Helicopter Mom

My 5 year old is going on a playdate today. Terror has gripped my neurotic mind. Every possible tragedy that could happen I have already run through my head. Everything from my son getting too close to the river bank at the park & falling into the dangerously swift water...to him falling off the monkey bars & permanently scaring his perfect little face.  The hair on my arms stands up just envisioning the other parent not holding my sons hand when crossing the street. I know I'm a tad bit over-the-top protective of my children. I know you don't have to be continuously hovering to be a good parent. But if all parents were, I'd save an awful lot on valium...