Helicopter Parents: A Hovering Generation

previously published in SimplyKC magazine November 2011 issue

by Stacey Hatton

Have you ever checked online to see what your child is eating at the school cafeteria? Do you have a GPS tracking system on your kid’s cell phone? Or have you ever called your college-aged son’s professor and debated test scores or grades? Well, then you JUST might be a helicopter parent!

Now don’t get defensive, because let me tell you, you are not alone. Society and media sure squeeze the pressure on parents to be perfect and raise mutantly-impossible-ideal children; and if parents don’t control every move of their child’s life, the poor kid won’t develop to have a perfect life. Right?! Sound familiar? Do you know someone like this, or am I hitting a nerve?

What is a Helicopter Parent?

Margaret K. Nelson, a sociology professor at Middlebury College and author of Parenting out of Control: Anxious Parents in Uncertain Times says, “Parents are carefully guiding, shaping, and determining the contours of their children’s actions. The new parenting style consumes the lives of the parents who adopt it, often at the expense of other meaningful relationships.” She also suggests, “Parenting has gotten out of control.” Here are a few areas where parents usually display this hovercraft behavior:

Hovering Over Homework:

Interference with your child’s homework may seem necessary to some. How is my child to learn if I don’t answer their questions? They can’t simply get enough knowledge in class when the teacher/professor has her attention divided by so many students.

Of course if your child has an occasional question, you can direct them to the proper place to find the answer (if they are older), or help them problem solve if they are younger. But do you truly want your child to come to you for all the answers? It’s an easy way for the kid to get the facts (only if you actually know the correct answers).

The problem arises when the child begins to expect a parent to always help them do their homework, to keep on task, to finish it, and heaven forbid, proofread and change all errors before the teacher sees the child’s work. Zoiks! Whose work is it then?  You might as well scratch off your kids name at the top of the paper and replace it with your “John Hancock!”

This is such destructive behavior by the “hovering” parent and oodles of parents have done this. We want our kids to succeed! No one wants to see their children fail, but how else will they learn what is right and wrong? They need to learn how it feels to make mistakes, learn from them and move forward. I will always remember seeing a junior in high school crying hysterically in the hallways when she received her first A minus (EVER) on a test. No coping skills for failing is not healthy. Not that an A minus is even close to failing!!

Hovering Over Teachers:

Dr. Charles Fay, co-founder of Love and Logic, says, “One of the toughest challenges faced by today’s teachers involves working with Helicopter Parents. While they do it out of great love, these parents cripple their children by hovering over them and rescuing them from the consequences of their actions. Unwittingly, they also sabotage their children’s learning by criticizing teachers for expecting too much out of their kids.”

Another problem occurs with parents communicating directly with their child’s teacher/s, when the child should be capable of doing so. Grade schoolers through high school ought to be able to talk to their teachers about tests or grades.

Educate your child how to communicate with teachers. Build up their self-esteem, so they feel their questions are important. Plus, effective communication is a life skill which can’t be emphasized early enough.

Hovering Leading to Child Obesity:

A North Carolina State University journal titled, Helicopter Parents Can Hinder Kids Exercise (September 8, 2011), suggests this generation’s method of parenting may also be leading to the increase of overweight children in our country.

Researcher Jason Bocarro, Ph.D. from the research team reports, “Hovering is keeping kids from running around and playing with their friends and neighbors, and instead maybe sitting in front of the computer or television.” If parents are afraid of letting their children roam free through the neighborhoods and parks, then these kids will stay close to home and that usually means complacency and sedentary behaviors – unless the parents insist on more physical activity.

In past generations, kids hopped on their bikes and played until the dinner bell rang out or the street lights came on. You rarely see this anymore. I’m not suggesting let them run wild, but there has to be a happy-medium. In today’s world, parents need to be cognoscente of how helicopter parenting isn’t working.

Our children are like balloons. When we lighten our grasp, our children will soar higher. Let us all work together and remind ourselves not to tether our precious “balloons.”

Stacey Hatton, is a pediatric nurse, mother of two and freelance writer.  You can find her humor blog at http://nursemommylaughs.com

First Day of Kindergarten…A Tear Jerker?

So the first day of Kindergarten is one of those days that is bittersweet to so many of us parents.  You love ‘em dearly and know you will miss their bright sunny faces, warm surprise hugs and funny, funny, FUNNY things that come out of their mouths; but truth be known…I was ready.  Munchkin#1 was ready.  Husband was at work, so it didn’t affect his day any differently, but the girls here at the ole fort were ready for the “big transition.”  “The beginning of your school career.”  “The first day of the rest of your life!!!” K-I-N-D-Y-G-A-R-D-E-N!

Now I didn’t want to blow it up to be such a big deal that when she got there she would be like, “Where’s the candy and the ponies, Dude-Mom?”  But I didn’t want to just throw her to the lions either.  This is a big deal when you go the whole summer with Mamacita and Munchkin#2 and then go to school for the entire day!  Yes.  Full day Kindergarten and I’m sticking to it.  She will be 6 in several weeks and that girl can already read.  She needs her some school darn it!

So everyone is lined up already for the big day with the other parents and other kids in their shiny new shoes and clean backpacks awaiting the doors to open.  Parents are fake smiling, not because they aren’t glad to see you, but because they are literally holding in more waterworks than the Hoover dam and Damn if it weren’t true because ladies and gents, I tell ya the minute the youngsters were in their classes, the mom’s could have brought out the urban kayaks and floated down the halls to their cars.  So sad…

Now I am usually one of those sappy Hallmark commercial bawlers and cry when the Daddy comes home from the war and surprises his children and Lord when someone says “Move that bus!” there are tears of joy for these families; but sending my kid to kindergarten…..

***crickets chirping***

….I got nothing.  I got nothing but TIME, time, time to talk to my other child.  Finish some work.  Cook a meal.  Maybe exercise again!!   Yippee.

3:30…door opens and child is at end of line waiting for me to pick her up.  She waves and smiles.  Flood gates open, crocodile tears (ugly tears along with mucus) stream down my face.  I missed my baby girl.  She did it and she is so grown up!  So proud of the young girl she is becoming!!!  She runs into my arms and announces, “THIS WAS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!”  And of course, I wasn’t there to experience it with her.  I think I just became a mother!

All Forms of Modeling Clay or Colored Dough Are BANNED!!!

A (VERY SHORT) ONE ACT

about losing it in Motherhood

(CRAZY WOMAN dressed in all black workout attire (a slimming color, you know) throws open back door to quiet suburb, since no one in their cotton pickin’ mind would hang out in 110 degree weather.  She hollers back over her shoulder to what appears to be her children by all who are watching from their living room windows…) 

(CRAZY WOMAN is banging out placemats, napkins and various other seat cushions on the porch rails during her rant)

CRAZY WOMAN:  I’VE HAD IT!  NO MORE DOUGH OF ANY KIND!  I’ve been the nice mom for four entire years.  F-O-U-R years!!  No other moms do that.  They gave up that stuff years ago.  Or better yet, they never allowed it in their house at all.

I knew you were creative children who needed an outlet for your artistic abilities, so I kept the mess around.  And when it dried up…I faithfully bought you more!  But not this time, ladies!  Your mushy, molding days of clay are OVER!

(CRAZY WOMAN notices the multi-colored product is flying through the rails and sticking to her clothing)

CRAZY WOMAN:  Oh, great!  Now I match the kitchen floor and table.  Don’t think that I am going to clean any more of this up.  You kids need to get the vacuum out and hope you don’t suck up any of your other toys in the process!

DAUGHTER:  (Oldest daughter – age 5, begins to cry) My birthday is coming up and I wanted that new game with the molding dough.  It’s all I want for my birthday.  My birthday is RUINED!  Grandma will get it for me.

CRAZY WOMAN:  If you talk one of your grandmothers into buying you some of that stuff, it either needs to stay at their house, OR you are going to have to play with it outside.  AND I hope it doesn’t come in white.  Might be a problem finding all the pieces when it snows!

(Cell phone rings in CRAZY WOMAN’S pocket.  She answers it. Nods her head a few times.)

CRAZY WOMAN:  (much more calm, and brushes off clothing)  Honey, you can put the vacuum down.  That was our cleaning service.  They have been ringing the doorbell for 5 minutes and have been trying to come in.

CRAZY WOMAN: (heads back toward door; to daughter)  How about I get you a pony for your birthday party instead?  Wouldn’t that be awesome?!

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