My children have certainly not been helicoptered, if by that you mean mollycoddled and unduly fussed over. They've all been very socially independent, capable of thinking and doing things for themselves from a young age, were encouraged to toilet and feed themselves from as early as was possible, and I was never one of those mums that followed them into reception class every day and sorted out their coat and bag for them - far from it. And they all had hours and hours of messy/boisterous/make-believe play with loads of friends around all the time, with precious little involvement from me, except to clear up at the end, with a token gesture of help from them if I was lucky. And to provide pizza. 
I just regret not being more disciplined with the school work. I'm trying to with my youngest now, but I think it's too little too late to really change his mindset.
I remember my friend who played the piano forcing all of her daughters to take piano lessons from the age of 4. She said 'I don't care if they hate it - they will go until they do their GCSEs, and they must practice every day. It's just what we do in our family. They don't have a choice. It's not up for discussion.They'll thank me for it when they can play really well.'
I tried to encourage all of mine to take up an instrument but all of them bailed after a term or so, when it just seemed too hard, too boring, or they'd rather watch TV than do music practice. I thought 'I have enough on my hands making the three of them do the homework they have to do, without making a rod for my own back with this as well. So I let them quit.
But I know they will all be in awe now of their friends who all play and instrument really well. Or speak a language. I could never make them stick at that either.
When you are a mother you are damned if you do and damned if you don't. 