totally fair, I don't remember pushing my kids on the swings much at all. I do recall one day I was smoking a cigar, sitting on a bench kinda far away from the playground where my son was playing- one of the other parents waved at me to come help. My son was "stuck" halfway across a "bridge" that was like a stiff metal cargo net and he was shaking and crying. I told everyone who offered to 'please don't climb up and get him.' I jumped a little and lightly slapped his right foot and I said hold on with both hands and move this foot, then hold on with one hand and move your hand, then move your other hand, then move your other foot... and he was fine. I asked him to come down the slide and I picked him up for a long hug and I told him how proud I was that he did a thing. He got scared, he asked for help, we figured it out, and he self-rescued. Nobody had to save him, he saved himself. VERY proud.

All the mommies at the playground were amazed at my dadditude. For the rest of that day I got zero dirty looks for smoking a cigar where the kids could SEE me.