Elissa, one of my best friends, was at a luncheon
last week with me. It was a birthday celebration for Lola--one of both our
mothers’ mutual friends who turned 75.
At one point Elissa and I had a discussion about helicopter Moms—we acknowledged that
while we both were helicopter-ish,
compared to some, we did not even live near the airport.
And hours later as I reviewed the day’s events and
recalled my pleasure in having spent time with a dear friend, I remembered how
it came to be that Elissa was in my company in the first place.
It was arranged.
My 82 year old mother got it in her head that I
needed a friend at the luncheon. And so she called Elissa’s 78 year old mother
who then called the 80 year old hostess of Lola’s party and asked her to extend
an invitation to Elissa.
I am almost 53 years old and my mother is still making playdates for me.
Geeze….Talk
about helicopter Moms…
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