Emotions of a Negligent Parent

I really try not to criticise the parenting styles of other parents for you never know the story behind the veil of household secrecy and why they do things the way they do. I certainly do not appreciate when it is done to us.

You see, I continue to feel for today’s youth who are raised as if they are as fragile as an egg that smashes and splatters on falling off a bench and strikes the kitchen floor only for the household dog or cat to polish off. How are these mites going to cope as adult when things go wrong for them since they’ve been divorced from taking a risk no matter how small?

“Don’t climb that tree son, you’ll fall” – “Don’t run Suzy, you’ll slip and graze your knee” – “Don’t roll down that hill, Bill. You’ll get an itchy back” – “Don’t Hi-5 anyone. That’s sexual assault”

I feel like the inmates the mental asylum were removed from their hospital ward only to be transferred to Parliament and anointed as legislators.

I put a lot of blame across the board. I blame politicians who fan the flames of fear so they can trick people into sacrificing liberty. I blame media for pouring fuel on the fire of insanity to make people think they’re about to be butchered to death by some Kung Fu grasshopper. And I blame the people for being so brainless for they listen to every bit of bullshit politicians and journalists crap on about because they’re too dumb or lazy to use a single braincell and think for themselves.

The World is not that scary people.

I was out for a short time on Friday night dropping off one of my daughters at a sleepover birthday party one of her friends was having. One of the parents there, a Dad, also had his fourteen year old daughter with him as you cannot leave them home alone at the tender young age for fourteen. This fragile young lass apparently had only just had her first outing with her girlfriends at the local shopping centre without her Mum or Dad around but only because a parent of one of her friends was there with them at all times. *smashes own forehead in with a brick*

As I stood there listening to this, the other parent nodding along in agreement, my thoughts I was keeping inside the confines of my mind leaked out through my callous mouth; “I traveled alone on a bus from Sydney to Melbourne at the age of 12 to visit relatives”. They just looked at me. I think they saw images of children being smashed to smithereens by a hoard of lustful men craving to molest every child is sight. Just as well I didn’t mention that I was also taking taking the train and bus to a small country town and going to the beach, and riding my bicycle down the mountain road, etc all without adult supervision.

I must be getting old for I can hear the old man voice warming up with, “Back in my day…”

Have we become anal in protecting our children from the realities of life or am I just starting to experience the myriad of emotions of being the ever negligent parent?


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