Beware of helicopter parenting But not for the reasons you’ve been told…

As I walked into the kitchen I was greeted with the buttery, sweet aroma of fresh pancakes. Scenes of slight chaos played out on the bench top as ingredients from the fridge and the pantry lay scattered on top of each other, mindlessly thrown to the side with the apparent belief that if you continue to ignore them they will disappear, better yet put themselves away,

I was prepared to overlook the mess, not just because the smell of the pancakes was so overwhelming but it was my 16-year old son cooking. And he was preparing the pancakes for his girlfriend.

He had already laid out a tray of Tim-Tams, Doritos and salsa, two slabs of chocolate and a 1.25 litre bottle of Coke Zero. It was abundantly clear to me that I have taught him to show his love via food and sadly also that all my speeches on nutrition had fallen on deaf ears.

Aside from the fact that he was preparing a feast that would fill the average person’s sugar quota for around eight months, I was ridiculously proud of my child. He had been down to the shops on his bike, bought all the ingredients with money he had earned at work and even promised to clean up at some stage.

Watching this independent young man prepare food for his girlfriend it was hard to believe that there was ever a time he wasn’t so capable and self-sufficient. In fact there were odds on that he wouldn’t turn out quite this thoughtful and autonomous.

You see I was that most dreaded of mothers – the helicopter parent. When my son was younger I hovered, at a startlingly close distance. I was the mother who wrote little notes on the lunches I packed for him, I helped him traverse the world, I rushed out of work and took his soccer uniform to school if he forgot it in the morning. I helped him with his homework and I picked him up when he fell. I loved him intensely and closely. I still do. But I have had to vacate the helicopter.

I read a lot about the apparent dangers of helicopter parenting, the literature told me that I would produce a nightmare adult. One who was not resilient, one who could not flourish in my shadow. Everything I read said that I was creating a problem for society in a child who was unable to do things himself. As I read I watched my child grow and develop into a caring, resilient and assured child. I was proving them wrong.

I know this to be true when I see him out in the world as he crosses the threshold from child to adult. A more able, confident and caring young man you would be hard pressed to find. But I began to realise there was something they hadn’t mentioned in the articles telling me to stop swooping in and saving him. They never told me how dangerous helicopter parenting is for the parent. When you are forced to land.
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My son is 16 now and it’s not just his sheer height that means I can no longer fly so close. He is autonomous individual who doesn’t need me there in the way he used to. He needs his mates, his girlfriend, his ever-extending social circle. He needs his teachers, his sports instructors, his youth leaders, his employers. Sure he needs his parents, but in a completely different way than he needed us before.

So what happens to the helicopter parent who has to abandon her vehicle?

I miss my boy although he is obviously still a huge part of my life; he’s just not a little boy, I miss my child although he will always be my son and he still lives in the bedroom next to mine. I miss helping him learn to navigate his life although when I see the way he treats his girlfriend and the way he navigates his life, his friendships and his work, I know my husband and I have done what was needed of us.

I don’t regret a single step I took on his journey from fragile, premature baby to accomplished, confident teen. I don’t regret swooping in and saving him because he has learned to do that swoop himself, I don’t regret devoting my life to him because, in many ways, he is my life.

But that’s the problem. A little part of my life is growing away from me and although I know that my role as a parent is to prepare him not to need me, I am a pilot without a helicopter.

I’ll always refute the fact that helicopter parenting produces children who can’t do things for themselves because I’ve seen that it’s not true. But I do wonder if I would have done things differently if I had realised that while it’s great for the child, at the end of the journey it’s not ideal for the parent.

On the plus side, he can now cook for me. And that’s almost worth being grounded for. Almost.

 

Comments

  1. Feel free to come and hover over me Lana, particularly if you are bringing chocolate 🙂

    Also you should be proud of your son, he is clearly growing into a wonderful young person and you get a lot of the credit for that.

  2. Lana, you have done a great job. I can so much relate to this. You would see parallels in everything you said to my relationship with my son. And it is incredibly hard to let go. I’m just 10 years further along. The enjoyment of stepping back and watching is tenfold of everything you put in the early years. But I agree, we miss what we had too. But I guess it is chapters of life. Xx

  3. Hi Lana,

    Long story short my cat Igor has gone missing and I saw ur post on the lost and found page.
    Reading ur story about parenting ur now 18 year old son and doing the numbers could it be E and I looked after both of u 18 years ago?

    Would be lovely to hear from u.
    Gabriele

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