A class above the rest?

I always call myself a helicopter mom. Then, I read this article. Well worth my time. I am not their definition of the helicopter mom; I am just involved. I do push things, I do say things I shouldn't. I do have some boundaries and lines I try not to cross. I love how the experts are trying to tell us how to be good parents, that true love is scientifically possible, and the obvious things are good for us. They crack me up, but then maybe it isn't obvious to the world.

Lily made a book for a school assignment. I let her make it. Her words, her pictures, her decoration and design. I helped bind it with the yarn in the book kit. I didn't even help her glue. She read it to her class herself. Then I put it in the book box for her classmates to read, and there I saw 3 other books "made" by the other kids. I'm pretty sure kids don't write like that. Or cut like that. No child-like marks at all. Totally mom projects. For a moment, I felt a twinge of shame over Lily's creation. But the moment passed and I was proud of HER work and effort and happy to see her beam over what truly was hers. It's only kindergarten, but if I do it now, she may expect me to review and rewrite her college papers too. Then where would we be. No. She will have her confidence, and it will be grand.

Here is my favorite quote found on page 3, but don't take my word for it:

"With children," he argues, "they need that space not to be entertained or distracted. What boredom does is take away the noise ... and leave them with space to think deeply, invent their own game, create their own distraction. It's a useful trampoline for children to learn how to get by."