Have I turned into a Helicopter Mom?
Ask any one of my family members or friends and they will tell you that I am not typically the type of mom who coddles her children. When one of my boys falls, I tell him to get up and keep running. My kiddos (no more babies here) play in the tub while I grab their jammies and throw yet another load of laundry in the dryer. My half dozen even explore the playground while I watch close by, not once hovering over them. No band aids unless they’re bleeding and that bump? Eh, he’ll be fine.
I’ve never been a helicopter mom.
I’ll admit that I’ve always thought those helicopter moms were a bit paranoid. Lately, though, keeping all of my brood more close by than normal, making sure they stay in our front yard when playing outside, jumping at every little whimper or whine, running to them when they fall even though they’re not hurt or in danger, I feel like I can better understand why some moms hover.
I know that each of my children’s lives is in the hands of our Father and that I have no need to be paranoid or worried, but it’s nice to be reminded…
“Are not two sparrows sold for a copper coin? And not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father’s will. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.”