What’s that whirring sound you hear? That’s the sound of my super powered titanium helicopter blades with trailing edge flaps, specially designed to decrease turbulence and noise and make for more smooth flying. Yes, I’ve perfected the art of being a proud helicopter mom. I’m working on hovering farther away from my children. I even went on a vacation with my husband this week without them. But then I cried at dinner because I missed them so much, hadn’t gotten enough pictures of them, and hadn’t gotten to video chat with my youngest child.
Yes, I enjoy time away and I get to relax. My husband and I have done several things this week that we otherwise would never have done. We went rafting on the rapids.
We went hiking in the DuPont Forest, and the kids would definitely have limited the amount of walking we did there. The beauty contained in that forest knew no bounds, and I’m happy we went. What an experience! It also happens that this forest was the forest where District 13 of Hunger Games got filmed.
We toured The Bilmore Estate, saw the beautiful gardens there, sampled the wines, and got massages.
Then, we visited our alma mater in Chapel Hill, as we usually do when whenever we get an opportunity.
But, all the while, I constantly checked the computer for pictures of Squeaker and the phone for pictures of Big Guy.
I waited by the phone every night around 8:00 p.m. for phone calls from Squeaker and then called Big Guy to talk to him. I needed those moments. I needed to see my children happy and hear them happy. I needed to hear them tell me about their days. Their joy means more to me than my own. I know that sounds crazy and hokey and fake, but I mean that. I get super disappointed when I don’t see the pictures. I hover over the computer around 6:30 – 7:00 like a helicopter and sometimes refresh the screen just to see if they’ve uploaded more. I asked my husband if any more pictures have been sent of Big Guy. I want him to send them to my phone so I can have them to myself. So I can share them with my family and friends. My children = my pride and joy.
So please excuse me while I hover back over to my son’s camp photos to check again. I can’t even be bothered to feel bad about it. I love my children. What can I say?
Anyone else have some of the “Helicopter Mom” in them? How much helicoptering do you think is okay?
(I will say that according to this quiz, I have done a “Nice job! You’ve found a good balance between being too hands-off and too involved. Encourage your child to make some easy confidence-building decisions like choosing what to have for dinner, or where to go for a playdate. Giving her a bit of freedom will benefit you both.”