Author

Lynzi Hansen

Some Women are Helicopter Moms, I’m a Hummingbird Mom

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I’ve  heard the hummingbird is the most energetic animal in the world.

If that’s true, imagine a hummingbird. Now give the hummingbird a 64 ounce Mountain Dew and a few dozen pixie sticks and then I believe you will be nearing the energy levels my son maintains 12 hours a day. Disclaimer: Before anyone calls CPS, I have never given my son Mountain Dew or Pixie Sticks, this is just how he came into the world.

When I mentioned putting my son into preschool this fall I had a good friend say, “But don’t you just want to keep him home and close for one more year?” I actually had to mask my shocked laughter because the truth is… No. I don’t.

I live in a 700 square-foot apartment and it doesn’t always mesh well with my son’s energy levels. Don’t get me wrong, my son is not naughty. He is a great little boy and a mega people-pleaser. He just happens to be the perfect storm of energy and curiosity and that doesn’t always bode well in such a small space.

My son is social and smart- he was ready for preschool. But maybe more importantly I was ready for preschool! In the mom world (as seen on Facebook) that does not feel like a popular thing to admit.  Let’s face it, amid all the #emptynester, #todaypreschooltomorrowcollege, #isthatabeardisee, my #wootwootamorningtomyselfmaybeiwillseeamovie makes me seem a little heartless!  In fact, as I sat in front of the preschool building this week watching all the other moms, packs of Kleenex in hand, waiting tearfully for the doors to open and their kids to start school, all I was thinking was,

“relax ladies, it’s preschool not Nam!”

No lie, as the kids made their single file line and walked into the school it was like surround-sound cry fest. Not wanting to be seen as the mom eager to make the 9 o’ clock showing of Pitch Perfect 2, I may or may not have… and by that I mean I totally did, fake getting choked up. It looked something along the lines of this…

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And now I feel lame! Not because I was excited and the other moms were going to use their morning in bed crying. I feel lame that I played into the sad mom syndrome. Because truth is it’s okay that I want that 3 1/2 hour break, just like it is okay that those moms want to keep their kiddos close forever. We are all so different and we need to let each other be. Maybe someday it will hit me just how much my little guy is growing up, and on that day I will probably need a hot bubble bath and a high dose Prozac, but for now I am excited for a little extra “me” time.

That night, after my ball of energy had fallen asleep I went into check on him and found that I love him more fiercely today than I did yesterday. And if that 3 1/2 hours is what I need to be a freaking awesome mom for the other 20 1/2, well then that’s okay too!

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