his college major, whether he wants to transfer after his sophomore year, etc. I finally had to tell him I had to go because my other son and I had rented a movie, which we were watching when the phone rang, and we really needed to finish it. I am glad to listen and to offer ideas and support, but I sense that even here he expects something out of me that I can't give! He seems to be getting into that worry about making a big mistake and ruining his life. He also wants us to tell him how much money we might be able to give him if he goes to grad school, which he plans to do. He doesn't seem to be satisfied with my saying, "I don't know what the future will hold. We'll help you as much as we appropriately can...." Gee and whew. I'm glad he calls, but I tell him it's his life, and I can't plan all the steps for him. I guess I should be one of the parents he talks about who tells the child, "You are going to be a doctor and that's that!"