How I hate to let go!

I am not one of those helicopter mom who hovers over her child all the time, but I do hate to let go, and I have to learn how.

During a Pocono vacation we were all set to go out for lunch at a stylish joint. I was dressed in a long cashmere coat and high boots, when Anna, then a 9 year old begged to go snow tubing. Just a look at the slippery slope, and I was prepared to follow Anna to the end of the world. 


Slipping and sliding all the way in my four inch high boots, I clung to the tire as we were hauled up. A foolish smile on my face hid the mortal terror I felt at the knowledge that any misstep with the fancy boots may result in my rolling down the hill.

Anna gave a cheery wave, jumped on the tube and zoomed down the hill, while I clung on to the tube for dear life. My butt was stuck in the middle and my legs were up in the air, and I had a horrible grimace on my face. All the way down I was thinking that sometimes it’s a good idea to let go of your kids; great time for them to have fun in the snow and cold, while you snuggle up to your husband in the car. And the cashmere coat, the stylish boots remain undamaged!