Hello. My name is Alyson. And I'm an "airplane-copter".
I realized, while in the mountains with family and friends this past weekend, that I have become a total lunatic when it comes to my kids. Seriously. I've turned into that wanna-be super-Mom who isn't any fun, is stressed all the time and sucks the life right out of everyone around her. I'm a total helicopter-mom; or, as my son would say an "airplane copter". UGH! (click here to find out if you are too!)
It came to me when I went out sledding with hubby and kid. My baby boy decides that he wants to go down the hill from the very (steep) top instead of in the middle where I, naturally, assumed that we would use as our little launching pad. Heart in throat and hand in hand, we walked to the top of the hill where I promptly decided that it was just too steep. I headed back down so that I could slow him down "just in case", while hubs stayed at the top to propel our perfectly-bodied, sweet little innocent baby boy (who is almost 3).
As soon as he started hurling (I'm talking mock speed here, people) down the hill, I braced myself to slow him down, saving the day because he'd be so terrified and scared and totally needing me to do so ... Check out the video to see how well that worked out for us.
Imagine my complete HORROR when watching my husband and son, side by side in two different sleds, going down from the top of the hill ..... until the image changed to my dear husband totally flying down the snow and my son literally ROLLING behind him - let me give you the visual: boy - sled - boy - sled - boy - sled. Until he slowed down enough for me to see him in a little pile:
LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY.
Yes, I admit that I flew off the handle until the initial shock wore off and I recognized the fact that my son was unharmed and really had a great time with his Dad. While I was in the house. Doing my own thing.
A-HA! Talk about an enlightening moment.
One of the things that I love about our vacations and getaway weekends is that we're more open to trying new things. New foods, different cultures, fun activities ... I don't want to squash that inquisitive and adventurous side of my son - even though it seems that I've been doing exactly that to myself.
We took Mr. Man for his first ski lesson the next day and he just loved it. While doing an on-camera "interview" recap in the lodge, snacking on a bagel (sports and food - his two favs), he told me that he wanted to do another lesson. Then it went like this:
Him: Not THAT teacher. She's too slow. MOMMY be the teacher. I wanna go fast."
Perhaps, it's not too late for me after all.
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