Helicopter Mom. I want to talk about the term.
Our friend Lisa said she finds it offensive. I don’t disagree with her and I hope she’ll write more about that this week.
I want to tell you how the word made me feel the first time I heard it. It reminded me of the worst of me.
The truth is, when I “hover” over my children — in the living room, in the playroom, on the playground — it comes from a place of anxiety. I feel out of control. I am scared of them. They have control over me.
Nolan calls me a professional mom. He says my “continuing education” is my stack of parenting and child rearing books. Of course, I feel guilty that I haven’t finished many of the books. I haven’t done all the research. I’m too busy practicing as a mom. Maybe I should have studied more before I became a mom.
Another truth: In my heart I know that the only parenting book I need is the one I’m writing in my head, as I go along.
I’m a better parent when I’m not sleep deprived.
When I’m consistent, my children behave beautifully.
When I’m confident, they sense it.
I’m a happier mom when I feel connected with my husband.
I need at least four hours away from my children every week. Maybe more than that.
When I’m relaxed, my children are relaxed.
So forget all the parenting books, the parenting philosophies, the terms. I’m going with my gut. I’m sure there’s a book on that, too.