“Mom, maybe it’s time you took care of your own life.” I smiled, nodded, and quietly finished rinsing the coffee cup. One month later, that same son stood outside the wrought-iron gate of my new $2.3 million desert mansion, pressing the intercom and asking if I would let him move in. In a split-level house off a quiet cul-de-sac outside Phoenix, with the HOA gate humming and the coffee still warm, my own child told me to “figure out your life.” I turned off the tap, set the mug in the drying rac