Spottiew, I hear you. There is way too much difference between our lives and those of natural cultures. I have a page on my site developing about this, although like most of my life, it is still unfinished (procrastination, anyone?). Parenting, Unplugged
I personally take the angle that you have to change things up for the first few years of the child's life if you want to try to be biologically appropriate with child raising. We simply can't keep things the same AND be biologically appropriate if for no other reason than our modern western lives are so far from natural as to be hilarious.
"Getting into nature" is going to the park, beach or the backyard for most, it certainly isn't thrashing through a jungle or hiking a mountain or picking berries from a cactus in the desert. We don't teach how to build a ground nest out of leaves or a shelter out of bark, we teach how to operate a remote control. The fact that we have a term like "getting into nature" pretty much sums it up.
So we have to make a choice. Keep things the same and struggle with "what to do" all day, or change things up, shake things around and go feral for a while. We learn as much as they do when we do that, but it isn't for everyone. I don't do housework because I can't. I have a fierce jungle baby, who lets me know what he wants and how he wants it and he is demanding natural and I am adapting. Kicking and screaming about it sometimes, yes, but adapting.
What would you do all day if you didn't have a job but also
didn't have a child? Aside from "go stir crazy". There's no such thing as boring situations, only boring thoughts. Imagine you are financially independent and finally free of work constraints... what would you do? I'd still do my job occasionally (and I do it for free at the moment, actually), so I just take my son. I also like sitting around, sloth like. It's not everyone's cup of tea but I love it, and my son adapted to that (we have had to adapt to each other's quirks, as ya do).
Usually though, it's not easy. Suburban life is designed to take us away from our homes, into work and then back to cook and sleep. Weekends are also about getting away from our homes, into some activity, and then back to cook and sleep. We don't really "live" in our homes, there's not much to learn in them for the very small. My son goes stir crazy if we're not outside, he starts getting destructive because he isn't growing and learning. I still haven't figured out how to do it in a house, esp as I am not one of those people who can do the homemade play dough thing and water play and whatnot without wanting to rip my own face off. It's just NOT my thing. I don't do "child play". And there are many like me, many more than they like to admit because it's just not the "done thing" to admit you hate playing child games when you have children.
Luckily for me, I am drawn to the parenting philosophies that don't
encourage child play and structuring my life around them, but them fitting in with me. I believe child games are for children, my time for them has passed, thank Lerds, and my parents never played with me (they were old folk when I was born) and I benefited from that and wouldn't change it. So I have to create a life for them to fit into. Something that benefits us all. Not easy. Other children were meant to be in a child's life. I see this in all other cultures - except ours, as usual. Unstructured play with different ages, unfettered with adult presence. They only play with us cos we're the only ones there. I find as soon as there are other kids around, I become invisible to my kids. And it is MAGICAL. They don't want to play with me, they don't even need me to "Watch this" and "look at me mom". Their neediness just disappears. It suddenly feels... natural.
I wish I had an answer, but I don't. I resent our culture, can you tell? We've isolated the family, esp the mother and children, from the rest of the world, from our communities.
If anyone has any ideas, I'd be open to them. Let's start a commune, a good one, on a river bank, with tire swings and nightly campfires. Woot.