I think I am a pretty “chill” parent—-most of the time. I haven’t “hovered” over them in ages. Think 18 month olds on playground equipment designed for seven year olds. It’s been that long. Wait. I take that back. I do remember standing with arms wide open last month when Caroline was learning to climb the tree in our front yard. But that’s an occasion when being a “helicopter parent” is necessary, right? Or would a true helicopter parent not even let their kid up in the tree? I don’t know because I don’t really follow all that chatter.
I did have an internal debate about whether or not I should stop the activity pictured above. Was it potentially dangerous? Sure. But it wasn’t anything worse than what I did with my siblings growing up and we all survived (without any broken bones or serious injuries, I might add proudly!) Were they have tons of fun? Absolutely.
So I did what any sensible parent would do (I think!) and shouted out a “be careful!” and then took a picture. If the fun had ended badly, I probably would have titled this post “The Before Shot.”
But just look at the concentration on Caroline’s face as she backed up. How could anything possibly go wrong!?!?!