Yeah, I'm the "Helicopter Mom"
Ohhh… yeah. I'm THAT mom. The "Helicopter Mom." What'southward a Helicopter Mom? Well according to Wikipedia, it is:
"A helicopter parent (likewise chosen a cosseting parent or but a cosseter) is a parent who pays extremely close attention to a child'due south or children'south experiences and bug, particularly at educational institutions. Helicopter parents are then named considering, like helicopters, they hover overhead."
The only thing that definition is missing is a picture of my profile right abreast information technology. Here… this is amend:
Why do I KNOW this? Last week I took my two 1/2-yr-quondam to an inflatable play center (aka: "indoor mad business firm) and it's safe to say my asthma that disappeared over 5 years ago, wanted to make a return. Hither, I'll set the scene:
- Toddler runs through front end door
- Mommy holds toddler'south paw as he stretches like "Stretch Armstrong," trying to get to each inflatable bounce house to jump, while I'm trying to pay for his archway in.
- Quick potty break for toddler (absolute torture for a toddler, because seriously… who needs to pee when there are 10 bounce houses that are calling your name)
- Finish with potty break and toddler is off similar a rocket, ready to tear the place upwards
- Mommy is so excited to encounter toddler excited.
- Toddler climbs biggest ladder to the biggest slide in the whole place. Mommy is no longer excited.
- Mommy starts having heart palpitations, letting become of toddlers hand, while he joins TONS of other kids all on his own, to go down this massive plastic thing full of air. {AIR people!!! What if someone pops a hole in it while my child is at the height and the whole thing collapses! Seriously… I demand medication ya'll.}
- Toddler gets all the way to the top {mom is giving the evil center to the 10-twelvemonth-one-time behind the toddler, so he knows he amend non button the toddler for going so tiresome up the ladder} and Downwardly HE GOES!
(Scout it here): Video of the piddling guy going down the inflatable slide!
He did it! He really did it. I pick him upward from the bottom, carry him over to the entrance and he's ready to do it again.
I wish I could say that my feet concluded afterwards that first successful descent down the plastic ramp. Nope. My head was maxim, "Ok, he went downward it once, we got our $six worth, now let'due south get the heck outta here." But my heart was saying, "Await at the smile on his face, and expect how extremely happy he is." Well moms, yous know which one won.
And then… all twenty times he went downwards the slide, I stood at the bottom {I won't tell y'all how I got then wrapped upwardly in watching his every move, that I even plant myself blocking the archway for other kids to be able to get on} and I made sure that there wasn't going to exist even a CHANCE that we left there with a trample, scratch or hurt toe.
I wish I could say that I was washed existence "helicopter mom," when we moved on to other bounce houses. Nope, I had to follow his every move, finding the lowest wall of each bounce business firm, so I could stand at that place and lean over, making sure he didn't go trapped in a maze, or that some other kid didn't push/shove him.
What is wrong with me?!! Is information technology considering he's my first born? Or that he's but 2 i/2 and that 80% of the other kids there were between the ages of viii-10, and I was afraid of him getting injure? Or is information technology that I merely tin't let go? How in the globe am I going to be able to let go of his piffling manus on the get-go day of school? (pit in stomach)
Why are some moms like this, and then there are other moms who tin completely residual assured that their child won't become hurt in the bounce house, while they sit over in the corner working on their laptop? Now, older kids… I totally get that. Only there were two and 3-year-olds running effectually without a parent.
Anyhoo… I can totally see the damaging furnishings my "helicopter mom," tendencies can and probably volition hurt my son. My over-protectiveness will never permit my son the freedom to larn some things on his own. He may plow in to a whiny, fearful, tattle-tale, and I don't want that either!
Why am I just now noticing my helicopter mom signs? Honestly… I stay at home with the kiddos, and my oldest is only at present getting to exist the age where I can take him to places similar this, that involves existence around a lot of other children. I mean yeah, nosotros've been to birthday parties, but I know every kid and parent there usually, so it's not the same.
And so there ya become. You lot totally know 1 of my huge faults. I will struggle with this from here on out, and I volition constantly be looking for ways to right my beliefs. Are you like me? Do y'all know someone like me? Do me a favor and "share" this on your Facebook folio (just click the "f" icon at the summit or bottom of this mail) so I can run across if I'chiliad alone or how many moms out there are like me. Perhaps we can start a social club! (chuckle, chuckle) I'd Honey to see what you other moms exercise to throw your "helicopter mom" tendencies out the window! Come on… this momma needs assistance, or my kid may turn out to exist the "weird" one! 😉
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