The playground is fun, but the other parents? Not so much.
A few months back, I was at a mall playground with my kids. I was in my first trimester, tired, and sick. I had taken them to the playground so they could have a chance to run around without hurting themselves or breaking anything, and it was in a confined space, so I wouldn't have to chase them around. I could just sit and observe and try not to get sick in public.
As I'm sitting back, watching, my son runs past… and trips over his own feet. He's not very far from where I'm sitting, so I can clearly see that he's fine. I have no intention of getting up to rush over and help a child who has already started to stand up to keep running, and who could honestly care less that he's tripped in the first place. (Yes, had he been hurt or upset I would have gotten up to help him.)
Another mother - a stranger - swoops in, scoops him off the floor. "Oops, buddy, are you okay? Careful!" Then she sets him down, quickly checking him over, and lets him go again. Now I have to get up and check him too, lest I look like an uncaring parent. And this is why I can't stand helicopter parents.
Read More »from "Why I Canâ€™t Stand Helicopter Parents" â€” One Mom's Frustration