I have never classed myself as a mummy that worries. I guess what I mean by that is, I have never wrapped my girls in cotton wool.
If they drop something on the floor then put it in their mouth I don’t have a meltdown. If they go upstairs to play, I don’t panic about them falling back down and I have never cut their dinner into teeny tiny pieces, for the fear that they might choke.
In fact, I class myself as a pretty grounded parent. Continue reading