Dear Kindergarten Teacher: We're the 'Helicopter Parents' People Joke About -- But There's a Reason
"Please accept my apologies, but I promise we mean well. We truly do."
Dear kindergarten teacher,
I feel the need to introduce myself. And honestly … I need to go ahead and apologise for my wife and me.
As soon as we walk out the door tomorrow you will see that tow headed, blue-eyed sweet little boy shyly pausing in the back of the line. He’s mine. He is about to stick his hand out to introduce himself, and say “Hello Ma’am,” and it will be the first time in his life he’ll say it without me behind him. And tomorrow, while exciting for him — is soul-crushing for me.
For that, I do apologize. The front seaters of every Parent/Teacher conference, likely even the president/VP of your PTA. But kindergarten teacher, what I need you to know is that we went to war with this little boy, and there’s still blood and torn flesh on our armour. We are, and forever will be the “Helicopter Parents” you read about in your textbooks.
We taught him to eat. Twice.
We taught him to talk. Twice.
We taught him to walk. Twice.
I have watched his heart stop, three times.
I pray that you never know what a child looks like in a Pediatric ICU room with 65 people crowded around his lifeless body, but that’s where our overprotective PTSD all began.
We call the big one down the middle, a zipper. He’s quite proud of it, be cautious with how the other kids discuss it. He’s proud of it now — But if you let another kid steal that pride, you will hear our parental helicopter blades ripping through the air and over the ridge expeditiously.
His lips get blue when he’s cold, but he’s ok. He twists his toes over each other when he gets nervous, but he’s just thinking through it. He has a strange tendency to put his fingers in his nose when he gets shy but immediately retracts them when caught.
Source: Jeremy S./World of Broken Hearts
He says yes ma’am, and yes sir upon inquiries from adults. He still believes in Santa, and that he will one day marry his mum. Although he has been on the front stage of all things evil in this world, he doubts even its existence. His heart, while physically still broken — Is amazingly whole. And pure.
He is almost reading. In fact, he is so frustrated that he cannot read “all the words,” I would imagine he will have his ears and eyes fixed on you as you start teaching them. He will dish out tons of hugs and has this kissing thing going on right now that, even mum and I agree, is a little weird. He even has the smooch sound down perfectly. He just learned to ride a bike without training wheels and will tell you all about it. He is an excellent fisherman and loves to help people with their tasks.
We do not talk to him a lot about it all anymore. The medical team has done everything they can. The next step would be a heart transplant but hopefully, we have decades more with him, we also know it could be only years. Don’t make him have to talk about it for me. That’s a daddy conversation, please.
He will miss a few days of your class, but I promise you his mum and I will do double time on make-ups at home. He might even miss a day or two around duck, and dove seasons, but you can direct that frustration straight to me, as mum will share in your disdain.
I know you are skilled, schooled, and willing. I also know you are capable.
We build things in my house. We’ve rebuilt this sweet little boy too many times to count. If you need something — I’m your guy. We can build anything. Literally.
I only ask one favour. I do not care how fast he does this, or how well he does that. As long as he treats others well, shares his soul and gets home every day with the same sweet, fragile heart — He will get the rest in due time.
Long story short, He is my best friend in the world. My wife and I have done everything in our power to do best by him. We trust you will do the same.
Sincerely-
The Helicopter Parents.
This post was written by Jeremy S of World of Broken Hearts on CafeMom and republished here with permission.
