Poverty vs Parenting

The hot debate at the moment. Not that there is much to debate about but certainly a lot to sooth the conscience of those considering the pitfalls of modern living and the dilemmas within it.

Anyway I listened and heard and thought and concluded that actually it depends on how one looks at these two very relevant social issues to guide your thoughts about it....at this moment in time I feel that there is so much that links these two issues to each other that one cannot argue or debate it with the intention of separating it from each other. For me they are so interlinked that one will not get agreement in the current debate. However, I have a life experience that helps me in my thinking.

Growing up in poverty, of course the way I know poverty, always thinking about where are we going to get money, can we afford bread, stressing about paying debt, feeling so numb at times that the end of the week that people nowadays look forward, was always feared and the wish existed that it would never come...it held too many memories (bad I must add) of saying that "sorry we don't have money to pay'...after many years of this one feel so worthless and value certainly vanishes...that you would get stuck in the rut of poverty, not believing and feeling..... really bad.

Of course poverty is never good but I would have given everything to have had money every week or at least some money coming into the home so we could afford food or more thereof.

If it was left up to poverty on it's own I can see how my life would have been so much different. It drags one down and leaves you there for you to step right over or walk right over yourself...yes because eventually you become your worst enemy with a view that someone else needs to do something for you so you can feel better...well that was a hell of a wake up call for me and I am sure for many other...that actually it is up to me to make change and by doing that I could see a way out.

Looking back now from where I am now to where I was then I realise that parenting played a huge part in my getting up and dusting myself off. Now my parents did the best they could which in todays eyes may have been a miserable failure...my father liking his drink and not able to provide for us and when he does work he used to bring us the remnants of his party which at most was a small packet of crisps and a load of guilt which often came in a cup early in the morning ...YES TEA. Lovely memories but so linked to bad ones that you wonder if you are a bit weird to think it was lovely.

My mother on the other hand was a hard worker and she did this with the best of intensions because we had to survive but it also allowed her a bit of an escape from the hard side of being at home...she had eight hours working hard but of bliss...but it was a good way of her surviving...I don't blame her and actually feel really blessed to have had her.

Me my sister and brother we were home, we had to think about food, we had to think about how much money can we get to get food, we had to think about the debtors and how we were going to tell them we have no money this week, we had to think about the list of food stuffs we can get from this measly bit of money...it was very hard for us but we did it...We hated each other and loved each other because we suffered together.

Again I must say that we got stronger and we had some parenting that allowed us to want better...my mother always saying sabr children God only give you what you need to get stronger, dad showing us that you can show love in so many different ways, sharing with each other and others is where your Baraka (blessing) lies. Be good to other and they will be good to you. Dream big and look keep that dream ahead so you know what you working towards...we used to walk on a Saturday morning, going visiting my aunt and cousins, and we would dream of our home in the mountain with garage ...why in the mountains I have no idea but maybe it was because it was high and no one would be able to get to us or maybe we thought that having a house so high was synonymous of what we get to be in life ...I don't know but we held that dream so dear.

Support was what we had certainly from my mother...celebrating with us when we did well at school, staying up late waiting for your results, giving you a candle to study by knowing that you will be doing so in the bathroom in the bath...wow those are such powerful memories it makes me feel nostalgic.

Never forgetting my father who showed us that we need to value all people doesn't matter what race, colour or creed...teaching us that hate brings no benefit the best way to fight todays demons is to make yourself better one step at a time...never think that the change will be achieved at once it needs you to do something and continue to do it in order to get the change affected from that level. I remember on the train station that my dad never made us feel any less than anyone else despite the fact that there was this little placards saying 'whites only'...it never bothered me. We got where we needed to and we ate and drank to sustain us...in a way I thank my dad for teaching me that no one human has the right to make you less than what you are.

Looking back on my life I see the possibilities that presented to me during a very hard poor existence and feel that these possibilities exists for everyone. As hard as one fights to deal with depression and the knowledge that getting better lies with you ...that is exactly how hard you have to fight to get out a situation that does not make you feel good...while you breath and can greet every morning you have the power and no one can take that from you.

It is therefore that I hold the view that poverty on it's own does not equal dysfunction...that parenting on it's own or lack thereof does not equal dysfunction...but that the two together is a heck of a doozy...however, no matter what that doozy it is not the end and that some good parenting in a poor situation equals possibilities...it doesn't have to be much...only the ambition, the pride, the responsibility and the kindness and belief is what you need to make something as BAD as that work for you...and it can WORK because I know of many that have come out on the other side ME included.

So again I say you can be as poor as that but if you have parents who love you and give you some good input dysfunction will mean a different thing.

Life is never too hard, it is always what Allah mean it to be for you...it is for you to be patient and find the lesson and the growth...In my family we children always say SABR when we want something but can't have it immediately...you know why...because we will get it soon!!!!!!