I am assume you mean something different than some physical wounds, however do you mind elaborating? I protect my children as much as possible from "ouchies or booboos" as much as possible because it would be irresponsible not to do so. And by no means do I believe I am of a "government employee mindset." 
Can't speak for DF, but I suspect he means the bubble wrap PC folks who can't bear to allow their children to experience anything much beyond unicorns and rainbows through the fog of Ritalin.
Good parents want to prevent serious damage or death, of course, but the little bruises and cuts that come from a healthy childhood are necessary parts of growing up. Children need to be allowed to explore, take risks, learn from experience, being given more responsibility for their own safety as they demonstrate increasingly good judgment. Most good judgment is the product of surviving a lot of bad judgment. If they are protected from everything, they never have an opportunity to learn how to be autonomous.
I don't think you bubble wrap your children, Moonbeam.
I couldn't help but think of this video in its entirety when you said what I bold/underlined in your comment.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUhOnX8qt3I@Moonbeam.
Yes dear, to some extent I'm actually quite annoyed when kids are protected from booboos. Mommies get angry when the sissy kid doesn't want to climb the tree and the smart/adventurous kid is punished for not giving the sissy kid some cherries... or daddy grabs the ladder and rewards sissy kid for sissiness by getting cherries himself.
I know one set of parents, who won't let their little girl out of reach. When I first met her, 5 years ago, the little kid was a coiled spring, she was young, she had just started being alert, her dad was mostly in charge, and the kid was eager to explore. Now she's controlled, shy, and lacking in the confidence I saw in her as a kid, she's the shy kid in the group, without initiative. The rest of the kids start games, show initiative, she... always looks for approval. (And she's not the only homeschooled kid in the bunch, either.) Kid can't go around the side of the truck without the parents calling her name. When playing with other kids and left to her own devices, she lacks initiative, and looks behind her for parental approval (just like a dog, expecting the leash to be pulled hard.) 4th of July Sparklers... egads. (Meanwhile I was teaching my friends kids how to sequentially fuse half dozen or more mortars... but we ran out of extra fuse before class was done. We put many commercial folks final products to shame with the finalized cluster launchers (we had a nice 2 hour show in a neighborhood area the size of a small strip mall on the east coast...
and most importantly HAD FUN. That little kid was barely allowed to touch sparklers. Pretty weak.)
That sort of overprotectiveness breeds weak contemptible people, who will later always expect others to do their hard, heavy lifting for them. In the end, by outnumbering those of us who had guts, and cultivated skill, we get outvoted, outmatched and overwhelmed by the weaklings.
That's why even protecting them from booboos is a bad deal. You protect them from life destroying booboos (rapists, child slavers, etc) and even there, you teach THEM to avoid rapists and child slavers, just like you should teach them to look both ways before crossing the road and stay alert while crossing. I imagine your goal in homeschooling is to make your kids exemplars of skill and talent, not neuter every possible threat around them. Evil will always exist, and keeping them safe instead of letting them learn will breed weak, contemptible easily subverted adults. Even if you live forever, you will not be able to protect them forever. It goes against your mommy instincts, but this is why daddy's are there. You want to protect them from everything that hurts. Dad should be the guy who lets them burn their hand on the stove. Its a very valuable learning experience for the majority.
@Klapton
Yes, I was actually referring to the people who vote to neuter perceived threats to the point that the kid can't get a scratch while cutting a wire, or they outlaw sharp points and wire cutters.
Or you find a lost kid in a store, nobody on aisles nearby, you ask him if he's lost and offer to take him to the nearest cash register to call his parents, (you don't touch the kid of course, this is America, of course, and everyone's scared to death of being accused of anything bad to do with kids) and then halfway to the nearest register, mommy shows up distraught, irate, and giving you a look like you kidnapped the kid she's left alone.
After that you never help another lost kid again. You see'em, see the look of confusion and say, "tough luck kid," shrug your shoulders and walk on, with a feeling of satisfaction you shouldn't have gotten while abandoning someone in obvious distress. Sometimes when I feel extra generous I'll find a store representative, take them there, and say "that kid looks lost." Far be it for me to get involved in that kind of thing ever again. Every good or kind man I know has a story similar to mine. It hardens us against the plight of our fellow man, and overprotective mommies with untrained chilren are the blame.
