And I don’t get why that term is so derogatory. Yes, I may be a bit crazy at times. I may get upset if I have to miss a field trip or a class party when Leah goes to school. My heart skips a beat if I look away for a moment and lose my visual of Leah at the playground. And Dave and I recently vetoed a trip to the city with his Dad.
Still, though, I refuse to see my hyper vigilant ways as a bad thing. My children are safe, and well adjusted. There will come a day when Leah rolls her eyes over not being allowed to go to the mall by herself yet, and she will whine about me making her take Driver’s Education before I let her take the road test. But I do it because I love my babies more than life itself. I never want anything bad to happen to them and I have a lot of ground rules to keep them safe.
So, call me a helicopter parent if you must. Roll your eyes, whisper to your mom friends and judge away. I can only parent the way I know best, and this is it.