Parent Police

I am struggling to come to terms with dealing with the fear of being branded a "bad" mother because I allow my children to climb trees, play in the mud and ride their bikes.  My kids have accidents, some of which have been fairly serious.  Whilst I take accidents seriously, and do the best to ensure my children are always safe, when they do get hurt, I can't help glance over my shoulder, expecting Social Services to come by and accuse me of negligence or abuse.
It is feeling like this that I think is one of the main reasons so many children have poorly developed gross and fine motor skills.  Children are discouraged from climbing, tumbling, playing ball, running and growing.  We, as parents, are so worried that grazes and bruises will bring the "parent Police" knocking that we are, inadvertently causing problems.  When I was at school I had never heard of Occupational Therapy and the only Physio I knew worked with children who had very serious disabilities.  Now it seems that most schools have one or other of these stationed on the premises, ready to "fix" our kids.
How is it that we have allowed ourselves to be freaked out by regulations and opinions that are drawn from the few parents who do harm their children (and have no qualms about it), when we, ourselves were encouraged to play outdoors and just get on with life when we grazed our knees?  And do we really need to spend the huge fortunes on these therapies, when encouraging some basic fun outdoors would be cheaper and more effective?  I watch as Dragon clambers down the rope on his climbing frame, or as Bumblebee tries to climb onto the back of the sofa, each with amazing dexterity and balance for their years.  In my hand is one of the many "dream Dragons" made for me by Dragon -- complete with fine details and complicated wings, carefully cut out and suspended on a string.  On my desk is the letter from his school's Occupational Therapist telling me that she thinks he needs an assessment (costing a small fortune) as she is worried that his cutting skills and eye for detail are not up to scratch.  And all of this starts me thinking about whether I am a bad mother because the evidence I have makes me disagree with her, and so I have not requested the assessment. Am I a bad mother, because I let my kids play with mud and do crafts with them and generally believe that doing stuff with my kids when I can is the best therapy for us all?
Yes, my kids have accidents.  I keep a small first aid kit in my bag -- complete with smiley face plasters and sterile wipes -- just in case.  My kids get dirty -- I buy clothes that are hardy and washable and we make bathtime a fun experience so they enjoy getting clean just as much.  They eat healthy food, drink water and seem fairly well adjusted (as seen from my rose tinted mommy eyes).
So maybe I can stop looking over my shoulder in case the parent police come knocking, and I can enjoy being a mom of two funny, curious and clever kids.  Maybe I'm not such a "bad" mother after all.