I've written about Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother, before.
I found the book fascinating, for a lot of reasons, not the least of which was Chau's first chapter assertion that her parenting methods were "Chinese" by title, and "immigrant" by definition. I don't get that. I mean, I am a (sort of) first generation Canadian. My mum was born here, but my father is from Nigeria. On some archetypal level, I think I might understand the immigrant drive for their children to achieve.
Maybe. I'm not clear on how that drive is significantly different from every parent's desire for their kids to succeed.
I did do very well in school. And I also have an intimate understanding of what it was to be a visible minority in a predominantly white community. People look at you. People pay attention to what you are doing. They talk about it. And, though I took my share of racist insults, the vast majority of my classmates and administrators were by no means cruel. Just sort of separate. In the friends but not best friends, seeing each other but not dating, helpful but not involved, sort of way.
Or maybe it was just me.
Chau's kids were academic achievers. Homework always completed, they did the bonus questions for extra marks, and studied hard all the rest of the time. And that's my point, I guess. She approached parenting with the expectation that her children would do well. She put them through more grueling hours of practice and revision than I would. She committed more means and time to finding good private tutors than I would. She punished them more severely for low effort than I would. But our expectations of our children's successes are not dissimilar. Like basketball players in the inner cities, like hockey players in rural towns, they practiced a lot as an extension of community. And excelled.
My kids will do well in school. I believe that firmly. I expect that of them. We are an afterschooling home with learning resources everywhere, and education in all its forms are integral enough to be family values, around here. I have no beef with rote learning, standardized testing, or memorization. I think we need to know the information in order to interpret it, and while these methods do not give us "knowledge", they do imbed the data from which meaningful interpretations can be made. I think that kids' work should be graded, that poor effort should be investigated and remedied, and that competition is only harmful when tied to self-worth.
I am aware that these are not necessarily popular views. If the backlash on Chau's book is any indicator, these are very unpopular views.
But then I think of articles I've read about adults in their twenties and thirties who don't know how to be happy, and all of the books and films devoted to defining and improving "happiness". I think of parents calling into universities to argue on behalf of their adult children, data on the dangers of "over-praising", reports about the growth of experiential learning, pioneering research into inquiry based learning, the Waldorf and Montessori approaches to teaching young children.... And a woman overheard on a call-in radio show who believes very firmly that all children in elementary school should be protected from standardized testing, grading, competitive sports, and measurable academic achievement. I think about the free-range kids movement, and the exponential growth of Kumon and Sylvan learning centres. About a dear friend's conclusion that "the smart kids will do well in any school". I think about the open concept approach of our most recent "student-led teacher conference", and the parents who had no choice but to hear how my daughter is thriving in school. (Seriously. How is that helpful to anyone?)
On some level, it feels like we're rushing madly off in all directions. And for some of us, that means bringing at least part of our children's formal education back home.
One final admission: My family is using Rosetta Stone to study French, while our daughter attends a French Immersion school. She loves going through the program on my computer, and is always thoroughly annoyed with me when I tell her she has to stop. We're doing this, in large part, because we like to learn new things together. But the other part? The minor part? The less socially acceptable, teensy bit embarrassing part?
We're doing this because there are francophone children in her classroom, and I expect her to keep up with them.
I'm skeptical that this has anything to do with my ethnic background or "immigrant status". I haven't yet met a parent, regardless of parenting style or doctrine, who did not want more for their children than they themselves have. Though the individual definition of "more" does vary.
What do you think? This post is scattered like my thoughts are, I know. How would you piece it all together?
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