Anonymous wrote:The domestic labor thread got me thinking: my parents never played with me and my siblings growing up, nor did they help us with homework or provide extracurricular academic enrichment. They loved us and we had family dinners every night, but it was clear that the world belonged to adults and as long as we were out of the way and not in trouble we played did whatever we made up.
Yesterday I saw a ten-year-old boy on his bicycle alone outside (in our very safe neighborhood) and I actually caught myself wondering if he was safe alone near the street. What happened to change the parenting landscape so much?
My grandmother was born in 40. Her elder brother is about 9.5 months older than she is, and she was premature enough that she wasn’t expected to survive so wasn’t given a name for a few months. Her mother was simply not around, working at least two jobs, putting herself through teacher’s school and gleaning fields, while her husband sat on a barstool and drank away the money. He was physically, mentally and emotionally abusive, moreso while drunk, so the three kids (younger brother is ~13 months younger than my grandmother) hid outside until the last minute. To this day, she is very passive aggressive, but when the only recourse she had was to purposefully made the gravy lumpy or to oversalt mashed potatoes? Her mother cared about their grades, father didn’t. She’s 12 years older than her sister, and her sister spent school days at a neighbor’s house until kindergarten. My grandmother came home on the bus every afternoon, picked up her sister, cooked dinner, and cleaned up after her drunk of a father, while her brothers played football or did other things after school, then drove home with their mom. No, my grandmother isn’t an intellectual, but she’s got more common sense than any dozen other people, and she was determined to give her kids a better childhood than she had.
My mother was born in 63. Her mom cared about results and togetherness, so the three of them (my grandmother, mother and uncle) took ballet and piano together, and they went on family trips all over the country, always wearing homemade, matching clothes. Although homework and ballet/piano were enforced, nobody checked or corrected anything, mostly because my grandfather didn’t care and wasn’t capable, while my grandmother barely got her diploma. My grandmother stayed home until both kids were in school full time, then volunteered at school until they offered her a position as an aide/gym teacher (she took it with the understanding that she could go on every field trip, have every school day her kids were off with them at home, and she could stay home with them anytime they were sick). Both my mother and uncle were encouraged to join band and any after school activity that interested them, provided that they were willing to practice and fulfill the full commitment. My grandmother refused to believe that drugs, alcohol and tobacco were being passed around the middle school bathroom, that there were drug deals in the high school hall and stuck her head in the sand about how many girls dropped out of high school because they were pregnant. When my uncle broke his leg and my mom was home sick, she retrieved assignments for both and was too shocked (pda) and scared (drugs in plain view) to walk down the hall. Oh, and my grandfather was physically, mentally and emotionally abusive to all three of them, but she stayed because she “made a promise” and she “wouldn’t have been able to take care of herself or her kids.” Her words, I’ve heard them several times. She only divorced him when he was arrested (drug and gun raid) because she may have lost her home and property if she hadn’t. On one hand, my mother was coddled with way too much supervision and too little independence encouraged, while on the other, she was also brought up in a home with an extremely abusive father and a mother who minimized the abuse while shifting blame to herself and her children. She was given opportunities as a teen (until 20) that she admits that she squandered. The best decision she ever made was entering the military.
I was born in 85; mother was out of the military during her pregnancy, father was in til I was 6 months. Eldest of three, 4 years separating eldest and youngest, but my mother also had one miscarriage and one stillbirth during that time, due to my father’s overwhelming need to have a son to carry on his name. My mother ran a home daycare, taught all the kids more academics than school expected then or now for kindergarteners, and encouraged (mostly) age-appropriate independence. My sister and I both attended a preschool program (free!) for gifted children at 4. My brother had speech intervention at (free!) preschool starting at 2, and no trace of any issues remained at kindergarten (partly due to the speech pathologist sending home specific homework games that we all played with him). My sister and I took ballet, but it ended when my father walked out and left (lack of funds). She put herself through college with 17-20 credit hours per semester while working 40+ hours after my father left. My mother arranged piano lessons for me in exchange for me helping the teacher with minimal house cleaning. She arranged skiing lessons in exchange for help tidying the lodge, then my sister was a junior ski instructor (in elementary) in exchange for free equipment and unlimited time on the slopes and moguls. My brother, sister and I all played in band, but sports games would not have been possible. We were encouraged to do any activities that only required time during the school day (bible study, clue-me-in, geography bee) or an earlier walk to school/a later walk home from school (science Olympiad, spelling bee, jazz band, trivia club, scouts, cross country with no meets). She required a certain amount of extra work be done in math and science every week, even when we didn’t have homework. During the summer, we reviewed old math books, did research projects and rode bikes around collecting cans. She was very much an authoritative parent, physically abusive (not to the extent of her father or grandfather), bordering on mentally and emotionally abusive, but as an adult, I do understand why she acted the way she did.
Fast forward to now. I am VERY conscious of how I talk to kids, as most adults are now. But while I refuse to continue the cycle of abuse, I will not condone bad behavior. I help children understand the reasons behind why things work the way they do. While I encourage academics and creative outlets, I also encourage physical activity. And I’m very much of a Montessori outlook in some ways, encouraging a child to build independence and competence in ways that actually matter. So far, it’s working quite well.
I can only speak for myself. But it takes a LOT to change what we know what childhood, whether that was physical discipline, too much or too little independence, etc. At this time, I look at all the oversight for cause of why children’s behavior is tolerated rather than changed, and our focus on childhood safety is also increasing at the expense of reasonable independence.