A letter to a daughter…
Where’s the love? On Valentine’s day, I stumbled upon a blog from a mother to her daughter. I read it and thought that is was beautiful. Then I read the comments and was irritated by many of them. Yes, the letter may have been a little over the top to some, but it’s her letter to her daughter….who are we to judge?
It’s sad she would be called obsessive, disturbing, and completely neurotic for bonding with and loving her daughter. I could relate to so many of the things she said. This woman gave birth to her only child. She was scared to death when she was told the child would die of Leukemia. Yes, she found out it was a mis-diagnosis, thank goodness, but she still has a serious disease. I am sure the fears never fully went away. These things makes your love stronger. If you have never experienced grief, fear, loss, or childhood illnesses, be thankful! We all travel our own journey which makes us who we are. In my eyes, she is a loving mother on so many counts. We need more of her in this world. I wish I could reach her to talk to her about being a foster parent. There are kids all over America who just want to be loved. She would make a great foster mom. She has a lot of love to share.
Having had an only child for 6 years, I can totally relate. My daughter was and still is my miracle baby. I still tell her that now, 10 years later! I was terrified when I lost her twin early on. I lived in fear I’d lose them both. In the end having preeclampsia was dangerous for the both of us. We survived. She was teeny tiny, a preemie. A fighter. My miracle. I’m allowed. Maybe all of this makes me have a deeper appreciation. I DO. I don’t take any of it for granted. And, it doesn’t make me crazy!
I am not afraid to admit I am sort of a hellicopter parent. Do I really have a choice these days?! Seriously. However, I am happy to report that on the hellicopter quiz I scored a 13….”nice job”. So, I guess that means I am doing ok! Yes, I love her to death. Would do anything for her. Worry about her all the time. She is my world. This goes for all of my kids. It doesn’t matter if you’ve given birth or not. Why do people think that it does?! It would still rip your heart out if something happened to them! You love them all, to infinity and beyond as my boys like to say, unconditionally.
This does not make me insane, obsessive, disturbing, or neurotic. It makes me caring, loving, and bonded! We’re connected. I want my kids to know they are loved. Always.
To those who could see nothing but the negative……you may be missing out on the small things in life…which are the big things!
Look for me in the sky…..hovering ever so slightly.
Have you been called a hellicopter parent? Know any? Would you change a thing? How would you describe your parenting? What did you score on the quiz?