We were at the park earlier today n my 3 year old son was playing as boys do (climbing hills,playing in the mud) etc n my oh was bring so cautious every 2 seconds telling him to stop, be careful and don't get dirty. Now am I not right thinking when we grew up this was part of life? We got mucky we scraped our knees and had a great laugh.
We're home now and oh is sulking in the bedroom cause apparently this is me undermining him as a parent?
To add context my 3 year old has just been diagnosed as epileptic however it it controlled with medication and my sister had epilepsy her whole life, my parents wrapped her up in cotton wool and now she's in her 40s and can't do anything for herself as she was never shown for fear of making her ill. I don't want my son growing up like that.