And they squeal again. A quarter of parents are falling into debt because of the high price of childcare - children they presumably wanted and planned for.
Ever since the State decided that it would reward parents for producing future economic units to tax, the decline of the family has been carefully planned. An army of “experts” have been trained to supersede the family unit. Nursery workers, teaching assistants, social workers, diversity coordinators. All on the State payroll and ready to whisk your newborn off and into the arms of others whilst you concentrate on working 60 hours a week to pay for it all.
It has brought chaos to society.
Where once a family was a strong bond that stayed together, taught and nurtured, protected and cared, the chosen model is now either the single parent on benefits, sucking greedily at the teat of the State, or the overworked two parent model, desperate to climb the greasy pole of materialism, out do the neighbours on the Barretts estate who throw their 6 week old infantsearest nursery at 7am so they can power breakfast with colleagues to hit this quarters sales targets (and the reward? A trip with the kids to Disneyland, Paris)
House prices have ballooned as mothers abandoned the home to pursue careers to acquire “more stuff”. What once required a working father to finance, now requires both parents to finance and the State happily makes up the difference with tax credits and child allowance, safe in the knowledge that votes can be bought by bribing us with our own money. The gym subscription, the twice yearly holidays, the pampered Chef parties, the private number plate on the BMW, all so much more worthy of admiration than a couple of loving, well adjusted kids, with good manners and an understanding that the family is where the home is.
Our children are farmed out to strangers so we can work harder and pay more taxes. Our parents are farmed out to care homes so our daily routines are not disturbed and the army of State workers have employment doing what used to be the responsibility of the family.
If you open the window and listen very hard, you can actually hear the State laughing at us – like the useless parent it is.
Children are the only thing you will leave on this earth, your most treasured creation on your short visit to this life. Enjoy them; leave the BMW, the Golf course, the Gym, the Next catalogue. You won’t lie on your death bed worrying about missed sales targets or promotions, it won’t be your work colleagues mopping your brow, it’ll be the people you brought into this world. If you have taught them that iPads and manicured lawns are more important than devotion and love, fitted bedroom suites are more important than manners and that you didn’t have time to care for them because the State enabled you to be selfish, expect a bitter harvest and the cheapest headstone. You’ll have earned it.