When you’ve set an algorithm
For your toddlers,
They tend to lose the rhythm
Of normal codes and conduct.
You insist him to play,
What to, when to, how to;
And each move is made in your way
Why is he playing after all?
You secured him in a chamber
Away from dust mites, bacteria, strangers;
And other creatures in your eerie thoughts,
Now he’s susceptible to them all.
You gratified all his needs,
Afraid of getting him hurt.
Now he’s turned into an emotional fool
He cannot be cured.
Finally you wonder what’s wrong with him
And take him to a therapist.
Explain in far and wide ways
With tears dwelled in your eyes.
The doctor looks at you astounded
Wondering if he could say…
Dear obsessive mom,
You’re the one who needs treatment!
So, to all cosseting moms monitoring the innocent one’s,
Stop!! This ‘helicopter parenting’
Your ways of caring
Does more harm than good.
It isn’t a hard game to play, is it?
Be caring but never a sleuth.
Be the tangy one
Between sweet and sour.
Turn your coin’s sides;
Liberal yet reprimanding,
Friendly yet unbending.
Be the one, other moms wish they could be!
Dr. Alka Ram
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