Thursday 22 March 2012

DESPERATE TIMES, DESPERATE MEASURES !


Many people seem to feel that the budget was a bit of an anti-climax and to an extent I suppose that is true., as damp squibs go I would say that its one was even wetter than usual. Watered down promises seemed to be the main problem with the Chancellors measures and once again stay at home mums fared far worse that they were led to believe.
Women who remain in the home while their children are young are penalised when it comes to retirement pensions as their National Insurance contributions are less that the government requires. I believe with all my heart that the greater part of the trouble with today’s society is due to the fact that so many mums have to work.

Most do not do so out of choice, it is necessary while the cost of housing soars along with everything else. Children need to feel secure, they need guidance, they need love, and they need to fell that there is someone there for them at all times. Insisting that a woman returns to work when the child reaches the age of five is ridiculous, at a time when the child is going though a major change in its life and needs reassurance more than ever the mother is not there at the school gate.

Children do not reason as we do and may well come to the conclusion that they have done something wrong. Children at age eleven beginning their secondaty education are even more in need of the knowlegde that there is a parent at home in who they can confide. Not a parent who is tired out from a full days work and who has no time for the child because he or she still have the ironing to do, and the cooking and the cleaning. In order to maintain a close bond with a child thrust is vital and the child needs to feel that it come first with its mother at least.

Children learn from the parents only if the parents are there to teach them and , the child needs to be in a caring family environment where it can learn the rules of society before it goes out in to the world. Children want answers and if we do not give them those answers they will learn from other children and what they learn may not be good. Children need a sense of belonging, call it tribal instinct if you like and if we as parents do not provide this they will inevitably form groups, gangs what ever you want to call them and the rules inside these gangs are usually destructive to society as in order to belong the child must prove itself worthy in ways that are dangerous or illegal.

Women who stay at home, who give up their jobs in order to raise their offspring properly should be treated as heroins for that is what they are. They give themselves without stint twenty four hours a day for the welfare of the children, the family. These women should not be consigned to poverty in old age because they cared, Well adjusted children tend to cause less trouble that those who are not. Police, law courts and penal institutions all cost money and the effect of rampant gangs of young men and women roaming the streets in search of some new amusement can lead only one way.
I am one of those women, I do not regret my decision, there are many like me and for anyone who disagrees think of this. When you returned home from school as a child wasn’t it wonderful to get a cuddle from mum and to talk over the days events. Wasn’t it wonderful to sit down to a family dinner feeling that you were safe and secure.
If you did not have these things because your mum was out at work, wouldn't you have been much happier if she had been at home to do these things for you?

Looking on the funny side of the budget I bumped in to three old friends this afternoon hanging around disconsolately outside a small Asian grocers. These old chaps are cheerful as a rule and I asked if all was well. Budget blues was the problem, specifically the huge hike in the price of cigarettes. One of the old boys told me that they had been in the shop pricing hookah pipes and I quote “If the price of cigarettes goes up much more we might all just as well smoke hashish!” Were they joking? They were not!

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