Helicopter Mom

“Hi, I am Kathryn. I am a “Recovered Helicopter Mom.”

Okay, sorry, my motives were to help. My intentions were good. I wanted to spare my kids the pain.

Tell, me what mom, in the midnight hours doesn’t wish that she could dig out those teeth? Or, when they hear the sad story of not being included in the playground games doesn’t go into full swing event planning to create “healthy new relationships”? Or spend $50.00 and a gazillion hours on school projects that now lay gleeful in the bottom of a landfill?

What do I say, I am a sucker for my son’s little “twinkle, twinkle.” One of the greatest joys to me is to hear my daughter’s giggle.

I guess I could, so I did.

I wonder if my quest to hover came from the knowledge that I almost didn’t have kids due to lots of medical issues. They were my miracles. I was so grateful for the blessing to be a mother that I purposed to celebrate the moments. I took lots of pictures because I wanted to remember the moments of the mundane forever.

My hovering skill is an inherited trait. I come from a family of “spoilers.” We don’t mean to hit you with our propellers; it is just sometimes we do.

So, to my kids, I want to thank you for making me so happy.

Words are inadequate to express the joy that is mine that God chose me to be your mother.

I have loved every chapter of your story. The “terrible-two’s” were quite “terrific” to me.

The “teenage tunnel” was confusing, but thanks to you, I learned so much about trusting God.
I so delight in your adventures – hearing how you are learning to fly.

You both are amazing to me. I

have to confess, sometimes when I see you, it is like I am outsider observing these amazingly, wonderful people.

Then it delightfully dawns on me, you are mine. WOW!!!

Please forgive me for the times I slip up and hover too much.

An occasional fly-by is for my sanity. H

owever, just remember, that your dad and I are never far away

and always available for a flying lesson… or two.

As a “Recovered Helicopter Mom” of adult children, I can say, I sure have learned to “Trust in God with all my heart and lean not into my own understanding.” Prov 3:5

I look back with regret that maybe I hovered a little too much, but they are doing just great in new chapters.