I confess I have not been faithful to you, Ratlings. I hope you can forgive me for my wayward heart.
Perhaps this is an appropriate place to post this – perhaps no appropriate place exists. But I am angry. I am angry that I live in a world that has driven me from my parents due to economic opportunity. I longingly dream of a non-existent future where a job magically materializes and we can relocate to them. Raising young children away from your mother is not an easy task. But maybe it isn’t the lack of my mother that drives the consternation.
I’m angry because I live in a world where the only children I hear playing are my own and that my doorway remains empty to gossiping women coming to call, to pass on recipes, swap war stories, and share learned wisdom with. I’m angry that our economy has been structured to require two wage earners more often than not and that the feminist movement has made it so unseemly to stay home with your family.
I am angry that I am raising 3 children in a toxic culture that seeks to destroy their sexual identities well before they understand (or should understand) the purpose of sex. My sons will grow up walking on egg shells where men sign temporary marriage contracts because it isn’t rape if you both sign consent waivers (never mind the accomplishments of the first wave of domestic violence advocates). My daughter will be bullied into sterile competition with men while being viewed with skepticism by those men as women complete their mantis preying on them. I’m afraid they will not find wives and husband. I’m afraid of uncertain futures where they can not find work to support themselves due to an education system ill-suited to teaching them.
And finally, I’m angry at conservatives who should be on my side but seem to be ok with many of the things going on around us. Broken communities, broken families, uncertain futures. They seem unconcerned with things that exacerbate and unconcerned with finding ways to alleviate. In this world, its each of us for his own.
So buck up, chickadee. Your on your own. No help here, not now or ever. Keep struggling the best you can to do what’s right and pray it all goes ok.