With the exception of the absence of the South End Rowing Club, and swimming in the bay year-round, I am an ex-New Yorker San Franciscan who still believes that New York kicks San Francisco's ass in every way around the clock. As such, I still subscribe to four New York-originating or oriented publications, one of which is the New York Observer. The publication has changed a lot since the 90s, when it came in two sections printed on salmon-colored paper, and it was nearly a moonlighting-job effort to get through on a weekly basis, because the articles were lengthy. Jim Kramer (booyah!), Candace Bushnell (Sex in the City), and Ron Rosenbaum were complemented by bon mots baked up by Nick Paumgarten, Alex Kuczynski, and others. Reading it religiously in the 90s made me an apex of urban information living in Gotham. Reading it now makes me something of an elitist sentimentalist. So be it.
One of the contributors on the roster is Richard Kirshenbaum, who once had the hottest ad agency in the universe, and sold it for a gazillion dollars (gazillion for advertising, not finance or tech money), and has gone on to start a few other very successful agencies. He's kind of a hero to me: when I took (the one) class in advertising at the SVA back in the 90s, he spoke to us one night at his agency. He was cool, rich, creative, and young: everything one moves to NYC to become.
Richard is a great writer. Not Tolstoy great, but with such style and panache he could write about frog dissection and I'd read it. His column details the exploits and indulgences of the Very Monied Class of NY and the world (which are coterminous, really), and last week he wrote about the 'helicopter parents' of that strata. (Of course there it's called "G5" parenting.) In an aside from his main narrative, he asks a child psychologist what is the measure and mission of good parenting, to which he receives the response, "preparing them for separation."
As a parent of two girls whom I treasure more than anything else in life, I could not agree more. For the longest time I thought the answer to the question was something like 'delivering good, useful adults to the world' or 'making productive citizens' or some such utilitarian cocktail. But to focus on that momentary transition from dependent critter to independent agent in the world puts a finer point on the definition, and a finite endpoint to the campaign of parenthood. Assuming there's a timer on your influence with your kids, what are you going to focus on?
Helicoptering our kids is buying into fear, and it is a sad consolation for having a real life. Helicoptered kids learn less about life. Almost all of our modern heroes came from under-parented children who worked things out on their own.
Let your kid climb that bar and fall.
Say no to their whining and wanting everything.
Let them be bored out of their minds.
Punish them if they 'demand' the screen.
Let your kids get it wrong.
Let them fight and lose.
When they come home at the end of the day, love them, support them, help them through their trials and not around them.
At the dinner table, in the garage, at the market. Anywhere but circling overhead in the sky.