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Setting up a charity should come with a health warning: “DANGER. Proceed with caution. You may lose your sanity.” Just over a year ago I decided to set up peer-led discussion groups to support parents struggling to raise happy, confident children. I soon grew convinced that charitable status was the only way to go: individuals, trusts and foundations are wary of giving to anyone who has not registered as a charity (the tax implications are part of the reason). But, oh my word, do they make it difficult for you to become an official “do-gooder”! The red tape had me in knots, the small print made my head spin, the endless forms reduced me to tears. Thankfully, I found help in the shape of a generous and kind-hearted lawyer, Niall McAlister of the well-known firm CMS, who offered to help me pro bono. Knowing that the registration process was under control allowed me to work out what a small charity could do to benefit parents. I interviewed a succession of headmasters – and was shocked by what they told me. Almost a third of five-year-olds arrive at school in nappies, unable to sit and pay attention, play properly or eat with cutlery. This has been shown to affect a child’s long-term prospects: the five-year-old who was not school-ready is more likely to grow into the nine-year-old bully, who is more likely to get excluded from school, join a gang and wind up behind bars. Poor parenting is not confined to “chaotic” families. A Goldman Sachs banker confessed that when a doting auntie asked his five-year-old what she wanted to be when she grew up, the toddler answered promptly: “A client.” When Auntie looked puzzled, she elaborated: “Then Daddy would spend lots of time with me.”***
One corner of Britain where Christianity is still very much alive is south London. A great GP I know is part of a practice there, and has always been impressed by the size of the – mainly Afro-Caribbean – congregations that regularly and enthusiastically attend services at the Baptist, Seventh Day Adventist and Catholic churches near her. Equally impressive is the singing and dancing that goes on in their Sunday services, with swaying in the aisles and roof-raising choruses of “Hallelujah!” Such fervour holds some dangers, however. One morning, one of her patients, a huge Jamaican mother of five, came to the practice with a sprained ankle. It had ballooned visibly and ached, and the poor woman moaned and wailed, in real pain. Her GP asked how the sprain had come about. “In church,” answered the woman, beaming: “I was rejoicing.” Cristina Odone chairs the Parenting Circle









