Helicopter Moms

So I learned a new phrase last week:  Helicopter Mom.  I cracked up the first time I heard it, because I was always so aware of the behaviors these moms exhibit and never heard such a poignant way to describe it.  They’re the moms that hover over their children, never allowing themselves to be out of arm’s reach of their offspring.  Their kids don’t fall because Mom is there to catch them before they hit the pavement.  I don’t understand how they operate, but I think it’s definitely a wiring thing.  I’m just not wired that way, and I think Matteo is better off because of it.  Granted, Matteo is worse off because of other reasons, but we don’t need to go into that right now.  

Becoming a Mom has made me realize how much I don’t know, and learning this phrase at least reminded me of one thing I DO know.  I will NEVER be a Helicopter Mom.  And hopefully that’s one little bit of reassurance for Barb.  I might be a FWK, but at least I’m not a Helicopter Mom.  That makes me feel good.