Before I was a mother, a friend sent me that email congratulating me and everyone else born before the mid-80s on having managed to survive childhood (there's now a Facebook Group dedicated to it). We were allowed to eat mud, walk down the street on our own, climb trees and play out until night-fall - all this without choking on germs, being abducted, cracking our heads open or getting lost.
And I made it into adulthood! We all did!
Now I've got a child of my own, I encourage her fearless spirit, showing her how to climb those same trees and allowing here to scale the rocks at Anchor Head. I want her to run free and to get dirty from those muddy puddles, jump off the stones. If she falls, I pick her up, ask her if she's OK and tell her to get on with it. I make sure that she's safe and isn't taking mad risks, trusting that her own intuition will alert her to extreme danger.