There’s More Than One Way to Raise a Child

Here’s my post from January’s At Issue, where we dicussed “Tiger Mom” Amy Chua’s take on parenting.

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I didn’t have a passionate reaction to Amy Chua‘s piece, but I did have an initial reaction: a mild and pleasant kind of affinity.

Let me place myself.  I’m Chinese – half – and half Indian.  I was born in Malaysia but grew up in Canada.  I am a lawyer and a mother of two children.  I married a white Canadian.  I don’t often see myself in mainstream media, so it was kind of nice to read the parenting take of a Chinese woman lawyer raised in the “West”.  We even speak the same dialect of Chinese (Hokkien).

At least in part because of these similarities, I instinctively understand the utter importance of education, the expectation of excellent academic (and other) performance, the centrality of family, and respect for one’s elders.  I heartily espouse Chua’s assumption of strength in our children rather than frailty.  I liked that she had a backbone when it came to her kids.  All of these things are pretty Chinese-y.

I wasn’t particularly disturbed by the practices Chua describes with relish.  I can’t help but think she’s being provocative on purpose; I kind of took the most extreme manifestations of Chinese parenting with a grain of salt.  Plus I think many, many parents have low points which could give Chua’s episodes a run for their money if ever the courage was found to disclose them.  I suspect Chua is a dedicated, loving parent who has made some serious mistakes, which pretty much makes her indistinguishable from most parents I know.

I hardly agree with everything she says, though.  Firstly, and Chua never even acknowledges this possibility, there are real dangers in moulding our children to be single-minded workhorses who can endure hardship in order to excel no matter the cost.  I was never put through Chua-like rigours at home, nor was I a methodical or even especially diligent student, but I was expected to do well academically and I mostly met that expectation when it mattered, including at law school.  There glitch was this:  I came to despise law school and could relate to almost no one there.  I’ve found my way in the legal world now, but choosing law school was a mistake.  I desperately wanted to quit law school but I didn’t; more accurately, I couldn’t.  While the expectations at home and my abilities allowed me to survive and even excel in the wrong field, they didn’t endow me with what I needed most, which was the ability to quit.  Identifying a wrong turn and knowing when to cut one’s losses is a critical life skill.  Chua’s definition of Chinese parenting won’t help you with that.

Secondly, Chua operates from a common but silent assumption, and it’s that there are a number of desirable paths in life, and the chief goal of parenting ought to be ensuring our children to become the leaders of one of those paths.  If you look beyond your doorstep and see a world that makes you feel contented and secure, then it absolutely makes sense to try to raise children who will soldier forth at the forefront of that structure.  If, however, when looking over your picket fence, you perceive disharmony, fear, and exploitation, then training your child to be obedient and ultimately subservient to that world is a great disservice to both the world and your child.  Critical and independent thinking top my list for any form of education.

Finally, I percive a certain lack of authenticity in Chua’s promotion of so-called Chinese parenting.  The most powerful feature of Chinese (or traditional immigrant) parenting is the very assumption that it will be so.  Its strength lies in a shared, communal, largely unspoken understanding of what parenting should entail.  In other words, there is a high degree of conformity in parenting style within the community.  In this way, Chinese parenting strikes a stark contrast against current Western parenting practices, which encompass so wide a range of possibilities that the Western parent necessarily has to choose what parenting style to adopt.  And this includes Chua.  In “deciding” that Chinese parenting is superior to Western parenting, she has outed herself as a Western-thinking parent who has had to “choose” a parenting style.  No true Chinese-parenting parent would need to do this; it would be implicit and understood.  Nor would a traditional Chinese mother make a public spectacle of herself on parenting issues to publicize a confessional memoir that is itself a distinctly Western phenomenon.

But if I find Chua somewhat disingenuous in her claims of being a traditional Chinese mother, I don’t find her particularly offensive.  I think she’s a woman who, growing up in the West but being of Chinese descent, probably had direct exposure to some parenting options that were less available to some of her neighbours.  And then she made her choices, just like the rest of us do.  I don’t feel threatened when I read her.  I don’t resent her memoir although I won’t be reading it.  I do feel sorry that her advocacy of a certain parenting style inevitably will (and is probably designed to) contribute to the mass confusion and insecurity that plagues Western parents who are desperately trying to find the “right” way to raise their children.

The truth is so much simpler, it really is, but it won’t sell many books:  there are many, many ways to raise a wonderful child.

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There’s More Than One Way to Raise a Child

I didn’t have a passionate reaction to Amy Chua‘s piece, but I did have an initial reaction: a mild and pleasant kind of affinity.

Let me place myself.  I’m Chinese – half – and half Indian.  I was born in Malaysia but grew up in Canada.  I am a lawyer and a mother of two children.  I married a white Canadian.  I don’t often see myself in mainstream media, so it was kind of nice to read the parenting take of a Chinese woman lawyer raised in the “West”.  We even speak the same dialect of Chinese (Hokkien).

At least in part because of these similarities, I instinctively understand the utter importance of education, the expectation of excellent academic (and other) performance, the centrality of family, and respect for one’s elders.  I heartily espouse Chua’s assumption of strength in our children rather than frailty.  I liked that she had a backbone when it came to her kids.  All of these things are pretty Chinese-y.

I wasn’t particularly disturbed by the practices Chua describes with relish.  I can’t help but think she’s being provocative on purpose; I kind of took the most extreme manifestations of Chinese parenting with a grain of salt.  Plus I think many, many parents have low points which could give Chua’s episodes a run for their money if ever the courage was found to disclose them.  I suspect Chua is a dedicated, loving parent who has made some serious mistakes, which pretty much makes her indistinguishable from most parents I know.

I hardly agree with everything she says, though.  Firstly, and Chua never even acknowledges this possibility, there are real dangers in moulding our children to be single-minded workhorses who can endure hardship in order to excel no matter the cost.  I was never put through Chua-like rigours at home, nor was I a methodical or even especially diligent student, but I was expected to do well academically and I mostly met that expectation when it mattered, including at law school.  There glitch was this:  I came to despise law school and could relate to almost no one there.  I’ve found my way in the legal world now, but choosing law school was a mistake.  I desperately wanted to quit law school but I didn’t; more accurately, I couldn’t.  While the expectations at home and my abilities allowed me to survive and even excel in the wrong field, they didn’t endow me with what I needed most, which was the ability to quit.  Identifying a wrong turn and knowing when to cut one’s losses is a critical life skill.  Chua’s definition of Chinese parenting won’t help you with that.

Secondly, Chua operates from a common but silent assumption, and it’s that there are a number of desirable paths in life, and the chief goal of parenting ought to be ensuring our children to become the leaders of one of those paths.  If you look beyond your doorstep and see a world that makes you feel contented and secure, then it absolutely makes sense to try to raise children who will soldier forth at the forefront of that structure.  If, however, when looking over your picket fence, you perceive disharmony, fear, and exploitation, then training your child to be obedient and ultimately subservient to that world is a great disservice to both the world and your child.  Critical and independent thinking top my list for any form of education.

Finally, I percive a certain lack of authenticity in Chua’s promotion of so-called Chinese parenting.  The most powerful feature of Chinese (or traditional immigrant) parenting is the very assumption that it will be so.  Its strength lies in a shared, communal, largely unspoken understanding of what parenting should entail.  In other words, there is a high degree of conformity in parenting style within the community.  In this way, Chinese parenting strikes a stark contrast against current Western parenting practices, which encompass so wide a range of possibilities that the Western parent necessarily has to choose what parenting style to adopt.  And this includes Chua.  In “deciding” that Chinese parenting is superior to Western parenting, she has outed herself as a Western-thinking parent who has had to “choose” a parenting style.  No true Chinese-parenting parent would need to do this; it would be implicit and understood.  Nor would a traditional Chinese mother make a public spectacle of herself on parenting issues to publicize a confessional memoir that is itself a distinctly Western phenomenon.

But if I find Chua somewhat disingenuous in her claims of being a traditional Chinese mother, I don’t find her particularly offensive.  I think she’s a woman who, growing up in the West but being of Chinese descent, probably had direct exposure to some parenting options that were less available to some of her neighbours.  And then she made her choices, just like the rest of us do.  I don’t feel threatened when I read her.  I don’t resent her memoir although I won’t be reading it.  I do feel sorry that her advocacy of a certain parenting style inevitably will (and is probably designed to) contribute to the mass confusion and insecurity that plagues Western parents who are desperately trying to find the “right” way to raise their children.

The truth is so much simpler, it really is, but it won’t sell many books:  there are many, many ways to raise a wonderful child.

Not a tiger (yet), just a cub.

There are many ways to become famous.  There are the traditional means: write an epic novel, make a radical political contribution, explore the far corners of the earth, give an Oscar winning performance, etc.

Or do as Yale law professor and author Amy Chua who recently made a tidal wave with her memoir Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother.  It seems everyone from the Wall Street Journal to bloggers and even Oprah are taking time to comment on her wildly controversial memoir and subsequent interviews.

According to Chua there are some significant differences between “Chinese” parenting and Western parenting.  Among the differences Chua ascertains that a Chinese mother would never allow her child to do the following:

  • Have a play date or attend a sleepover
  • Be in a school play
  • Complain about not being in a school play
  • Not be the number one student/get an A in every subject (except gym and drama)
  • Play any instrument other than the piano or violin
  • Not play the piano or violin
  • Watch T.V. or play computer games

These social activities aside, Chua goes on to state the basic principles of Chinese parenting.  In brief:

  • Nothing is fun unless you’re good at it. Therefore children must practice, practice, practice in order to attain a certain level of mastery.  Once this level is reached, the activity will then be fun.  Should the child resist, the parents must persist and use all means to ensure that their child attain mastery status including, if necessary, verbal threats and emotional torment.
  • Chinese parents are not concerned about their child’s psyche but instead want them to be strong for the real world.  In contrast, Chua believes that Western parenting is so caught up with instilling self-esteem in our children that we lie to them about their abilities and often accept mediocrity.
  • Chinese parents believe that their children owe them everything and in doing so must make them proud.
  • Chinese parents know what is best for their children and therefore can override all of their children’s wants and desires if they feel it is in their best interest.

Needless to say that Chua’s comments have enraged many parents and on-line discussion boards are overrun with comments.

At first read admittedly, I was incensed by her parenting practices but like with most things that I have a visceral reaction to, I reflected on why I had such strong feelings.  Is this another Octomom pulling some publicity crazed stunt to garner the attention of the world or is Chua calling attention to a discussion that needs to be had about parenting and by doing so, scratching open a wound?

Chua has stated that the context of her memoir is supposed to be deadpan humor but I am guessing that it must have been lost in translation. For many, calling your children “garbage” and making your love conditional on rigid (and in some cases unattainable) standards borders on abuse.  And in light of recent teen suicides that have awakened a nation it’s hard for many to see how this parenting model produces successful adults.

So why did I not just turn the page, roll my eyes and move on to the next piece of news for the day?  Why did I read several different articles and interviews with Chua?  Why did I feel the need to discuss “Chinese parenting” with pretty much anyone who mentioned they had read anything by Chua?

I have some tiger in me.  A cub if you will.

Let me start off with saying there is much of Chua’s beliefs that I vehemently disagree with.  I don’t agree with verbal putdowns of any kind or making my love conditional.  I don’t agree that my children owe me everything; I believe that they owe themselves everything.  I don’t agree with anything on Chua’s list of forbidden activities.

But here is what I do agree with.

I am not my child’s friend.  I don’t need to be friends with a four year old.  I am his mother and sometimes being a mother doesn’t win me any popularity contests.  When my four year old tells me that he’s not my friend anymore, I simply shrug my shoulders and say that he is my son, not my friend.

If my child signs up for something they must see it through.  Tears, tantrums, begging, – save it.  If I have spent my hard earned money on the lessons and the teacher has shown up to teach, I see it as disrespectful to either drop out or to give a half-hearted effort.  If at the end of the session my child never wants to play soccer again, I don’t really care but I will not tolerate a quitter’s mentality.

I know my child.  I know his capabilities and if he is putting forth less than his best, the tiger in me sharpens her claws.  He doesn’t owe it to me to be his best.  He owes it to himself.  If he doesn’t think that he owes it to himself to be the best, no one else will think he deserves it either.

Kids need to know the truth.  We are not all winners.  We are not all the best at everything.  Most of us aren’t even good at everything.  That’s just the way it is.

Chua relates a birthday story in her Globe and Mail interview.  Tralee Pearce calls her mean.  But I found myself championing for Chua and nodding my head in agreement.

My husband had forgotten my birthday and at the last minute had put together something at a very mediocre Italian restaurant and then he said, “Girls, we each have a little surprise for Mommy, right?” Lulu’s surprise turned out to be a piece of paper folded in half, that had a happy face on the front and said, Happy Birthday Mommy. Misspelled. I knew that it couldn’t have taken more than six seconds to make. I gave it back to Lulu and said, “I reject this. I want a better one. Think about it, I work so hard for you. Whenever you have a birthday I plan for months. I hand-make the invitations. I spend my salary on waterslides and magicians and party favours. And I deserve better than this.” It worked. She made a much better one.

Perhaps why this memoir is getting so much attention is because with parenting there are no clear answers.  Ultimately, it is hard to go against type and speak up against the masses but clearly Chua has touched a raw nerve in many.  People have either strongly opposed her or thanked her for giving them a voice.  And then there are people like me still left scratching their head.

At Issue: Chinese Tiger or Western Kitty?

Amy Chua, a Yale law professor and author of the memoir Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother, is causing a heated debate in parenting circles for asserting unequivocally that traditional Chinese parenting is far superior to its rather wimpy Western counterpart.

4mothers will weigh in this week and undoubtedly out themselves on this odd feline spectrum of Chinese tiger vs. Western kitten.  Read along with us and join the sparked discussion.

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/life/family-and-relationships/confessions-of-a-tiger-mom-why-chinese-parenting-is-best/article1864813/

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704111504576059713528698754.html