I always, always have thought my mother was overprotective. I remember as an adult, her wanting to talk to my employer about some difficulties I was having with the company. I actually had to work pretty hard to stop her from doing it too.
I was in my mid-20’s, and she wanted to talk to my boss. Yep, that’s my Mom. Wanting to make sure everything was perfect for her daughter. Of course, I saw it as being controlling and over-protective.
And then I became a mother. Really, from the day I found out I was pregnant, all I wanted to do was protect this little baby. I wanted to make sure he had the best of the best. I would scour google to see if certain foods were ok to eat during pregnancy. My gut was wrenching for weeks after I found out that my beloved Chic-fila lemonade was not pasteurized and posed a small, yet possible risk of listeria to harm my unborn son. Everything I did was to protect him.
And then he was born and those protection instincts became even stronger. All I want is for him to be happy and healthy. I follow him around the house, just a step behind, ready to grab him if he falls while walking. I cook homemade organic food for him to eat while grabbing processed food for myself. His needs come before mine. His safety is my number one priority – and his happiness is my second.
Now I understand my mother’s instincts. I’m pretty sure I would want to make things better for my son when he’s in his mid-20s – and I would offer to do anything I could to make him happy.