The kindergarten classrooms had a fun bracelet making station that Troy and I decided to check out. He made himself a bracelet from an orange pipe cleaner and blue on orange beads. GO BRONCOS! I found myself reaching over to help numerous times. Or reaching for the color he needed next. I was totally being THAT helicopter mom.
I hate helicopter parenting. I am not the mom that follows my toddler around the playground in fear he might step on a rogue pebble or fall off the beam that sits 6 inches above ground. I feel it is important for kids to discover the world in their own way and for them to test their physical limits. Granted, I am not going to let my small child climb an 8 foot chain link fence or jump off a platform 10 feet in the air. I do believe in safety. My child going down a slide while I watch from the sidewalk and cheer him on is safe. If he lands on his butt at the bottom, I am there if he needs me. More than likely, he will get a confused look on his face, process what happened, and then get up to it again. In that rare (and awful) chance he gets hurt, I am right there to get him the help he needs. KIDS GET HURT.
So why I am reaching for my son's hands to help him put beads on a pipe cleaner? Why am I handing him the beads when he has full motor functionality to grab them himself? I wasn't in any hurry. He wasn't asking for help. What was I doing?
So I busied myself making my own bracelet. If he needed help, he knew I was right next to him. I encouraged him when he showed my his progress and I showed him the pink and white bracelet I was making. He really seemed to enjoy me doing the project with him and seemed more relaxed when I eased off his project.
It really reminded me that I need to pay attention sometimes. I don't want to be a helicopter and it doesn't benefit my kids. So I am clipping my blades.
I even let both the kids carve their own pumpkins...with kid safe knives...while I looked on and encouraged them. And I helped them when they asked for it.