With all of the
ridiculous new regulations, coddling, and societal mores that seem to be the
norm these days, it’s a miracle those of us over 30 survived our childhoods.
Here’s the
problem with all of this babying: it
creates a society of weenies.
There won’t be
more more rebels because this generation has been frightened into submission
and apathy through a deliberately orchestrated culture of fear. No one will
have faced adventure and lived to
greatly embroider the story.
Kids are
brainwashed – yes, brainwashed – into believing that the mere thought of
a gun means you’re a psychotic killer waiting for a place to rampage.
They are
terrified to do anything when they aren’t wrapped up with helmets, knee pads,
wrist guards, and other protective gear.
Parents can’t let
them go out and be independent or they’re charged with neglect and the children
are taken away.
Lighting their
own fire? Good grief, those parents must either not care of their child is
disfigured by 3rd-degree burns over 90% of his body or they’re purposely
nurturing a little arsonist.
Heaven forbid
that a child describe another child as “black” or, for that matter, refer to
others as girls or boys. No actual descriptors can be used for the fear of
“offending” that person, and “offending” someone is incredibly high on the
hierarchy of Things Never To Do.
“Free range parenting” is all but
illegal and childhood is a completely different experience
these days.
All of this babying creates incompetent, fearful adults.
Our children
have been enveloped in this softly padded culture of fear, and it’s creating a
society of people who are fearful, out of shape, overly cautious, and painfully
politically correct. They are incredibly incompetent when they go out on
their own because they’ve never actually done anything on their own.
When my oldest
daughter came home after her first semester away at college, she told me how
grateful she was to be an independent person. She described the scene in the
dorm. “I had to show a bunch of them how to do laundry and they didn’t
even know how to make a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese,” she said. Apparently
they were in awe of her ability to cook actual food that did not originate in a
pouch or box, her skills at changing a tire, her knack for making coffee using
a French press instead of a coffee maker, and her ease at operating a washing
machine and clothes dryer. She says that even though she thought I was
being mean at the time I began making her do things for herself, she’s now glad
that she possesses those skills. Hers was also the room that had everything
needed to solve everyday problems: basic tools, first aid supplies, OTC medicine, and
home remedies.
I was truly
surprised when my daughter told me about the lack of life skills her friends
have. I always thought maybe I was secretly lazy and that was the basis
on my insistence that my girls be able to fend for themselves, but it honestly
prepares them for life far better than if I was a hands-on mom that did
absolutely everything for them. They need to realize that clothing does
not get worn and then neatly reappear on a hanger in the closet, ready to be
worn again. They need to understand that meals do not magically appear on the
table, created by singing appliances a la Beauty and the Beast.
If the country
is populated by a bunch of people who can’t even cook a box of macaroni and
cheese when their stoves function at optimum efficiency, how on earth will they
sustain themselves when they have to not only acquire their food, but must use
off-grid methods to prepare it? How can someone who requires an instruction
manual to operate a digital thermostat hope to keep warm when their home
environment it controlled by wood they have collected and fires they have lit
with it? How can someone who is afraid of getting dirty plant a garden
and shovel manure?
Did you do any of these things and live to tell the tale?
While I
did make my children wear bicycle helmets and never took them on the highway in
the back of a pick-up, many of the things on this list were not just allowed,
they were encouraged. Before someone pipes up with outrage (because they’re
*cough* offended) I’m not suggesting that you throw caution to the wind
and let your kids attempt to hang-glide off the roof with a sheet attached to a
kite frame. (I’ve got a scar proving that makeshift hang-gliding is, in fact, a
terrible idea). Common sense evolves, and I obviously don’t recommend that you
purposely put your children in unsafe situations with a high risk of injury.
But, let them
be kids. Let them explore and take reasonable risks. Let them learn to live
life without fear.
Raise your hand
if you survived a childhood in the 60s, 70s, and 80s that included one or more
of the following, frowned-upon activities (raise both hands if you bear a scar
proving your daredevil participation in these dare-devilish events):
- Riding in the back of an open pick-up truck with a bunch of other kids
- Leaving the house after breakfast and not returning until the streetlights came on, at which point, you raced home, ASAP so you didn’t get in trouble
- Eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the school cafeteria
- Riding your bike without a helmet
- Riding your bike with a buddy on the handlebars, and neither of you wearing helmets
- Drinking water from the hose in the yard
- Swimming in creeks, rivers, ponds, and lakes (or what they now call *cough* “wild swimming“)
- Climbing trees (One park cut the lower branches from a tree on the playground in case some stalwart child dared to climb them)
- Having snowball fights (and accidentally hitting someone you shouldn’t)
- Sledding without enough protective equipment to play a game in the NFL
- Carrying a pocket knife to school (or having a fishing tackle box with sharp things on school property)
- Camping
- Throwing rocks at snakes in the river
- Playing politically incorrect games like Cowboys and Indians
- Playing Cops and Robbers with *gasp* toy guns
- Pretending to shoot each other with sticks we imagined were guns
- Shooting an actual gun or a bow (with *gasp* sharp arrows) at a can on a log, accompanied by our parents who gave us pointers to improve our aim. Heck, there was even a marksmanship club at my high school
- Saying the words “gun” or “bang” or “pow pow” (there actually a freakin ’CODE about “playing with invisible guns”)
- Working for your pocket money well before your teen years
- Taking that money to the store and buying as much penny candy as you could afford, then eating it in one sitting
- Eating pop rocks candy and drinking soda, just to prove we were exempt from that urban legend that said our stomachs would explode
- Getting so dirty that your mom washed you off with the hose in the yard before letting you come into the house to have a shower
- Writing lines for being a jerk at school, either on the board or on paper
- Playing “dangerous” games like dodgeball, kickball, tag, whiffle ball, and red rover (The Health Department of New York issued a warning about the “significant risk of injury” from these games)
- Walking to school alone
Come on, be honest.
Tell us what crazy stuff you did as a child.
Teach your children to be independent this summer.
We didn’t get
trophies just for showing up. We were forced, yes, forced – to do actual
work and no one called protective services. And we gained something from all of
this.
Our
independence.
Do you really
think that children who are terrified by someone pointing his finger and saying
“bang” are going to lead the revolution against tyranny? No, they will cower in
their tiny apartments, hoping that if they behave well enough, they’ll continue
to be fed.
Do you think
our ancestors who fought in the revolutionary war were afraid to climb a tree
or get dirty?
Those of us who
grew up this way (and who raise our children to be fearless) are the resistance
against a coddled, helmeted, non-offending society that aims for a dependent
populace. In a country that was built on rugged self-reliance, we are now the
minority.
Nurture the
rebellion this summer. Boot them outside. Get your kids away from their TVs, laptops, and video
games. Get sweaty and dirty. Do things that makes the wind blow through your
hair. Go off in search of the best climbing tree you can find. Shoot guns.
Learn to use a bow and arrow. Play outside all day long and catch fireflies
after dark. Do things that the coddled world
considers too dangerous and watch your children blossom.
Teach your kids
what freedom feels like.
https://www.lewrockwell.com/2015/06/daisy-luther/the-last-rebels/
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