Once upon a time little girls played with dolls. They modeled what they saw their own mothers doing, having and raising babies. Cuddling, singing, rocking, changing diapers, praying over them, meeting their needs, and loving them. It was the natural transition to go from playing with dolls to helping with younger siblings, to having babies of your own. It was the natural rhythm of life in a home. This rhythm has now been completely disrupted in our culture.
Mommies don't take care of babies. Professionals do. There is no one to model mothering in the homes. Mothering although vital and essential to healthy family life is seen as something to be done outside of the home by strangers. Children raised in these settings observe uncaring mass group environments where little individual attention is given and workers rotate in and out. If a child is blessed enough to have a mommy at home, that mommy will probably have one or two babies and by the time the child outgrows the dolls there will not be any little siblings to practice on. They will be shuffled off to an education institution where they are age segregated and they will have no experience with little babies. At the age segregated, government socialist learning institution they will be taught that they should be doctors, or lawyers, or work anywhere but in their homes. If a little girls manages to get through her formative school years still wanting to be a mom this dream will die a quick death under the pressure to go to college and spend thousands of dollars on a higher education which will ensure her place in the work force if for no other reason then the debt that she has to pay off.
I teach a Sunday school preschool class and last Sunday one of the little girls started a conversation about wanting to be a vet when she grew up. All six of the little girls spoke up with their career ambitions. Not a single one of them said that they wanted to be a mom so I asked them if they had thought about that. They all just looked at me like, huh? I told them that being a mommy was a wonderful job and that working in their homes was a wonderful thing. After a minute of looking at me they returned to their conversation and decided that they would all become three musketeers.
