Being a parent is the most difficult thing I have ever taken on in my life. There are days when I would gladly go back to being childless. Today is one of those days. My children have the ability to bring out feelings in me that I never knew about. There are times when I just have to walk away because I can feel the anger rising in me. Before I had children I had never felt such strong feelings, it is quite weird. I wonder if others also have this experience. I do not think parenting was ever meant to be like it is today in the western world. The whole reponsiblility of raising children being on the shoulders of two, often one, parent. It is our individualism that drives woman (since it is they that usually carry most of the burden) to deep loneliness, despair and despression when they cannot be the perfect mother. But I have been in other cultures where raising children was a collective responsibility, the whole burden was not on the shoulders of a pair of exhausted and harressed parents. The whole extended family and community raised the children. Grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, in-laws, all took on the responsibility to raise their families children. The children could run around the village in safety because everyone kept an eye on them. Mothers could go hours every day without seeing their kids and knowing they were being looked after. In the western world the parents are with the children 24/7, every day of the year, for years. The only break can be obtained by paying some stranger to look after your child, an expensive option. Going away on holiday does not give a break, the children are still there with their demands and needs. No wonder the modern family is breaking down at such a fast pace. There is no place for rest, for refreshment. Combine this with the pressures of work, keeping up with the Joneses and we can see it is no wonder so many want off the treadmill.