I’m the helicopter mom I ‘never’ wanted to be

The thing is, when I look at them with their smooth cheeks and bright eyes, I see their soft hearts and tender innocence. The thought of them being wounded or broken or hurt feels like a knife in my heart that I just couldn't take. It's too much.

I’m the helicopter mom I ‘never’ wanted to be

I like to think of myself as fun and relaxed. I'm the one who loves to laugh and awkwardly dance in public, the one who jumped off the cliff first and who shaved her head because she felt like it. I'm the one who traveled across the world alone.

So, naturally, I thought I was going to be a really fun parent. A free spirit, spontaneous and unconcerned with dirt or danger. I'd probably raise kids who were sponsored by Red Bull because they'd be so fearless and capable.

And then I had them. And then my heart was turned inside-out and was crushed by a million tons of brick.


It turns out that when it comes to my kids, I'm not brave. It turns out a lot of the time I'm not even that fun or relaxed.

I've become more like an underpaid bodyguard.

I never wanted to be a helicopter parent, but I am one.

They have so much creativity, these children. I hope to someday channel that into saving the planet or inventing Spanx that don't cause profuse sweating, but for now it's primarily resulted in head wounds and triangle cut-outs in the table cloth.

I live in fear that my kids will run into the road, probably showing me a cool dance move or something.

Sometimes I psych myself up and say today is the day I'm going to be “chill." Then, I remember there are reasons I am not chill. I find them licking the playground equipment or inexplicably throwing rocks in the general direction of our rental van. I glance away for one second and they start hoisting themselves over the fence guarding a 70-foot drop into a rocky ravine.

Some of these things are clearly more detrimental than others…but all of them make me question their critical-thinking skills.

The thing is, when I look at them with their smooth cheeks and bright eyes, I see their soft hearts and tender innocence. The thought of them being wounded or broken or hurt feels like a knife in my heart that I just couldn't take.

It's too much.

At the park, I feel like I've got to keep my eyes on every child all the time. This would work really well if I also had four heads. The result is a stressed-out mother constantly calling for my kids. Sure, something terrible happening is highly unlikely, but even the faint whisper of that idea feels like my gut being trampled by a stampede of horses. It's too sickening for me to find my rational mind… And then I'm the helicopter parent at the park.

I'm not the cool mom like I thought. I'm the one that my son puts his hand on my arm (after I tell him not to step near the road) and says, “Mom. I'm 10" I should probably let him know that I'm going to be doing this until he's 27, just so we can all lower our expectations of my rationality.

I want to be chill and relaxed like my mother-in-law who let her kids build fires and walk to the pond a mile away to go swimming. That's the mom I dreamt of being. The “yes" mom. Sure, babe, you definitely should carve those sticks into weapons and fight each other. Also, while you're at it… Have you considered building a fort 50 feet up in that maple tree?

I don't know how to turn it off. I don't know how to let go.

I'm scared of hotdogs and cliffs and predators. I'm scared of water and sickness and some bully speaking poison to their identity.

I want to protect them the best I can, but I also want them to find their own strength, to make mistakes and to stretch their wings.

I want them to remember me fun and wild, not the stressed out and controlling.

Being a mom is hard.

Harder than I thought.

I can only hope and pray that I'm still in the process of becoming.

I can only pray that trust is something I can pursue one shaky footstep at a time. And someday when they look back on memories where “mom got all crazy because I wanted to eat my cereal with a steak knife," I hope they know, that even though I didn't always do it well or right…

I loved them more than they can ever imagine.

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My first baby and I were alone in our Brooklyn apartment during a particularly cold spring with yet another day of no plans. My husband was back at work after a mere three weeks of parental leave (what a joke!) and all my friends were busy with their childless lives—which kept them too busy to stop by or check in (making me, at times, feel jealous).

It was another day in which I would wait for baby to fall asleep for nap number one so I could shower and get ready to attempt to get out of the house together to do something, anything really, so I wouldn't feel the walls of the apartment close in on me by the time the second nap rolled around. I would pack all the diapers and toys and pacifiers and pump and bottles into a ginormous stroller that was already too heavy to push without a baby in it .

Then I would spend so much time figuring out where we could go with said stroller, because I wanted to avoid places with steps or narrow doors (I couldn't lift the stroller by myself and I was too embarrassed to ask strangers for help—also hi, New Yorkers, please help new moms when you see them huffing and puffing up the subway stairs, okay?). Then I would obsess about the weather, was it too cold to bring the baby out? And by the time I thought I had our adventure planned, the baby would wake up, I would still be in my PJs and it was time to pump yet again.

Slowly, but surely, and mostly thanks to sleep deprivation and isolation, I began to detest this whole new mom life. I've always been a social butterfly. I moved to New York because I craved that non-stop energy the city has and in the years before having my baby I amassed new friends I made through my daily adventures. I would never stop. I would walk everywhere just to take in the scenery and was always on the move.

Now I had this ball and chain attached to me, I thought, that didn't even allow me to make it out of the door to walk the dog. This sucks, I would think regularly, followed by maybe I'm not meant to be a mom after all.

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