When I was a kid, I spent all day outside. I broke my arm in the presence of my dad who watched as I attempted to swing across the big monkey bars after he warned me of the consequences. He never stopped me from trying it. He watched as I fell; he promptly took me to the ER for a cast. That cast was a rite of passage. Now parents refuse their children the opportunity to break a bone. Although research shows that bone breaks are up for children, these bone breaks are attributed to the lack of children drinking milk (any type, in fact). Milk consumption has dropped from .96 to .64 per day, and less than 4% of Americans consume dairy each day. The USDA calls this a catastrophe, but I thinks it's awesome. Do you what is replacing milk? Water. Thank God. Anyways, my point is that parents need to back up off their children and let them get hurt. And maybe stop feeding them processed food?
Now that she is older, when she falls and scrapes her knee, I don't do the flock over quickly and baby her thing. I don't even think about the pain she may be in. Instead, we go through a small, effective process to get her over it. I ask her if she is "okay" to which she always replies "NO," and then I say, "Let's brush it off and see how we can make it better." I don't say,"I told you so," and I sure as hell don't let her think that an accident is going to get her an ice cream cone...but we do sit down and talk about it (for about 5 seconds). She tells me what she thinks would make it better...usually it is a drink of water, a band-aid, or reading a story.
If she were to break her arm, I wouldn't freak out. Yes, I'd probably run to her side, but I would tell her the cool story about the time I earned my broken arm. I wouldn't glorify broken bones, but I would let her know that life is full of painful moments that result in a satisfactory outcome.
Sadly, most children won't experience childhood because helicopter parents are literally hovering everywhere. They tell children not to run, don't walk on hot tarps, to be careful every 30 seconds, yelling across the park to remind their child of the last time that they nearly fell down...get my point? Nobody wants their child to get hurt, but do you really care when it happens? Or do you just not want to deal with it?