I was chatting to someone about the impending move yesterday and he wisely observed "you and the kids are what is known as collateral damage".
He hit the nail on the head as to how we're feeling.
I know it will all be fine. I know that in a few years from now we'd probably be settled and not want to live anywhere else. I know that you always take yourself with you and that no place is any better or worse than any other place.
But I still have the right to be angry and upset and sad. To say no, I don't want to look on the bright side. No I don't want to be positive about this right now.
The children's reactions reflect their selves so well. N, nonchalant, ok, when are we leaving. R burst into tears of genuine grief and sobbed for the loss of his friends, his home, his school, his suzuki music, asked if our helper would come with us and declared that he wasn't going. That dad should quit his job and find another. That he was taking all his friends with him. I tried "but you won't have to learn Chinese all day" and "you'll have a proper garden" and "there's not so much concrete and pollution" but it all didn't matter one iota to him. And I can see why. Last night as we left school after their speech festival, left right and centre as we walked down the stairs and out the gate kids of all ages were running up to him to say hi, and calling his name from a distance and from across the street. He's a child who is so loved by everyone.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, one of his little friends is coming for a playdate this afternoon, and, wonders of all wonders, a sleepover. It will be the little boy's first sleepover, aged 7 (my kids have been doing this since they were about 4 with various close friends). He couldn't be in better hands I think.
Friday, January 28, 2011
collateral damage
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Thursday, January 27, 2011
another gauntlet thrown down....
So not only does it seem that chunks of Tiger parenting actually works and is scientifically sound, but now too that old fashioned testing also has it's merits, and is in fact a superior method for ensuring information is stored and can be retrieved over the longer term. Poor Howard Gardner.
"Howard Gardner, an education professor at Harvard who advocates constructivism — the idea that children should discover their own approach to learning, emphasizing reasoning over memorization — said in an e-mail that the results “throw down the gauntlet to those progressive educators, myself included.”"
I'm going to embrace those dictations. I have one in about 2.5 hours, time to cram baby cram.
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011
being or doing
If you were given 6 months to live. 6 healthy months (i.e. not in a hospital or constantly at hospitals / doctors) would you do or would you be?
If do, what would you do? Do you have a list of things you want to do before you die?
If be, how would you be?
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The "science"
One more way in which the tiger mother's approach differs from that of her Western counterparts: her willingness to drill, baby, drill. When Sophia came in second on a multiplication speed test at school, Chua made her do 20 practice tests every night for a week, clocking her with a stopwatch. "Tenacious practice, practice, practice is crucial for excellence; rote repetition is underrated in America," she writes. In this, Chua is right, says Daniel Willingham, a professor of psychology at the University of Virginia. "It's virtually impossible to become proficient at a mental task without extensive practice," he notes.
The last sentence of course, is what I'm referring to in my post yesterday about keeping a long term relationship with your children intact.
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011
The deficit model
I've been having a couple of online and off-line conversations with people about their relationships with their parents. This afternoon was a particularly poignant one as an Asian friend of mine explained to me how she'd finally, after nearly a year of counselling managed to pluck up the courage to dare to be angry with her parents and to tell them just what was bothering her. Before that, she was just angry. Walking around with the anger in her and allowing it to dominate her being, without being able to either give expression to it, nor to direct it to where it actually belonged.
The source of her anger? The deficit model. The fact that her entire life, her parents have seen only what she lacks, what's not perfect, what could or should (in their view) be there that isn't. When she was studying it was her exam results or comparative position, when she finished studying, it was the lack of a "professional" qualification, when she had that, it was her relative salary, and now, the fact that she isn't married and doesn't have children. As she relates it, currently the first post-greeting question she has to address every phone call, every meeting, every encounter is whether she's seeing someone or not.
Another person, professional, married and with a child, has to encounter criticism and unnecessary comments on every aspect of her choices as a working mother. Knowing the people in question, I don't think it would be any different were she not working, or not a mother.
Both separately have wailed to me "I just want acknowledgement. I just want acceptance. I just want them to say, it's hard, but you're doing just great. Look how far you've come." They just want one conversation which focuses on the good and completely ignores what is missing, where the deficits are, what can be improved or how far they have to go as people or parents or mothers or anything else.
What is it in some (most?) of us that we're either having the rug pulled out from under us, or we're doing the same to someone else? How often do conversations twist enviously about someone and conclude that they may have A, but boy are they lacking in B? Try it, pick someone, anyone - how about poor Steve Jobs. Because now, he may have everything with Apple, but boy, what is that worth if you don't have your health. It's so darn easy to think this way.
I've been spending some time watching the excellent DVD series "Developing Minds" in order to educate myself and understand what is getting in the way of my children's path to performing within a normal band academically in the school room situation. Even as the series emphasises strengths and potential and positive ways of addressing things, I had to ask my friend - "How much of who you are, you the successful, beautiful, intelligent, accomplished, professional, financially independent person that you are, is a result of who they were in always focusing on the deficit?"
She was stumped. "Maybe all of it." She responded. "And my brother and sister are also successful, And then I look at my nieces and nephews who are being parented quite differently and there are issues academically. And I'm not sure why" I asked her what a parent should then do? Which paths should we be following when? When do we need to intervene? When do we need to point out that improvements can and probably should be made. How do we know which matters are important enough to help with, or identify. How do we go about it? Of course it isn't always a painless process. She took the easy way out (well, we didn't have much more time as we both had to rush) and said until she had kids she didn't have to answer these questions but could see just how hard it was.
I did carry on thinking about it though. It's an awfully fine line we walk on as people and as parents.
Simplistically one could say that our ultimate biological role in this world is "procreation". One could get a little more sophisticated and add "nurturing our young and leading them to independence" (and then we can die peacefully). And now, in this day and age as we live beyond 35-40, I think it may be worth adding and "sustaining a healthy adult relationship with them after maturity".
I have a sneaky suspicion that while our mortality has ventured into the third point, our psychological make-up and behaviour often gets stuck on the 2nd. So we keep on pushing and pressing those buttons, out of what we call love or a desire for the best in our offspring, ( I also have to wonder how much of this deficit thinking and behaviour has to do with envy and trying to undermine others) but which ultimately end up in destroying our relationship with them forever. Or even, perversely (which I've seen enough in practise - and see the comments on "my tiger mum led my sister / brother to suicide") ends up destroying the person or their potential in the process.
I've just googled "don't gain the world and lose your soul," and found out that the quote came from none other than Bob Marley! And then going through his other quotes, I came across this rather extended one. I'm not sure he was talking about a mother, or father or parents, but how wonderful it would be if your children could one day say this about you:
"Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life."
— Bob Marley
Can I ask a hand's up from anyone out there who feels like that about either or both of their parents?
"you find that being vulnerable is the only way..." How many adults out there feel safe enough emotionally with their parents to dare to expose their vulnerabilities and not be scared?
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Monday, January 24, 2011
children quotes:
My son to his father yesterday - after he finally was allowed "angry birds" on his i-touch after finally memorising his Chinese and English pieces for the speech festival.
"You know Dad, life is just like a game. At the end, it's the end. You know what I mean, you just die. But in the mean time, you just have to keep on playing and playing."
The wisdom of a 7 year old.
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