It's that time of year again. Our kids go back to school and we go back to having a life. This season of new glue sticks and shiny uniforms makes me a little bit sad, especially now that my marriage has fallen apart.
I often say that I have never actually met a helicopter parent. At least not one who describes themself that way. Everyone KNOWS a helicopter parent -- one who hovers and intrudes and smothers -- but they are always someone ELSE.
I can't say that anymore.
You are bigger than I am, and way stronger than I am, and you do a spectacular impression of someone who is ready to face the world -- but every once in a while you will let me see glimpses of the imp with the Dutch boy haircut who needed me.