It can’t be easy watching your beloved, talented, educated money-pit child walk off that graduation stage, diploma in hand . . . and move back home with no job prospects. Last summer when I graduated with a couple of freelance jobs but was looking for something full-time, I was lucky that my parents mostly employed the strategy they had been using with me since the fourth grade: "She’s got it." They were always supportive but never pestered me about what progress I had made that day, where I was applying, who I had reached out to, because they knew I was on top it. And guess what? Their trust in me gave me much more confidence in my job search than constant nagging would have.