I’m going to admit, for better or worse, that when my children (ages 23 and 28 - both of whom are married or partnered) have a problem, it causes me anxiety. Their problem may be with work, or insurance, or with their spouse or partner. It may be with their feelings of sadness or anger or anxiety. It may be with finances or their car. It doesn’t matter, because the moment I hear of it I want to fix it. In fact, I often take on the feelings as if they are my own. I begin internally brainstorming about how to solve the problem. I often want, desperately, to...