This online post has been making the rounds of the internet lately and has moms up in arms. Seriously, just when you think the mommy wars are over, look again!
You’re either totally for or totally against those Helicopter Moms – you know, the ones that always five feet from their toddler at the park, always looking to see which kid belongs to which parent, and always ready to let you know how (un)comfortable they are with the freedom you give your kid.
I wouldn’t call myself a Helicopter Mom, but I’m not Anti-Aircraft either.
Just last week, I was sitting at the picnic table at the park with the other moms, and guess which one of us was checking her phone? Yep, me.
My two teenagers were doing the hovering for me, and I was quite happy to let them.
But when they’re not around, I’m the one five feet away, making sure my kid isn’t the one hurtling down the slide when another child is sitting at the bottom. I’m the one making sure my kid isn’t throwing rocks, or running off into the field, or backhanding another unsuspecting child.
I’m also the one who is there when your child needs help getting on the monkey bars. My rule is “If you can’t do it yourself, you’re not ready for it,” so I’m not much help. But I am the one that’s there.
I’m the one that sees when your darling throws sand in the eyes of a friend, and I’m the one that sees your child struggling to hold onto the outside of the climber, hanging on for dear life with tears in her eyes.
You might not have noticed those things because you were chatting with the other moms.
I’m the one who sees the man standing by himself with a cigarette in his hand, watching every child carefully. I’m the one that can match every child to an adult … except for him.
I’m the one your child asks to push him on the swing.
I’m the mom that sees a car swerve to avoid hitting the child that has run into the street. I’m the one that reminds her to be careful because she might get hurt. I’m the one that knows her dad missed the whole thing while he was enjoying the sunshine.
I’m the one that sees your child peeing under the climber.
I’m the mom who stays with your child when I come across her frantically searching for you with a tear-streaked face. I’m the one that waits with her until you come back to the park after your trip to the store.
I love those trips to the park when I can sit on the bench and enjoy some time catching up on Facebook, or chatting with a friend. But that doesn’t happen very often.
Most of the time, I do some hovering, yes, but I don’t always spend it playing with my child. Most of the time, it’s spent chatting with another Helicopter Mom or two. Because you can still get some conversation in while keeping your kids in line. You see, moms are great at multi-tasking.
And while I’m chatting, I’m encouraging my child to do it himself, to pump her legs, to wait his turn, or to put down that rock she really wants to toss at the kid who threw sand in her eyes.
So while I wouldn’t call myself a Helicopter Mom, I would call myself a “Please take care of your own child” Mom. When we all do our part, it’s better for everyone.