One of the things that people feel pleased about in the modern world is the extended childhood.
A couple of centuries ago kids were expected to go out and help earn at quite a young age.
Enlightened us consider this a reprehensible thing, and can scarce think other than those parents of yore were somehow malicious. We demand that children be able to reach ages near their 20th before deeming that they should take on adult responsibilities.
Sounds nice, yeah?
And yet, we now burden them with responsibility for the whole freaking planet, for all people, all life of all species, of all time. Moreover they are not considered to have been born in innocence, but they are guilty by dint of their very birth.
Children once worked on the farm from a young age but at least it was under the instruction and supervision of people parents. Even ignoring parental love there was the fact that an injured kid could contribute nothing that would have them calibrate what they get the kid to do. The family mattered back then.
Now it is all about heaping causes, issues and guilt upon them by their teachers. These teachers are not responsible for bringing up the child. At the end of the year the conveyor belt slips along and the kid goes to the next year. The teacher does not have to pay for the psychologist, help them sleep at night, or explain to them that it is OK for them to go on a holiday instead of worrying about seas washing over their houses and bones bleaching in barren deserts. They don’t have to tell the kids that they are not bad just because they are boys, or that the kid who hand-made Valentine’s card for their daughter is not a ropist in waiting.
The ones who actually love the kids are being sidelined. All is being given to the teachers and the teachers unions. But they don’t give a rat’s for kids. Their eyes are focused elsewhere, beyond their charges, where all their causes converge into a utopian mirage. To them children are just a translucent blur that they are looking though.
Those kids who used to help Mum with the washing or Dad with feeding the pigs were in paradise compared to the purgatory kids are born into today.