How un-helicopter mothers parent, part deux

1, 2, 3 Tae Kwon do

Jane: Jeezus Keerist, what the hell are you guys doing? Stop! Stop right now!

Cinder: Mom! It’s sooo much fun!

Jane: If you’re going to keep on doing that, go down into the basement so I can’t see it. Go! Now!

Cinder to friend: C’mon, let’s go.

Friend: She really means that? We can keep on doing this in the basement?

Cinder: Yeah. But—like, if there’s blood or someone seriously gets hurt, she’s going to be massively pissed.

Friend: How pissed?

Cinder: Like epically pissed.

Friend: What will she do to us?

Cinder: Lecture-lecture-lecture-lecture-blah-blah-blah. It’s awful.

Friend: Would she get bandaids first?

Jane: I’m right here. Listening!

Cinder: Well, what will you do if there’s blood?

Jane: Lecture-lecture-lecture-lecture-blah-blah-blah until your ears fall off. Then I’d go get the bandaids. So—no blood.

Friend: I’m never really sure if your mom’s really cool or kind of weird.

Cinder: Me neither. Let’s go before she really thinks about this and changes her mind.

 

Boxing gloves in use in a professional kickbox...

A. You don’t want to know what they were doing. I’m still pretending I didn’t see it.

B. There was no blood. Thank the gods. More miraculously, I don’t think they broke anything…

C. The Cinder knows his mother well, doesn’t he? Yup. He sure does.

 

Photo 1 via Zemanta: 1, 2, 3 Tae Kwon do (Photo credit: Claudio.Ar). Photo 2 via Wikipedia. And what they were doing… way worse.

32 thoughts on “How un-helicopter mothers parent, part deux

  1. Cinder can definitely predict his mother’s behavior. But, I like the fact that he can’t determine if you’re “cool or kind of weird.” I too hope to be labeled somewhere between the two. Just think, there are far worse things kids could say about their mothers!

  2. I am with you on having them do stuff like this out of my eye viewing. If I don’t see it, it doesn’t exist. Also loved the talk there ears off until they bleed part, because that is so me, too!! Great post Jane 🙂

  3. Yes, they do know us well. I am way too used to the fighting and horsing around because I have 3 boys. I too sometimes tell them that they are “on their own” when they are wrestling or whatever and to come get me when there’s blood.

    • Hey, I’m trying to comment on your blog today and I’m being eaten. This is what I’m trying to say: I’ve promised my children that when they are teenagers, I will never, ever complain when they sleep in until 2 p.m. Never.

      A few months ago, I had to go away for 2-nights-3-days on a work thing — first time since the third was born, I think — and the absolutely best thing about the trip? The morning lay-in. Oh yes. Even better than the uninterrupted night-s sleep. 🙂 To many more! xoxo

  4. Wow your house sounds soo like ours! I can imagine myself saying the exact same things to my kids. I find myself pretty hard to describe in terms of parenting-style, but “un-helicopter” does the job well!

    • It’s a useful phrase, ain’t it? I detest the phrase “helicopter parenting”; honestly, I think most parents so branded truly aren’t–like all of us, everyone does the best they can given their circumstances etc.–but un-helicopter parentings is a useful label for some of the stuff that happens at this house of chaos and permissiveness…

  5. I hope I’m that chill when my kids get older. I suspect that if I’m not, my husband will pour me a glass of wine and hook me up with a movie and snack in another room. Sometimes boys have to be allowed to be boys – but I don’t want to see it!

  6. I’m dreisappointed. Really. I am a boy, you have to tell us, in detail, what they were doing exactly.
    It will make a very interesting blog. Tell it like you are describing telling your husband maybe? 😉

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