said the mother who lost her 19-year-old son in a car accident to the mother who lost her 7-week-old embryo.
- helicopter parents – hover too close
- karaoke parents – try too hard to be cool
- dry-cleaner parents – drop their kids off for others to raise
- volcano parents – erupt over minor issues
- drop-out parents – let their kids down
- bullied parents – don’t stand up to their kids
- groupie parents – treat their kids like rock stars
- commando parents – let rules rule over the relationship
I have seen 1, 4, 6, and 8 in person. Mean Girls showed #2. The Nanny Diaries featured #3. I think I’ll be most tempted by 4 & 8.
courtesy of Tim Elmore
I remember when I first got my driver’s license, I couldn’t imagine how anyone ever falls asleep at the wheel — or, for that matter, eats/texts/fiddles with the radio while driving. There was so much to worry about! So much to keep track of! I would hunch over the wheel, back tense, and give it my undivided attention.
Then I got used to driving and became as drowsy as the rest of them. (A horrible game to play with yourself is to look at the faces of other drivers as you pass them on the other side of the road. They are invariably a) half-asleep, b) actually asleep, or c) looking down at their phone.)
When I imagine staying at home with a newborn and toddler, I imagine it to be full of endless stimuli. How could I ever get bored? There is so much to worry about! So much to keep track of! Parenting is such a new concept — to me, anyway — that I doubt I’ll ever lack for distraction or something to do.
Am I wrong?