I had a bit of a nightmare afternoon out with the dcs (dd 3.5 and ds 19 mos) this afternoon. They both kept taking off in opposite directions on a very busy, very large play area. I was getting quite stressed that I couldn't always see them both, and started berating myself for being such a helicopter parent. Well at one point I managed to lose sight of both dcs. As I frantically searched for them, I heard screaming and I knew immediately that it was ds even though I didn't see him straight away. I got that awful sick to your stomach feeling that you get when one of your kids gets hurt. Ds had fallen nearly six feet from the top of a fireman's pole thingy. The child clearly has delusions of granduer when it comes to his climbing abilities. He was fine in the end.
Anyway the lovely lady in the green sleeveless top, offered me some really kind and reassuring words and kept me from more or less losing it. I was in such a state at the time that I don't think I thanked her properly and thought that this would be the most appropriate place to do so. THANK YOU.