Parenting from Afar

03. February 2020 Blog Posts 18

When my son was 16, he passed the notoriously difficult written driver’s exam and got his learner’s permit. He was timing it to be able to drive independently for a special event, (i.e., future date).

 

He practiced driving with an adult, and was ready early to tackle the driving portion, but two other children, my part-time job, and lots of commitments kept putting it off. Finally, I cleared my schedule, arranged for all the other balls to be caught, and cleaned out the car for the 30-mile trip to the driver’s exam office.

 

Just before I picked up my keys, I asked my son if he had the learner’s permit. He reached into his wallet, pulled out a carefully folded slip of paper, and the plan fell apart in his hands. The expiration date on the learner’s permit showed the prior week. Now he would have to take the written exam over again, wait his required weeks, and then try the driving test. We were looking at another month or two, at best.

 

Then I did what no momma should do. I took out a pen, and changed the date on that permit to the following month. We didn’t pray; I didn’t ask him what he thought we should handle it. I had an opportunity to demonstrate that we are both fallible, and life doesn’t always go according to plan. Instead, I hovered over, then swooped in and fixed the problem for him.

 

So, naturally, when I first heard the term “helicopter parent,” I knew they were talking about me.

 

A helicopter parent is someone who pays close attention to their child’s experiences and problems, overseeing every aspect of their child’s life. The term was coined in the 1990s, when I first I became a mom. (No coincidence.)

 

It is a sin not of omission (failing to do something) but of commission (trying to do too much). Of trying too hard to be a good parent. And to be fair, I wasn’t obsessive. Unlike the parents in the news over the recent college admission scandal, I wasn’t involved in intensive parenting or overparenting or even in snowplow parenting. I never wanted to completely control their lives. But to fly near, just out of conscious view, maybe drop in a casserole, or an antibiotic, or a grammar edit on occasion.

 

I read all the books, so I knew that good parenting is preparing children to figure things out for themselves, to grow their faith, as they go along in life. Hovering early on, sure, but then looking for ways to stop hovering as soon as possible. Sounds easier than it is. Now that my own kids are all in their twenties, I can see how, at times, my husband and I did a better job protecting our kids from the world than we did preparing them to lean on God as they live in its brokenness.

 

In short, I learned that we can do too much for our children. And sometimes the effect is worse than them being less self-sufficient. Sometimes it can result in them being too self-sufficient. In being too human-sufficient. And not God-dependent enough.

 

We can do too much for our children. And sometimes the effect is worse than them being less self-sufficient. Sometimes it can result in them being too self-sufficient. In being too human-sufficient. And not God-dependent enough. Click To Tweet

 

Helicopter parenting models that God isn’t enough. His promises aren’t true; He can’t be trusted. That we have to fix our own problems or they don’t get fixed at all. And that’s never what we were trying to teach them.

 

From my journal:

I still hate that I am a different mom than my children’s friends have, a different mom than what I should be for them. This is not what I had planned. All the years I avoided the risk factors, all the years taking care of myself, mean nothing now. Yet, we are all learning as we adjust to life as it is. A life not as we expected or designed, but to a life that He has graciously granted. Mostly, I am learning to depend on Him, something my do-it-yourself self may have missed without heart failure. I keep reminding myself that my job was never to expertly plan my life, but to follow the One who already has.

 

My job was never to expertly plan my life, but to follow the One who already has. Click To Tweet

 

Faith requires an acknowledgement of helplessness. After all, it is in our weakness that His power is perfected, not in our wisely-designed human rescues. By helicoptering in, by failing to model this vulnerability, we miss tangible opportunities to pass on the Big Story. And we rob ourselves and our children of chances to cling to the only One who can really rescue any of us.

 

My children live in different states. Not within driving distance. My stomach aches to see that in print. My helicopter can no longer reach their airspace. I am learning to parent from afar:

Making the most of technology – examining clothing choices and hair advice via full-length mirrors and facetime.

Meeting their friends on Instagram rather than in person.

Adjusting holidays and birthdays to convenient space on collective calendars.

Watching weather, wildfire, and active shooter reports for four locations rather than just my own.

 

Though my mothering days will never end, my helicoptering days are over. And probably for the better. Partly because I can see my early overprotective mistakes, I am trying to find peace with the distance. While I want them close to me, I’d rather have them close to Him. I prayed long ago for God to take them where they needed to be. To give them the dreams and opportunities to get them there, and give me the resilience to be good with it. I think He’s answered that prayer. Mostly.

 

For my part, I still want them closer. The empty nest is too clean, too controlled, too calm. But I am learning through these far-flung adult children and my own chronic illness, to bend my vision for how life is supposed to be. And it makes it easier to know He’s got all of us. Every day I remind myself that if the dream is containable in my frail hands, it’s not as big as God wants it to be. While all the details spill out of my grasp, I trust it is for a greater purpose.

 

My diagnosis and ongoing condition have taught me something else I wish I had known before my children were grown and gone: We all have to feel a need for God for Him to be real in our lives. If we are rescued from every trial, we won’t have that vacuum, and we risk living our lives without Him.

 

We all have to feel a need for God for Him to be real in our lives. If we are rescued from every trial, we won’t have that vacuum, and we risk living our lives without Him. Click To Tweet

 

For full disclosure, some days I still wonder what I did wrong. Why are other parents enjoying their children living here in the same community? What are mine doing so far away from me? But then I remember that prayer. And I realize that His perfect plan for them may not be to stay close. For some, God’s best for their lives may be here. For others, their charge requires separation and distance. As it did for the apostles, for Jonah, for Ruth, for Jesus.

 

So I’m focusing on not forcing my own plan. Or the plan He designed for someone else’s child. It still hurts. As John Townsend said, “A good parent will bear that pain for the sake of the child’s growth.”

 

I’m trying.

But sometimes, it sure is tempting to hop in the helicopter, or pick up the pen and fix it myself.

 

 

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18 thoughts on “Parenting from Afar”

  • 1
    Julie Knight on February 4, 2020 Reply

    Amazing and true words, Lori. You are able to share in your stories how we truly feel. Thank you.

    • 2
      Lori Ann Wood on February 4, 2020 Reply

      Thank you, Julie. We are kindred spirits in many ways. So grateful for your constant support.

  • 3
    Melissa on February 4, 2020 Reply

    So true Lori. Protecting and preparing. Get out your ruler. 🙂 We need God to help us to discern when to do the protecting and when to let go and do the preparing b/c it’s so challenging to know that. This mom of young children appreciates you sharing your thoughts.

    • 4
      Lori Ann Wood on February 4, 2020 Reply

      Ha! I didn’t have that ruler when my kids were small. I suppose that’s evident from this post! Love hearing from you.

  • 5
    Janice Grant on February 4, 2020 Reply

    Oh my! You hit me between the eyes with the helicopter parenting description. I’ve relinquished the flight controls for my adult children, but you helped me realize, I’ve switched back to the pilot seat as a grandparent.

    I love your insight and stories, Lori Ann. Keep writing, my friend.

    • 6
      Lori Ann Wood on February 4, 2020 Reply

      So glad it resonated with you, Janice. That is high praise in my books! Thanks for adding the grandparent perspective. Valuable insight!

  • 7
    Barbara Crone on February 4, 2020 Reply

    I needed this message! Our adult children have never lived near us, and sometimes that has been a tough reality to accept.

    • 8
      Lori Ann Wood on February 4, 2020 Reply

      So happy my words touched your heart, Barbara. I suppose it never gets any easier to have them live away, but at least we know they are cared for by the most capable Hands.

  • 9
    Joanne Bodner on February 4, 2020 Reply

    Lori,
    A person I admire once told me that the greatest compliment a parent can have is to raise children who are confident enough to go away if necessary to make their way in the world. She said we all would like to have our adult children live in our back yard; but, it’s much more difficult to let them go be what they were meant to be! Good job!

    • 10
      Lori Ann Wood on February 4, 2020 Reply

      Oh, Joanne! You brought a smile to my heart and a couple big tears to my eyes with this wisdom. Thank you for sharing these words. They mean so much to me and I know to others as well.

  • 11
    Wendy Hannah on February 4, 2020 Reply

    This.❤️

    • 12
      Lori Ann Wood on February 4, 2020 Reply

      Thank you, Wendy.

  • 13
    Frank on February 6, 2020 Reply

    Lori,
    Helicopters are used to herd cattle back home on large ranches. Are you saying it’s too late for plan B?

    • 14
      Lori Ann Wood on February 6, 2020 Reply

      Because of grace, it’s never too late for Plan B, Frank. Parenting never ends. Thanks for sharing!

  • 15
    Brad Grabs on February 7, 2020 Reply

    Really love your insights, Lori!

    • 16
      Lori Ann Wood on February 7, 2020 Reply

      Thank you, Brad.

  • 17
    Ginger McPherson on February 11, 2020 Reply

    Thank you for sharing! I have toddlers right now, and this article is such great food for thought. I especially loved the protecting vs. preparing approach to parenting. So good!

    • 18
      Lori Ann Wood on February 11, 2020 Reply

      Thank you, Ginger. You are in the trenches but also living perhaps my favorite phase of parenting. “The days are long but the time is short.” Blessings on your journey!

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