You’ve heard of helicopters right? They are those things only used by traffic reporters, hospitals, rich people, and action movies. Maybe it is because they are smaller, but it seems like there are so few of them, especially compared to their big brother, the airplane.
For sure airplanes have their own problems, with the crashing in oceans, and customers not really liking their getting hauled out of them for no reason and the overcrowding. Not to mention the fact that they are so expensive to get on, get bags on, and eat food on. I don’t know if you know this, but airplanes are one of the few things that have gotten way worse with age.
When my parents were my age, TV’s were black and white and certainly not even HD. They didn’t have Netflix, 500 channels that had nothing on, DVR’s, or BluRay’s. TV’s vastly improve every generation. But airplanes were the bomb diggity (though you aren’t allowed to say that in an airport), back then.
They had stewards and stewardess that actually cared about you, they had legroom for people over 4 foot 2, they had full Thanksgiving sized meals that were included in the ticket and you were allowed to put some luggage in the overhead bins.
You know what else has gotten worse over time? Parents. I had some overbearing ones from time to time when I was growing up. They somehow insisted that I go to bed before 3 am, and made me wash my hands sometimes. Overbearants!
Nowadays, though there are these helicopter parents though. No, they didn’t get their helicopter’s license, they got their micromanager license. From the day, their kid is born, they aren’t feeding them food, they are feeding them data. From math before they get to sleep in their first crib, to science before they will give them a bite of food, these parents are overwhelming their kids with schedules.
I was lucky when my mom made me wear my seat belt when I was young. These kids are strapped to their desks, computers and notebooks by the time they take their first breath. They can pass a physics exam easier than a friend test.
These kids know what fun is at an early age, but only because their moms and dads forced them to memorize the dictionary and it just happens to be in the first half.
I can’t even imagine wanting to fight for any free time more than I could breathe. I just wonder what these helicopter parents expect their kids to do once they graduate from college when they are 8. I mean, do their kids have to be their own lawyers on their journey to the Supreme Court to fight for their ability to be lawyers when they are 9?
What do they do when they are ready to retire at the age of 35, and haven’t figured out what 35 year old retirees are supposed to do?
I mean, I was ready to retire at 35, but that is because I’m lazy and being retired is going to allow my laziness techniques to get better…sharper…slower.
I can’t even imagine what my bitterness level would have been at if I had helicopter parents with their micromanagement licenses. I would have probably slept in until 4:30 am just to make them mad.
And I would have used my writing ability to write a blog. About bitterness and helicopter parents. See how I didn’t need helicopter parenting to turn out how I did?
Bitter Chopper Ben