Tuesday, August 24, 2010
The Things We Do
What? Mess him up? Oh, heavens no!! I prayed, fussed, cried, had panic attacks over my first pregnancy. I wanted him more than anything in the world. How would I mess him up? You should see the pictures of him on my computer...I'm pretty sure I'm running out of memory just on his pictures alone. He WILL be perfect! So perfect that he will be messed up? So perfect that I will not ever leave him alone to discover his world on his own? So perfect that I won't know when to stop worrying about him? Yes, that perfect!
helicopter parent: n. - they hover closely overhead, rarely out of reach, whether their children need them or not.
Why do we do this, though? I know that I want the best for all of my children. I am hopeful for all of their bright futures. But, I can't seem to help myself to push my first born more. I want him to follow all the rules in school, while also learning all that he can. I find myself already talking to him about post-college degrees that he might like. He might like? Let's be honest...the post-college degrees are what we (the committee and I) might like. But, do I do this to my third and fourth born? Oh, no! I just enjoy watching them be who they are and frolic throughout their days.
Even I can see the disparities. I am able to evaluate that this is not fair to One-of-a-Kind. Maybe that's the problem...I think he is one-of-a-kind, which he is...no doubt. And maybe, that is what my Father feels for me. That I am one-of-a-kind, and He wants the best for me. Would He be my helicopter parent? Does He want to plan out my days so that I don't have a chance to fail?
Rather than being that helicopter parent, He allows me to move down my path making my own choices and falling into pitfalls along the way, all along hoping for the best for me. I am able to glide over peaks and valleys sometimes with ease and other times with sweat and blood, throwing my burdens and worries His way. You see, this is a life that I have been given by Him, for Him, and with Him.