Showing posts with label Control Freaks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Control Freaks. Show all posts

Thursday, January 13, 2011

The Evils of Play Dates and Other Western Indulgences

I am sure that many of you have heard of Amy Chua and why she thinks Chinese mothers are awesome. I saw her on the Today Show, ironically after the Snooki novel interview.

Yikes!

She’s a hardcore, no-nonsense kind of mama. Not the kind where you feel all cozy at her house while you sip coffee during a play date. Oh wait, that’s right. Because there were no play dates for her girls. Or TV. Or anything fun. Because according to Amy nothing is fun unless you are the best at it. (No wonder I like to watch TV; I am damn good at it)!

I thought Amy would just be a blip on my radar, but then my uncle sent me the article in the Wall Street Journal.

Wow. And yikes again. (And thank you)!


My favorite part was when she describes the battle of epic proportions in which she would not let her daughter quit until she got this piano piece exactly right. Sounds great, right? What kind of mother would she be if she just gave up on her daughter? Except that she called her seven year old “lazy, cowardly, self-indulgent, and pathetic” to show her love and support that she could do it.

Seriously?

I am all about perseverance and hard work and success, yet not at the expense of self-esteem. But Amy says that the Chinese parent is not concerned with self-esteem because children will get that from doing a good job.

I disagree. I think that bullying a child for good results is the opposite of good parenting. But that’s pretty typical of Western thinking in general: we believe in the individual and fostering a strong sense of self-esteem. We believe that we are all special in our own way.

I’m pretty sure that Amy would disagree with that. According to her parenting model, her kids’ performance at school is a reflection of her job as a mother. She’s all about micromanaging and domineering. Which, if it’s working for her, that’s great. But I wonder how these kids learn to make any decisions on their own when they aren’t under the careful watch of the prison warden, I mean mother.

But I did agree with her on one thing: Many Western parents don’t put the blame on the students for not doing well in school. They call the principal to argue how the material is being taught and the teacher’s credentials. I was the victim of that plenty of times when I was teaching. And it was horrible. So on this, I will agree. Often Western parents don’t put enough heat on their kids to take responsibility for their actions. And with that, there is a sense helplessness that comes along with not feeling empowered by making your own choices and feeling the weight of their consequences.

The sense of entitlement can be just as debilitating as being micromanaged by your parent. Which is kind of ironic, don’t you think?


But here’s the thing, her kids are not adults yet. Isn’t it a little preemptive to say her parenting model is full of the awesome and her kids haven’t even gone to college yet? What happens if they get a taste of beer freedom and go bat-shit crazy? Wonder if all those years of saying no to school plays, she wants to be a drama major?

And I’m not saying that I am doing everything right. I’m pretty sure I have given Marie plenty to talk about with her future therapist such as when I told her that she disappointed me by lying about jumping on the bed. Thomas will probably talk about the times I didn’t give him attention when he pouted that I would not give him a brownie until after he finished his dinner.

As mothers, we follow our inner compass and do our best that we can. My inner compass says that raising healthy, balanced babes is my priority. If Amy wants to bully her kids and call them pathetic in the name of raising successful kids, then that’s her priority. (And success if pretty subjective which is a post for another time).

But I can’t say that, if our kids were the same age, that they would be friends.

Mostly because a play date was not on the list of approved activities for her girls.

So what do you think? Where are you on the spectrum of parenting? Are you a bad-ass, crack the whip call-your-kid-fat-to-her-face-because-I-love-you kind of mom? Or are you I-Can’t-Believe-The-Teacher-Gave-You-A-Failing-Grade-How-Can-That-Be-You-Are-A-Genius-That-Teacher-Is-A-Moron kind of mom? Or do you fall somewhere in between? Let’s hear it!

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Vancouver Trip: Deep Thoughts Part 2

Alternate Title: I Am Not a Control Freak, but I May Be JWoww

Today will conclude my deep thoughts while in Vancouver. Because, seriously, there’s other important things to talk about like my crippling fear of raw chicken and my new favorite place. So here are some other observations I made while in beautiful Vancouver:

Planner vs. Control Freak
I have come to the realization that I am A Planner. I love to plan for things. It gets me excited. I love to plan birthdays and holidays and fun activities. I like to make sure my alternative caregivers know the plan so they know what the Babes like. If the plan doesn’t work out exactly so, that’s OK, but I think information like how many vitamins to give and what their favorite foods are is helpful information.

I do not think I am A Control Freak (well, maybe about germs and raw chicken). Control Freaks, in my opinion, like to be in control of people. For instance, Control Freaks like to push their views onto others. They see others as an extension of themselves. Control Freaks want their kids to be Just Like Them rather than Be Their Own People. I used to think they were one in the same, but A Planner is much different than A Control Freak. I believe that I am not a Control Freak because I really do encourage The Babes to independent and explore what makes them happy. And by happy, I mean what makes-them-light-up-inside-happy, not eating-a-bottomless-jar-of-cookies-happy.

I also think that the energy of A Control Freak is different than the energy of A Planner. A Planner is pro-active and wants to do and to experience. A Control Freak’s energy is more fear-based and passive aggressive. They are afraid so they control.

This is just not me.

Having said that, I am a lot tad bit obsessive about germs, especially those that are associated with raw chicken.


I think I’ve let the view of others seep into my consciousness and cloud my perception of myself. I think traveling so far away from home helped me to realize the difference. I’m not exactly sure how or why I was able to see this, but instead of trying for figure it out, I am just going to be grateful for the distance to see who I really am.


Faking It
I am becoming more and more proficient in putting on my brave face, not just for the Babes, but for others. Networking makes me nervous, but I wasn’t going to let Harrington see me sweat. I wanted him to focus on this conference and not worry about me. So after weeks of preparing for this trip and an incident of “delayed luggage” (which is a brilliant term used by the airlines for lost luggage) and the overwhelming feeling that it was finally over, I lost. It. Freaked. The. F*CK. Out. I didn’t get the kind of reaction that I wanted because The Hubs was freaking out, too. Part of it is we are both kind of stumbling around all the changes that are going on right now. Another part of it is that I have changed. I used to be that person who was the epitome of an open book.

So the great part - I am mastering grace under pressure. The bad part - people don’t know what I am thinking and then surprised if I have an emotional outburst. Harrington and I had a conversation about this prior to the trip after watching Jersey Shore:

Me: Wow! JWoww is one tough broad. She says what she’s thinking and doesn’t waver. Everyone listens to her.

The Hubs: Why are you so surprised? That’s you.

Me: I’m not that scary, and when my boobs got that big, I pumped.

The Hubs: Everyone who is that strong in what they believe in can be scary to people are insecure.


I am pretty sure that was a compliment, but the bottom line is, if you cut me (or JWoww), we both bleed. If I am going to be brave, then I need support to decompress and refill the tank. In fact, I think part of being brave is respecting personal limits and vocalizing needs. But I do get the confusion: there is a disconnect when actions don't match up to feelings. When I was a kid, it took my Dad a lot to get angry. And when he yelled, it totally took me by surprise. I never knew he was getting angry. Back then, I never understood how he did it, but now I totally get it.

So I am not sure what I think about this new part of my personality emerging. Part of me feels empowered to be in control of my emotions and strong to be there for my family, but sometimes I feel lonely.



Eat, Pray, Love
As I stated in a previous post, I said that I was going to read this book. I am almost done, and I will reserve any and all comments until I am done reading.


So, Friends, have you changed in ways that you didn’t expect? How? Why? Do you often get caught up and start to believe what others think of you?

See you for Feel Good Friday!