My mom is not a helicopter mother over my daily activities. She’s only like that about “unsupervised” holidays. I am never allowed to go on a holiday only with my friends, let alone with a boyfriend. However, I can invite them to come along on my family’s holiday.
She often recounts her younger times when she went on holidays with just her sisters and their friends. Then, she would smoke and drink alcohol. Her sister would be making out with boys. She’s so paranoid that I would do the same.
I’ve accepted the fact, and I just choose to think that she doesn’t want anything bad to happen to me. I can still hang out with my friends without her and even go on dates on weekends (in the daytime) anyway. However, it went even further on one occasion.
Me: “Everything seems to be in order. I just need to confirm the headcount for the wedding caterer. Oh, I also booked the flights to [Small Island]. We’ll leave the day after the wedding. [Fiancé] is very excited to go diving again.”
Mom: “Did you also book tickets for me?”
Me: “Huh?”
Mom: “I’m going on the holiday too, right?”
My brain went blank out of shock.
Sister: “MOM! She’s going on a honeymoon! Why would you tag along?! Do you want to listen to them have sex or something?”
Mom: “What?! Nooo! [Mom’s Friend] went with her son and daughter-in-law on their honeymoon.”
Sister: “Well, she’s horrible! Don’t be like her! Let [My Name] be!”
Helicopter Honeymoon
My mom is not a helicopter mother over my daily activities. She’s only like that about “unsupervised” holidays. I am never allowed to go on a holiday only with my friends, let alone with a boyfriend. However, I can invite them to come along on my family’s holiday.
She often recounts her younger times when she went on holidays with just her sisters and their friends. Then, she would smoke and drink alcohol. Her sister would be making out with boys. She’s so paranoid that I would do the same.
I’ve accepted the fact, and I just choose to think that she doesn’t want anything bad to happen to me. I can still hang out with my friends without her and even go on dates on weekends (in the daytime) anyway. However, it went even further on one occasion.
Me: “Everything seems to be in order. I just need to confirm the headcount for the wedding caterer. Oh, I also booked the flights to [Small Island]. We’ll leave the day after the wedding. [Fiancé] is very excited to go diving again.”
Mom: “Did you also book tickets for me?”
Me: “Huh?”
Mom: “I’m going on the holiday too, right?”
My brain went blank out of shock.
Sister: “MOM! She’s going on a honeymoon! Why would you tag along?! Do you want to listen to them have sex or something?”
Mom: “What?! Nooo! [Mom’s Friend] went with her son and daughter-in-law on their honeymoon.”
Sister: “Well, she’s horrible! Don’t be like her! Let [My Name] be!”
Me: “Yes, please. Just… No.”
Mom: “Fiiiine. The island is too remote, anyway.”
Me: “…”
Now I live six time-zones away from her.