The week with my daughter in Dallas was supposed to be a vacation for my son and me, but it felt more like a family intervention for my helicopter momism. Before I left, my husband taped a Zits comic strip about a helicopter mom on my son's computer.
Some of the highlights of the intervention were when my daughter pointed out at the hair salon where she had arranged for our haircuts that I often tried to eavesdrop on my son's conversations. She noticed that while he was busy chatting with the cute 20-year-old girl that was cutting his hair, I was obviously trying to hear what he was saying. Busted, caught in the act, okay I admit it, but I love listening to him talk and it is hard to let go.
My daughter told me that I have no social skills. She pointed out that when she introduced me to a friend that I was polite but didn't say much, while her little brother made witty little comments that are so easy for him, especially when cute older girls are around.
Since she is really good in sales and training and things that require good social skills she says she notices that her little brother has some of these same skills and she thinks with these skills and his ability to learn technical skills quickly that he should try to get a part time job at a cell phone store or computer store while going through school because she thinks the experience using these skills will really help him in life. I had told her I didn't want him to work while he went through school because of his endurance issues. But he is only 12. I don't have to worry about that for a while.
There was more, but I have to go.
