Crystal Clark Mom Helps Me Move For College New Access

Helping me move was also, paradoxically, about teaching me to be independent. Crystal let me make mistakes—overpacking, underestimating shelf space, arranging the room in a way the dorm wouldn’t allow—and she intervened only when necessary. When my attempts at fitting a futon into the elevator failed, she rolled up her sleeves and helped me problem-solve rather than stepping in to do it for me. Her approach was neither hands-off nor overbearing; it was a patient collaboration that afforded me agency while providing a safety net.