All the furniture is miniature, tiny chairs and fun size kitchens. The walls are plastered over in bright children’s art, and big print alphabets. Small backpacks are hung on mini hooks and toys are neatly labeled in assorted shelves. A comfy woman greats your child with an effervescent smile.
What’s not to love?
Daycare is a boogeyman amongst social conservatives. We here at Helicopter Mom rail against the evils of institutional nursery.
Children left in daycare for more than twenty hours a week experience symptoms of parental abandonment, we cite. The blood of children in daycare contains much higher levels of cortisol than their at home counterparts, we offer. Careless unskilled employees are no substitute for a mother, we say. Daycare is a chaotic Lord-of-the-Flies nightmare, we claim.
But is it really that bad?
After 3+ years on the other side of the iron curtain, I stand ready to turn traitor on my comrades. And without seeking to minimize the evils of Stalin’s meat grinding gulags, my goal is to highlight the many ways daycare enforces communist ideology.
True, these children are not beaten, starved, or worked to death. But they are forcibly isolated from home, in what may as well be, to them, Siberia.
Here are the six ways daycare embodies communism.
1. Broken Tribal Ties
Every day at baby gulag starts with a plea to mama. Whether it be a pitiful look, clinging to her arms, or pitching an all out hissy fit- all children attempt to stop their parent from leaving. And every day they are whisked away by their substitute mama, to have their desperate need for mama teased away with a shiny toy.
But they don’t forget so easily. Throughout the day they will scream or sob for her, after scraping a knee, sitting in time out, or getting a tummy ache. These immediate emotional and physical needs remind them of the woman that ought to meet them.
Over time, children will bond with their “teachers” and form an attachment to them, in imitation of the mother-child bond. This bond often becomes so strong that they are equally distraught by leaving her at the end of each day. Worse than breaking their natural bond to their actual mother, is the perpetual turn over of caregivers.
Once the child forms a strong bond with a mommy that stays, they move to a new room. Every year (often less) children are moved to a new teacher, with a different personality and vibe. Any tentative bond to the previous teacher is broken, as they are forced to quickly adapt to yet another substitute mommy.
Along with the new mommy comes new classmates, a new room, and sometimes different rules and standards. This creates and enforces a sense of rootlessness in their young lives. Nothing stays the same, not the environment, not the family.
Everyone belongs to everyone and nothing is personal or sacred. No person to call home, no tribe to belong to.
2. Homogenized Culture
While a child comes from a family with a unique history, culture, and principles, they spend most of their waking hours in a culture that neutralizes them. Everyone eats the same food, is made to believe the same things, and is stripped of personal belongings.
Everyone is expected to conform to the same standards and adopt the same habits- which are enforced by both state law and the center’s own regulations.
“I don’t care what you do at home, you’re here with me now.” – daycare mantra
3. Shared Resources
Every classroom is equipped with standard toys. Rather than embrace a cut throat, survival of the fittest mentality, teachers understandably feel the need to distribute the toys so all children have a fair share.
On a daily basis, teachers (often forcibly) snatch toys from an aspiring Ghengis Khan, and hand them out among their less fast and strong friends. Sharing is the number one value in daycare, and those that refuse are punished by long sits in the time out chair.
Children have their own backpacks and sheets, but otherwise private property norms are completely abolished.
4. Institutional Authority
Parental authority is built in to the parent-child relationship. It is natural and hierarchical. Insitutional authority is given by the state or the stock holders (in this case both). Parents have leased out their children to the watchful eye of state regulations and penny-pinching administrators.
Children are taught to mind basically anyone that declares herself to be an authority. From desperate single moms to careless college girls, children blindly submit to whoever happens to be hired on staff.
They are trained to obey complete strangers without question! To trust nameless faces for such intimate things as diaper changing, bottom wiping, and injury care. It teaches them to be docile and submissive to a faceless institution, while undermining the parental bond.
If a child is disliked by a teacher they often have no place to retreat. They can be mercilessly picked at for minute behavior and made a pariah to their friends. The whim of who the teacher favors controls the child’s experience all day. Often, teacher favorites have similar personalities to them and look like them even. I’ve seen it over and over.
Insitutional authority of this kind is a sinister threat to the children. They grow up docile and easily controlled, from cradle to grave.
5. Rule by Fear
With large classroom sizes even in expensive daycares, rigid schedules, and a sprinkle of troubled children, teachers are left with few resources to combat chaos. With one child hitting, another child crying, and yet another peeing on the floor, the only way to manage an unruly group is with a reign of terror.
Most parents blow off character problems in their child. Administrators are annoyed by children sent to the office. How do you make a child sit in time out and adhere to a thousand rules? By being louder, bigger, and threatening.
No parent should be surprised that these teachers raise their voices, get up in children’s faces, or even snarl. Twelve children to one woman is a losing battle. Daycare acclimates children to the terror of a random teacher’s mood, whim, and level of harshness- while depriving them of loving character development from committed parents.
6. Erasure of the Self
The saddest part to watch is the erasing of individuality in a child. Through hours of free play and exploration, children learn to create, express themselves, and imagine. Typically, children have less than one hour of free play in a daycare. It is simply impractical to allow free exploration in a small room crammed with children.
Children are assigned to “centers” where they are free to play with a box of toys- for around fifteen minutes. Many a little boy is emersed in a Lego tower, when he is forced to stop and change activities. This constant interruption throughout the day thwarts pictures half drawn, baby’s half fed, and roads half laid.
It teaches the child to never fully commit to any activity, lowering the attention span and destroying creative capacity. Much of this damage is likely never undone after the formative years.
Adhering to the schedule is more important than learning or building. Conforming to the whole is above the interests of one.
Let My People Go
Plastic nipples, faceless nannies, and an ever changing environment is the norm for thousands of children world wide.
It didn’t used to be this way.
*I write this while my little prisoners are napping on cots strewn around the room, refuge style. A rogue napper with sparkly blue eyes named Kate has wriggled onto my lap and, as if to sabotage me, refuses to budge. She actively subverts my crusade for baby freedom by grabbing my hands and giggling into my neck. Kid’s got spunk.
“Kate when I was a little girl I never went to school,” I whisper.
She grins at me in disbelief.
Dating for a traditionalist is akin to looking for a needle in a very dirty haystack. We are all surrounded with the repugnant messages and images of modernity, encouraging our young women to forgo marriage in favor of careers and fleeting experiences whilst teaching our young men to fear and abhor long-term commitments as if they were a plague.
The results of this disastrous, anti-family campaign are easily observed within any online community of traditionalists and far right political participants. Young men and women are surrounded by the most unfortunate products of modernity, from hypersexual females to effeminate males with little to no prospects of meeting a new pool of likeminded individuals. In the most extreme situations, young men begin to develop a deep-seated distrust for women as a whole, while young women are left to squander away their childbearing years, potentially even race mixing. The importance of smart marriages and the establishment of wholesome families cannot be undervalued; we have no future if we do not begin to build strong familial foundations. The question is what do we do?
While a definitive solution to the current condition of moral decay continues to elude even the most ardent of problem-solvers, there are certain steps that we can take within our own communities to mitigate causalities to this unseemly dating scene. Firstly, we must return to courtship. The modern dating culture has left men and women alike under the impression that the purpose of dating is not to find a permanent partner and enter into marriage, but to have fun for a moment and dispose of each other when the things stop being entertaining; this is not conducive to strong, traditional family building. We must enter into each and every relationship with the mentality that the partners are potential spouses. We must be upfront about those expectations at the introduction in order to ensure that both parties are at least open to the possibility (let’s face it, the word ‘marriage’ causes many normies to run for the hills). Your partner must at the very least, be willing to discuss marriage. If the person is not, then further time needn’t be wasted.
Young men must not forget that it is their duty to present the most masculine version of themselves; the intent is to attract the highest quality woman as possible. This means taking care of yourself by maintaining health, weight, and personal hygiene. It also means approaching women respectfully and tactfully. Women will not want to date a man that fears making the first step or a man that treats her like another man.
Women must maintain their modesty and their chastity. Promiscuous behavior before marriage is not only unattractive to the traditional male, but it also reduces the chances of having a healthy marriage. The best thing that a woman can do is preserve herself for a man that she intends to marry. This means no twerking and no keg-stands at frat parties. Perhaps just as important as the preservation of modesty is the embodiment of femininity. This does not mean wearing booty shorts and sleeping around; this means conducting oneself with grace, speaking with deference and softness, behaving empathically, and emitting gentleness and sensitivity. These characteristics will signal to a man that you are worthy of their effort and their time, capable of marriage and raising quality children; the better you present yourself, the more eagerly good men will pursue you.
Finally, we must return to relying on family and older generations to participate in matchmaking. Our current society conditions us to recoil from the partnership suggestions and advice that come from our elders when in fact we should react oppositely. The quality members of older generations have not only the benefit of experience, but also the wisdom of participating in extended relationships. It is to be noted that many of our elders, particularly boomers of the ‘free love’ era are not from whom we should be seeking advice; it is not lost on anyone that many of us are blazing the trail of traditionalism within our families. We should be looking to those elders whom have been a beacon of traditionalism, even if that person is the old woman handing out programs at church every Sunday. We must seek out the wisdom and experience of our most traditional elders and attempt to rebuild old-fashioned community connections. Maybe Mrs. Walter the program lady has a homeschooled, Christian nephew about your age; you never know until you start building. These are the resources that we must tap into in order to locate promising matches.
Modernity and degeneracy have brought about brutal consequences to the health of our people and the potential of our future. Birthrates are down; both in and out of wedlock while divorce rates are up. Many of us are the first batch of aspiring traditionalists in several generations, therefore we have quite a hefty task before us: we must become for our children everything that our parents were not. We begin rebuilding our strong communities by openly pursing lasting matches, embodying our gender roles, and tapping into the wisdom of our traditional elders. Remember that Rome was not built in a day; our toils in the present serve to ensure that we are leaving a more wholesome world for our children.
Imagine a world where you rarely hear your parents fight. Where your parents are married- to each other. Where you never worry about your parents divorcing, where most your friends’ parents are married.
Imagine a world where you spend half your days outdoors. Where you wake up to a slow, lazy breakfast. Where you stay at home, mostly, doing your school work at leisure. Where your mom is your teacher and your siblings are your classmates. You have all day to grow and explore and learn, where you have time. Where you aren’t forced into assocation with troubled children, who may hate you for being white.
Imagine a world where your history isn’t denigrated and your ancestors spat upon, where you aren’t forced to side against them in mandatory testing. A world free of Ritalin, bullying, and school lockdowns.
Imagine a world without the constant chatter of the tv, without the constant presence of Hollywood, teaching you that a boy’s a girl and a girl’s a boy. Without the 5 o’ clock news patronizing those racist Republicans and ignorant evangelicals.
This world has a mom and a dad, a garden, and maybe, (if you’re lucky) a goat. Your daddy plants trees and your mom’s golden bread rises in the window sill. A world with wood to burn in winter and fruit to can in summer.
A world where up is down and down is up and everything’s obvious. A world with a church on Sunday, a world of high vaulted ceilings and stained window panes. A world with a future, a place, and a purpose.
To some of us, this is the stuff of dreams. But it’s nothing more than the childhood that many of your great grandparents lived.
For the traditionalist, this world is the one we build for our children. It is real. It is here. And it is our’s. Never stop fighting to reclaim this lost world of obvious things for ourselves and our children.
Imagine a world where they’re free.
This recipe was given to me by Tercio of the Beyond The Wall podcast:
“First I have to explain that Venezuelans don’t understand the arepa themselves. The greatness of the arepa is NOT the arepa itself, but the stuffing or filling. So, the arepa tortilla is as follows:
Two cups of white corn flower
Half a cup of oatmeal
You pour water on them until the dough is firm but soft, then you make balls and flatten them, but not too much. You should be able to slice it open with a knife and put stuff on it. They shouldn’t be as flat as crackers
You then cook them on a flat surface until they’re solid, but NOT crispy.
As for fillings: you can do cheese, ham, and/or bacon. A typical Venezuelan filling is called “Reina Pepiada”, which is pulled chicken with avocado and mayo. It looks like this:
You take the chicken and you mesh it up with the avocado and mayo. Mayo can be optional but avocado is not.
The other famous one is Arepa with pulled beef:
And there you have it.”
I found an old poem I wrote as a teenager. It’s about the seasons of womanhood. : )
Rays smile, beams dance down,
Morning, noon, then night pass away,
Images flicker, this circle shines now
A more yellow sky opens today–
Life rises, falls, in a rhythmical whirl
A pattern of arc, a spiral of light
Among the gold streaks a lone girl
Is watching the sun’s curling bright.
Here alone a girl is standing:
Waiting for the waking dawn,
Waiting in the morning’s rise.
Evening clothes her in antique hue,
Peace is the color, wisdom the word,
Silver portion is her’s, in this midnight blue–
To advise, to counsel, to teach, to award.
As the stars shine forth, on this, life’s last twilight,
I look at her bent hands, her dim eye,
A mother of mothers, a girl’s guiding light–
I hope she’s done much, for only doings don’t die.
Here alone a girl is standing:
Waiting for enlightened eyes,
Waiting in the morning’s rise.
Noon brings forth her blinding white
Love is the color, a wife and a mother
Bask in a soft warmth, this the highlight–
To hold her husband’s hand, her baby’s finger.
As the light blazes down, on this, life’s grand climax–
I stare at her full lap, her warm arms,
The keeper of home, the birther of souls,
I hope she is charmed, as now are all charms.
Here alone a girl is standing:
Waiting for the blush of love,
Waiting in the morning’s rise.
Dawn opens softly, her rosy fingertips
Clear is the color, new the idea.
Mist kissed is morning, fresh is each green glimpse–
A girl stands, on the cusp of what will be.
As the new day rises, with sleep’s veils ascent–
Drenching an old land, washing a clean face,
Her garden inclosed, spring shut up, her fountain sealed yet,
I hope she is ready, as she now runs the race.
Here alone a girl is standing:
Waiting for courage to come.
Waiting, in the morning’s rise.