It’s a natural, primal instinct for most of us to want to protect our children – to keep them safe from physical danger. But there’s so much more to it than that. What about the nurturing of their magic little minds and their future?
Seems to me that most of us are shrouding them in an unhealthy, apathy-breeding cocktail of religion-based tradition and consumerism, and couldn’t give a flying fuck about what kind of world they’re going to grow up in. Harsh? Maybe. I can only say it as I see it.
I make no claims to be the perfect parent, and I know that even some of my closest friends are at best surprised at my unwillingness to celebrate such bullshit as Christmas and Easter, that I don’t have a working television or any games consoles, and that I am willing to put myself out there on the line when I have ‘responsibilities’.
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I don’t do very well at conventional parenting, and I make no apology for that, My kids are loved, happy and healthy. They have a gorgeous knowledge of nature that far surpasses mine, and their creativity shines. They’re interested in how things work beyond the push of a button and they are lovely little free thinkers. When they ask me about something that isn’t clearly factual, I will begin my response with ‘This is what I think..’.
I take my responsibilities as a mother very seriously, but that, for me, stretches way beyond feeding, clothing and keeping them warm, and certainly doesn’t involve the need to be with them 24/7. Personally I think that’s unhealthy. Yet I’ve been getting some grief lately regarding my activism and the fact that I have kids, like I’m putting them in some kind of danger, when the fact is I’m doing it for them – their future. Apparently, taking them on a peaceful protest march to save the Forest was something I should be ashamed of as ‘that sort of thing’ is no place for kids. What, and dumped in front of a TV with controller in hand shooting pixels is?! I find it equally horrifying that my 6 year old son comes back from a weekend at his Dad’s with game console withdrawals. They knew what they were marching for and my daughter even made her own banner. THEY didn’t want to lose what is effectively their playground either, and I swell with pride when I hear them talking about how they helped save it, whereas I facepalm when I hear my boy rejoicing at passing Level 6.
I wouldn’t dream of taking them to London on the 26th March for what will be a HUGE anticuts demo because I’m aware that it may well kick off and there’s a chance of me getting kettled, arrested or even beaten, which was never going to happen in the Forest. The two older ladies behind me even joked about their dismay at the lack of police as they fancied a good kettling.
How outrageously irresponsible, I hear you say, putting yourself at risk like that when you have children depending on you.
I’m going on the 26th BECAUSE I have children depending on me and will continue to fight these truly horrific cuts that WILL affect all of us in every way I can for that very reason. And I’m fighting for yours too. So before you judge me, ask yourself what are you’re doing. . .
Their freedom’s everything so get your head out of the sand..
I’ll meet you on the white lines, let’s go make a fucking stand..