I will be the first to admit that I am a total helicopter parent. I do hover around Little Man too much sometimes. I think its partially just my nature-I want to protect him, keep him safe and from harm. Partially because I came to motherhood so late in life (well, actually not that late, but later than I had originally planned). Partially because of what happened to him before he became my little man (which I hope he has no conscious memories of) that I just want to love him, hug him squeeze him and make the big bad world go away. Then there is the working mommy guilt thing.
I also worry constantly about him, with him being so fearless. I worry about him getting hurt, especially when he does his best monkey impression. I have been told time and again that boys will be boys, but I would like to think that my boy is different. I want him to grow up happy healthy and well adjusted.
I fear that my constant hovering may hamper this, but so far so good. He told me tonight that he is growing up now. It tugged at my heartstrings (and broke them a little bit too) I love him being 6 and am trying to enjoy every minute of it.
Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity. Margaret D. Nadauld
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