I have a solution that’s guaranteed to work.
First off…don’t argue. Simply say…Mom, I’m an adult now, and I will choose my own college. I will NOT be attending the college you choose for me. Period.
And simply leave it there. Any time she tries to talk to you about anything to do with college…repeat: Mom, I’m an adult now, and I will choose my own college. I will NOT be attending the college you choose for me. Period.
DO NOT GET ANGRY. DO NOT FIGHT. DO NOT GET DRAWN INTO AN ARGUMENT. Simply state the fact, and close your mouth. Go do something else.
Now, here’s what you do to make this work:
You go and see a military recruiter. You get all the pamphlets and the free crap they give kids, You get the business card of a recruiting officer. Make sure to get some pamphlets about the GI Bill for education.
And then, you leave all this stuff around your bedroom. Pin the recruiting officer’s card to your bulletin board.
When your mother throws a fit…and she will…tell her that joining the military at 18 will allow you to make your own choices. That you’d prefer to go to the reasonably priced college of your choice, but that you will join the military instead if she continues to infantalize you.
Do what my kid did…Look your mom in the eye and say…Mom, I love you, but with or without your approval, I need to live my life as an adult now. You can support me, or choose not to support me. I would really love it and appreciate it if you supported me.
As much as you’d think this would send an overprotective mom into hyperdrive…for me…it made me feel a whole lot more confident in my daughter’s ability to stand up for herself, make her own choices, and be in charge of herself. If she could stand up to me…and I know it was tough for her…if she could do that? I knew that no one could take advantage of her or lead her to do anything she didn’t want to do. It actually gave me a huge sense of confidence and peace.
By the way…I wanted my kid going to a “safe” school that was close to home.
She’s going to the school she picked.
And yep, I’ve gotten used to it…and am so very grateful I don’t have to live with regretting my interference. (or her resenting it)