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JANUARY 9, 2012 1:37PM

Bring Your Mother to Work Day a Burden for Helicopter Kids

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NEW YORK.  Safra Cohen is a lowly first-year associate at a corporate law firm with offices in mid-town Manhattan who has spent her first six months on the job as the junior member of a team working on a billion-dollar merger.  Her office is furnished with a standard-issue desk and file cabinets, but she has managed to soften it by a floral print and a potted plant that could have been purchased by thousands of other young lawyers like her across town.  There is one fixture that is totally unique to her surroundings, however; her mother.

 
“You’re not going to work dressed like that!”

“I’ve been involved in Safra’s education since I wrote her first application to the Solomon Schecter Day School,” says Sheila Cohen.  “I’m not going to leave her hanging out there now that she’s getting started in her career.”

“Helicopter parents,” so-called because of the way they hover over their children as they face life’s challenges, have moved on to the next stage of their offsprings’ lives–the world of business and the professions–creating new workplace tensions and challenges for business etiquette.

 
“He looks old enough to be my father because he’s . . . uh . . . married to my mother.”

“A helicopter parent is one who simply can’t let go of his or her precious little baby,” says Ellen Dowling of Hinsdale College in Illinois, a no-nonsense liberal arts school that prohibits parents from accompanying children to class or providing them with answers to tests.  “They’re baby-boomers who never got over their sense of entitlement, and they’re passing the same spoiled mind-set down to their children,” she notes.  “Either that or they actually own a helicopter, which is even worse.”

 
“Seriously sweetie, having me on the honeymoon will make things go a lot smoother.”

So major companies who compete for top graduates to fill entry-level positions have begun to offer “Bring Your Mother (or Father) to Work Day,” a once or twice a week accommodation for children who, while they may have received top-notch academic training, have not yet developed a sense of mature judgment to guide them through tough negotiations or intra-office politics.


“Hey–he’s got a bigger stapler than my kid!”

“The first day I got here I looked around and checked out the other kids’ offices,” says Martha Lynch whose son Toby is an assistant loan officer at Credit Banque, an international trade bank in lower Manhattan.  “Every other new hire got colored paper clips and Toby was stuck with those yucky metal ones that get all rusty when they sit for too long in your files.  I marched straight down to the Senior Vice President’s office and gave him a piece of my mind, not that I’ve got that much to spare.”

The parents themselves say they are merely protecting their expensive investment in an education–prep school and undergraduate and graduate study–whose price tag is in many cases more than they paid for their first home.  While the term “helicopter parents” has been around since the early 1990′s, it has recently achieved more serious consideration as economists have become concerned over the effect the phenomenon may have on America’s long-term competitiveness.  “Say you’re in Tokyo negotiating a big joint venture with Mazda and you hit a bottleneck over labor costs,” says Ryan Coburn of Carnegie-Mellon University in Pittsburgh.  “Do you want somebody representing you who’s mother’s heating up Lipton Cup-a-Soup for her little darling?  I don’t think so.”


“Thanks mom–gotta go negotiate a merger!”

 Speaking of food, it’s lunch time at Alexander, Fanning & Co., an investment bank with offices on Wall Street, and senior partner Whitney Stillman is walking the halls looking for a “warm body” to accompany him to a client lunch.  He sticks his head in the office of Alexandria Keats, an ’10 graduate of Wellesley College, and asks if she can join him.  “Spencer had to cancel on me and I’ve got the folks in from Glenmore Industries–are you free?”  She starts to say “yes” but her father, a retired lawyer, intervenes.  “If you’ve got two seats–fine,” he says.  “Otherwise, my little girl is staying put.”

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I damned near choked to death reading just your title. Now I'm going to program 911 into my cellphone, hold it in my hand and read the piece...
...my dad read it first and said just the title would do. Sorry.
I can't stop laughing. This is great. Thanks for a little humor in an otherwise gloomy day.
Mom! There's a guy cyber-bullying me on Open Salon!
Thank God I lack the energy necessary to be a helicopter parent. I must admit though it is beyond baffling to me why anyone would hover over their child - I baby proofed the joint, blocked off the stairs to the basement and let the little darlings loose to explore "their world."
Yes, but you're a raptor mom.
I am not a helicopter parent but maybe I should be as the youngest one needs someone hovering around him at all time. Preferably a good lawyer and not a parent.
HUGGGGGGGGGG
We hover, then go in commando-style.
My parents couldn't afford a helicopter. They flew a glider plane, missing the mark on many occasions.
At least they didn't fly a crop duster to apply your talcum powder.
So so very true. I guess it's easier to know they can't ever ever truly leave home.. or not?
If they move back in with us, they have to live by our rules. If we're not having sex, you're not having sex.
I saw a program about this on TV several months ago and was horrified. When will they ever grow up? Congratulations on the EP!
Con C. I agree with the last commenter
Oh my God, this is fabulous. And really not such a stretch. I'm posting on my Facebook.
Wait--I have to ask my mom whether it's okay to link.
This is too funny, but almost true!!!
I bet this is really going on somewhere!
Here at Bloggy Swamp, we cross-check every story with two non-existent sources.
This was great. Posting to FB and also forwarding to the kiddies...hahahahahha!
This is Stim's mother. Young man, this is not funny at all. Now you stop all this nonsense.
Oh wow.....someone needs to cut the cord and just let their child learn how to do what they have to do....how are kids supposed to learn to do anything on their own with the parents hovering right there the whole time ensuring that no mistakes are made? People learn through mistakes and if these people are preventing their kids from making any then those kids will be dependent on them for life and will never be able to live a full and enriching life. This is just sad yet hilarious.
This is really good. Fess up! Did your mom help?
Mom? There's a lady on the internet who wants to know if you helped write my post. What should I tell her?
The post was delightful, the comments priceless and I'd love to stay but my son just left the room without me...gotta go!

(Kidding of course - wish everyone had folks like mine; if they didn't trip over proof that I should be locked up for a major crime, they were happier and saner for not knowing more!)
Congrats on the EP and R!
My kids always ask me if they should wake me up when they get home late. I say isn't that a job for the police?