My son teaches karate to children and this is a term he’s acquainted me with: helicopter parents.
Helicopter parents hover; hence, the term.
In addition to helicopter parents, there are Care Bear parents, apparently. Care Bear parents find something warm and fuzzy about everything. Every event is recorded, lauded and praised.
Try not to be a helicopter parent, okay? Your children will survive if you just ease off the hovering and let them be. Seriously. Now, if you’re afraid they’re going to get hurt, here’s a hint: don’t sign them up for karate. Or football, basketball, soccer, rollerblading - well heck, just about any sport. The only one I can think of right off the top of my head is golf. Then again, I never was a helicopter parent so I’m not sure I’m qualified to determine what a helicopter parent might find objectionable about golf.
I’m also not a Care Bear parent. There were just some things I felt ought to be expected of children and therefore praising them for doing it wasn’t appropriate. Like saying “please” and “thank you,” doing chores, attending school and getting good grades.
What does this have to do with the prenatal period? Absolutely nothing. I just felt like talking about parenting because my son brings home such funny stories.