I briefly, for one second, caught myself being a helicopter mom.In all non-defense to myself, it was our first time playing at the mall.
Rori had crawled through a tunnel and finding herself absolutely bewildered in the middle of the play yard -she sat down to watch the fun. Me, seeing the gigantic kids uncontrollably flying about, kicked into protective mom mode and ran (more like walked three feet) to my totally fine child.
Immediately the notion that I was now the gigantic one on the playground sank in. And appalled that I would ever be a parent who hovers over my child and shrinks their growing world - I quickly be-lined it for the side where - interestingly enough - all the normal parents were.
That's the end of that story and hopefully the end of my hovering.