What the Heck is a Helicopter Parent Anyway?

06/17/2009


First there were stage moms, then deadbeat dads, then soccer moms. And now we have "helicopter parents," who I at first thought were lazy parents. I figured this was yet another parental-guilt movement, suggesting that helicopter parents are those who ignore their kids unless forced to swoop in and zap a problem, Rescue 911 style.


I had to find out, so I looked it up. Turns out it’s the exact opposite of what I thought: A helicopter parent is someone who can’t let kids figure things out for themselves.


These are parents who literally hover over kids, blades whirring, directing their every move via megaphone. And, according to umpteen news reports, they are perpetuating codependency, enabled by cell-phone calls,  instant messaging, e-mail, and other 24/7 technologies.


It starts with obsessing about getting your kids into the right preschool programs and grade schools, and, the theory goes, becomes a slippery slope to constant calling and texting to check that they’ve shown up for the right class at the right time, turned in their homework, and  landed the top score on their math test.


These parents circle over teachers and school administrators as well. They relentlessly e-mail and call the authorities when their children get sub-par grades or don’t make advanced-placement classes. Some schools are caving: St. Olaf College, for example, introduced a “Hi Mom” webcam. But other schools are pushing back, with teachers setting boundaries regarding when and about what they can be reached.

The question I have is this: Who is setting boundaries on children’s behalf?


I fully agree that children need their parents to care for them, teach them, support them, and encourage them. But, especially as kids get older, they need to start testing things out for themselves. Or, to put it another way that most parents don’t want to hear (myself included), children need to start making mistakes.


I know that for me, it’s taken total mess-ups to get me motivated. I’m thinking specifically of 10th and 11th grade algebra and chemistry. I’d done well academically to that point, but absolutely bombed those courses because I just didn’t see the point (how would I ever use k3 + 4k2 + 4k = -1k3 + 10k or moles CO2 = 454 g x 1 mol/44.01 g = 10.3 moles in my daily life?). As a result, I was close to blowing my college chances, which my parents pointed out. It was then that I decided to change my ways and study -- because I understood that it was up to me to determine my future.


But what if a helicopter parent does all that work for you? If they’re finishing your homework for you, calling the teacher to hike your grade, perhaps even texting answers on the test, how are you going to learn what you need to do to make the grade?


There's got to be a better parenting mode: Jeep parenting maybe? Sounds more adventurous, but no. Too many carbon emissions. And it could promote even closer kid tracking. I think a better model is “pedestrian” parenting. By this I mean that, instead of hovering, you’re always walking a few steps behind your children,  ready to help pick them up if they fall, being available if they call for you, and—if you see them faltering—suggesting (but not dictating) which routes to take.


And this brings me to the crux, well several cruxes, of my anti-helicopter-parent rant:


 

  • We learn from our children, sometimes much as they do from us. Boys, in particular, are apt to teach their parents about enjoying life and working smart, rather than hard, according to a recent psychological study by Dutch researcher Annette Roest. And, more generally, because our children’s personalities are so different—my three-year-old boys’ Oscar-and-Felix dynamic  is proof—they teach us that different people need different things from life.

  • Controlling others is never a good thing. As a former editor of a psychology magazine, I can attest that a  recurrent research theme is the need for people to take control of their own lives; letting others take control is a recipe for depression, substance abuse, and (ugh) possibly 30-year-olds moving back in with their parents.

  • It’s not, and shouldn’t be, all on parents to raise our children. I don’t mean to dredge up Hillary Clinton’s “It Takes a Village” here, but I do believe that raising children is more successful when a community gets involved. There are times, here in the city, when passers-by cast disapproving looks as one of my three-year-old twins darts off street-ward. Boy could we use their help, instead of their raised eyebrow.


 And boy would there be less likelihood of helicopter parenting if other adults pitched in. Because when it comes down to raising the future generation, aren’t we all in this together?


Bridget Murray Law, aka cyberchondriac, is a writer, health site freak, green-challenged (but trying), over-cluttered-and-attempting-to-purge mother of toddler twin boys. She is nuts about rare shrubs but lives in the city.

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