Parental Attachment and Dependency in Lebanese Children

In the wild, baby animals are generally weaned by their mothers for an average of nine months, depending on what sort of animal they are, and then they are released, so to speak, into the utter wild, with nobody to fend for them but themselves. Whatever danger comes their way becomes their own problem, for now their parents can move on with their lives and find whatever prey to slay, this time for personal consumption rather than the lowest rations, because their babies would have been prioritised.

This is the same way with Australian mothers and children. Children are usually housed until they are eighteen years of age, after which they are gifted a key by several people to indicate their freedoms and to boost their hopes that one day they too can afford a house of their own and to pay for their own phone bills and cook their own chicken parmagiana with a side serving of peas and carrots, and to afford to pay for the electricity so that the can enjoy some shrimp on the barbecue and to watch a round of football on the television after removing an icy cold bottle of VB beer.

However, with wogs, Lebanese people in particular, things for children do not quite flow in this manner. Darwinism is eliminated and rewritten, in that the child, child meaning a son or daughter aged between zero and whatever age they are before they wed a suitor who the parents fall in love with before he or she does, has only two predators: their father or mother, depending on who wears the pants in the marriage when they are angry with the child, or anything in the 'outside world', illicit or totally legal, such as clubbing, Australian children or peers, public transport, alcohol, driving at nighttime, driving in the daytime, driving in the afternoon, not wearing socks or using an ATM machine to withdraw cash without the protection of the child's grandmother. There are many more predators out there, and unfortunately, due to the many types of wogs and beliefs in the world, the list of these predators is too long to mention. It is thus safer, in the Lebanese version of Darwinism, for the child to remain indoors and eat things wrapped in pita bread and to be molly-coddled until a rather exquisite wedding ring states otherwise.

There is no mere weaning in a Lebanese household - there is a constant spying and feasting and nagging and never-ending sadness about things such as out of date food or the latest bombing victims sprawled on live television or missing an episode of a Spanish show that is dubbed in Arabic, even though the missing of this episode will not leave the viewer confused because each episode is a dramatic reenactment of each prior episode - and, mind you, in the viewing of these episodes, the Lebanese child must too watch it and enjoy it even if they speak and understand a dialect which differs from the one being spoken in the series.

The Lebanese child must not argue, and must take into accordance every claim made by their parents as a fact, such as the Lebanese people differentiating from Arabs, the Lebanese people inventing the wheel, the Lebanese people inventing language, the number system and the alphabet, the Lebanese people inventing all good foods and deserts, the Lebanese people being the people of the Lord Jesus and the Lord Jesus being the only leader of religion for any other religion is a demonic one even if Christianity branches into several types and Lebanese people are all different types - all other claims by other cultures are simply false if they claim that they begun either of these great things, for their creations are simply derivatives from all creations by the Lebanese people. 

Lebanese people are not the wagers of war, it is some other form of people that began war and Lebanese people simply have no capabilities or intentions of performing any acts of violence, even though they cluster in gangs in Australia and shank anything with a pair of eyes that ponder near them for a duration of two seconds.

Lebanese children, apart from having a dependence on their parents, also have a dependence on welfare and insurance claims. Centrelink sponsors their vehicular customizations and the acquiring of their three-white-striped pants and nightly meals at McDonald's which follows their meals at home cooked fresh daily for painstaking hours, but I suppose all that hair needs a large amount of vitamins and nutrients from all food sources in order to maintain their Mediterranean shine.

Holidays such as New Years, Christmas, Easter and even Birthdays become a blessing for Lebanese children and their financial statuses because apart from Centrelink, they also are sponsored by their grandparents' pension money. These money-giving times also may happen on weekends, or after the Lebanese child taking their grandmother shopping or dropping their grandfather off at the horse races. The money is usually found lying around curled in their grandparents' old socks, or tucked away in the storage compartments of their sofa-beds. This money may arrive into the hands of the Lebanese children smelling mouldy, but that is just because they have been tucked away for so long, hidden from any source of fingers or light. 

The money Lebanese children have, despite from whence it came, must be spent wisely, and there is no better way to do that than to haggle down the prices of things which have already had their prices reduced due to them being sale items, located in the sale basket, a place where all Lebanese inhabitants of earth enjoy thriving. Although most that they purchase from this place are things that they do not need, their purchase will still please the Lebanese people simply because they are things which have been haggled down twice. They do not, during this time of haggling, take into account the humiliation that their children feel. A sale item reduced to two-dollars must be reduced even more, no matter how loud their voices must go. They fail to keep their claims said to the shopkeepers about five dollars being the only amount they have, because of the fact that their Gucci handbags are full of fifty-dollar notes.

Over-feeding, multiple-cousin support systems, and hundreds of gifted bottles of perfumes are amongst most things that come with being a dependent Lebanese child. While I am indeed dependent, I will enjoy every minute because life as good as this does not come to any other culture.