Moms, I love you. We need you.
I would imagine that everything there is to be said about a mom, good and bad, has been uttered thousands of time; and I would hope that all the good things said were well deserves, and that all the bad things were rare if deserved at all.
I believe for the past thirty years the role of mom has undergone great change in our western culture; I would not dare speak for what might have happened in the rest of the world. For a long time we linked mom with housewife, a sort of servant for the man and his family. Ya, I guess that’s a little harsh.
So, where are we now? Moms can be dads; two dads can be a part-time mom; extended/separated/divorced families can have multiple facsimiles of mom. It can be confusing for children, and hell for adults, or maybe the other way around.
I see it now as challenging. Back in the seventies I clung to the idea of mom and pop, even if my dad died when I was young; I was attached to the idea of family, and of course the media even then made sure to pound that connection into our buying habits. The change that took place was a good one; I won’t expound further on what to me is the obvious.
But it left a void of sorts. And along with that void came all sorts of situations real and contrived; so we are now locked into a system where a child cannot walk to school alone, forgetting altogether a bike ride to the park, or a sleepover with a new friend. And again I would concur that some of this precaution is founded in necessity.
The result is that it leaves our children living like cloistered nuns even before they have lived long enough to adopt the habit. (Yes, my pun was intended, sorry.) Every activity is planned, cloistered in some building or enclosed space, and heavily supervised. At least one of the parents, probably two, are very involved in making the money to pay for all the recreation and activities, but they have no time to mentor their children. I believe it only a few decades away that children will read a bed time story to their parents who are totally exhausted from their daily grind on the mouse wheel. A night care worker will then tuck the kids into bed.
Children need a mom. That mom has an incredible responsibility: to guide their children to be independent, alive, outgoing, responsible, and compassionate, even as the dictates of our new world require them to be consummate jailers of their children. Authoritative processes have been put in place, and they stack even more every day, institutions that might come near a child and have at their intention a myriad of rules to safeguard the child, some well minded, far too many stifling and destructive, rules often dealt out without the due diligence or the common sense of a responsible authoritative human being.
Moms need our support and understanding, more than ever before, and children need their moms more than ever before.
Give our children back their childhood. Give our children back their moms.
I love you, mom.
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