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3 min read☀️ How to Stop Worrying About Your Kid so Much
Two days ago my 27-year-old told me I'm a helicopter mom. STILL?!?!? I thought I'd stopped helicoptering like fifteen years ago. I worked really hard at it. I even wrote a blog post way back then titled "How I Gave Up My Helicopter Pilot's License." How could this be? I've thought about (almost) nothing else since this conversation. I do not want to be a helicopter parent, I know it holds kids back instead of helping them. After two days of obsession reflection, I genuinely think she meant...