When my son was 17, he went to the doctor on his own for the very first time. He walked out and told me something I haven’t forgotten.
Mum, I had no idea what I was doing.
My son, after his first solo appointmentHe didn’t know what to say. What the forms meant. What questions to ask.
And in that moment, I realised something. We prepare our kids for exams. For sport. For university applications. But we don’t formally prepare them for adulthood.
Not the practical parts. And not the emotional ones either.
That was the beginning of Welcome to Adulting.





