Last night, I was enjoying my hour of relaxation and Facebook stalking after my wild one went to bed. I was nodding off, when a video post caught my eye. The video showed several mothers and their children playing at the park. One mother was eyeing the others determining who had the potential to be her next mom-BFF. As the moms chased and parented their kids, she labeled them (i.e. The Laid Back Mom, The Helicopter Mom, The Normal Mom). Of course, as soon as she spotted the ‘Normal Mom,' she hurried over to chat. This is a notion that I have seen displayed in nearly every girl’s night movie, so after a few seconds, I scrolled on down. Yet, much to my surprise, that silly video got my mind reeling. What kind of a mom was I … now?
A few months ago, I would have said I was a devote Helicopter Mom. After all, from the moment I saw my daughter, I was there. My daughter could not sneeze, blink, coo, or eat without me hovering just above. If you held her, I was beside you. If you fed her, I was there helping you burp her. I was that parent that often heard “just wait until you have another, then you won’t mind,” or “she’ll be fine mom, give her some space.” Space? I worked for that tiny bundle of joy for nearly two years, carried her for 9 months, and have purses larger than her, but I should give her space? I’ll pass. Space was not something I was capable of.
Still, a few months before my daughter became ill, I found myself giving her a little more wiggle room. I tried to push myself to let her do tasks on her own, make friends with children at the park, and even fall down. I was starting to find myself in a sweet spot… right in-between Helicopter and Normal Mom. That was, until I found myself running down the road with a tiny limp body in my arms, rushing to the ER clasping a hand that wasn’t hugging back, and after a week of hell… hearing the word tumor.
Now, I’m more than a Helicopter Mom. Please notice though, that I didn’t say ‘worse than’ a Helicopter Mom, because honestly, I have never viewed that label as a bad one. We are who we are. Laid Back Moms, Helicopter Moms, Normal Moms, who cares. We are moms parenting in the only way we know how. We are reacting to our children, our very different children. So, there will be days when each of us are all of these moms. There will also be phases in life when we are needed to be a mom that we didn’t even know existed.
Like the mom I am now, a Jetpack Mom.
As a Jetpack Mom, I have been to hell and back with my child and I am not going anywhere. I will be at her side, lifting her up, moving her forward, until she can do so herself. I will remove her from harm, keep her with me, and fight for every moment. I will never be ashamed and I will never be sorry. I will simply be what she needs me to be. When her needs change, so will my title. Yet, until then, I am happy to play this role. I am proud to be a Jetpack Mama. Although I yearn for the days when I can be back in my sweet spot, I’ll be grateful for these days too. So, whatever title you are rockin’ today mom, just know that it’s okay. Your little one will let you know when it’s time for a change.
All My Love,
The Original Jetpack Mama