I was the 6th child of 7 children. I’m sure my mum and dad loved each other, in the 1950s they had 6 children and 8 years later my sister. The second child had a severe learning disability, eventually my dad became an alcoholic, drank most of what he earned. My mum took on several jobs leaving the older child to look after the rest of us. We scrapped by on a pittance. Was it my fault to be born into this poverty? Apart from good, poor clothing meant we were always cold and I remember having an old army coat as a blanket on my bed. My mum did her very best in dire circumstances.
50 or so years later, we’ve all worked all our lives, fortunate in the fact I guess that we got a goodish education, we’ve all paid taxes and been good citizens of the society in which we live.
I remember being hungry and it was horrible to get home from school and be lucky if there was a bit of bread and margarine and then put sugar on top. There were times we had plentiful potatoes because mum would take us tattie picking in the holidays. Things have changed and children regardless of their circumstances coming into this world deserve at the very least to be fed, but not just fed, but clothed and warmed. I am also a great believer in that children should be able to have the norms of the era in which they live. So basics, hot water, a tv, a place to feel safe. Alas, there is so much lacking now for the most deprived, there is no replacement for good parenting, but in the absence of that then it is up to the rest of society to look out for those children and provide in whatever way they can. So whether parents smoke, paint their nails, gamble, drink, whatever that is and children fall through the safety net that is meant to be there, what they need more than anything is compassion.
MR is brilliant, the government however is not.