Swings and Roundabouts

Swings and Roundabouts

We all have our parenting fails, and mine (if you discount being too soft….) is panicking in play parks. My older boy even refused to go with me for a while. I guess when he reached seven it was pretty embarrassing to have his Mum following him around the climbing frame, with arms braced in an outstretched position, ready to respond with lightening speed if he fell. I just see them at the top of slides, or high on swings, or even frankly low on swings, and my heart is in my mouth. I am mentally picturing doctors holding x-rays in front of light boxes, or neck braces, or bleeding knees at the very least. I am trying to be braver with Syd. I am failing though. Only recently was I able to (mostly) stop hovering around when he is on the plastic, three step high slide which is situated on top of crash mats at the local play café. This despite other parents of far smaller children seeming able to let their offspring just get on with it.

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