Here in the States, Mother’s Day is on the 2nd Sunday in May and Father’s Day is the 3rd Sunday in June. What leads up is the Autism inAwareness Month, while I avoid to sound like a broken record, so called “autism parents” get not just May or June some love, but April in general. I sometimes wonder if this is intentional.

I have become more clear in recent years, I am not fond of parents. I am not fond of how the “nuclear family” values of, of keeping close, while non blood related people shouldn’t be so close, that children are extensions not reflections of their hierarchy, that children today lack the ability of being independent, and the media’s negativity is often shamed at the hierarchal child. The so-called “failure to launch” developmental handicap is never seem to be putting any responsibility for Generation X’s experimental parenting of micromanaging their child’s ability to be self sufficient.

While I hear so many family values, of selective authority of said parents, these parents have some elite power, where “moms” and “dads” seem to have a safe place, they have the capital, while tier own offsprings will be faulted for not growing up and become parents themselves.

We (as a society in general) put parents up on a pedestal, if an authoritative parent encroaches, or even tries to be the child’s everything, society gets in awe. When the institution is in question, parenting isn’t one, and so therefore journalistic tendencies of questioning the people of familiar power are not going to be held into account. The child chooses to be “lazy” so let’s blame everything on them.

I hate using the informal words like “mom” or “dad”. My mother is just that, someone who gave me life and really has had more affection, more abilities to project affirmation, and whenever I feel like I’ve failed she should feel so glad she was a somebody. Whenever she feels empty, she doesn’t realize she had more than a dozen people concurrent in my support circles that favored her, and not me.

The other crap you hear about children from a certain generation, that they were only to be seen and not be heard. New Hampshire parents in public places have little tolerance to when the child is feeling vulernable. They come off annoying, so by punishing them like a baby empowers the parent.

Dads may be abusive, mothers can be toxic. Kids who can’t become themselves are blamed. But it seems like the nostalgia that is in propaganda, the parents control these souls until they die. Again kids are extensions of parents (basically cloned to be the next succeeding offsprings) and not reflections (basically a varient of the parent, but not an completely cloned version of themselves.

Parents are arrogant pricks. Why should we celebrate it?