Raising children is no joke. It’s not easy. There is no
right way to do it and there is no absolute assurance of the long term outcome.
Your child will eventually make their own decisions and sometimes those
decisions will be bad ones that result in negative consequences. If you are
lucky those are imposed by you rather than society (the cops) or the universe
(death.)
All mothers worry. That’s normal. I worry if the girls will
grow up to be good people. I worry if they will kind. I worry if they will be
honest. I worry if they will be compassionate. I worry about the future of
their surroundings. I worry about the friends they will make and the influences
they will have. I worry about the moment
that I lose the control over all those factors. In reality, I already
have. Lydia goes to preschool. She
attends 3 days a week for half of the day. A seemingly minimal amount of time,
but in this time she has interactions with other children. That is the goal of
course that she will become socialized. Sometimes she comes home telling us all
sorts of stories about the inner-workings of their tiny social groups. Her
closest 3 girls friends are a team (her term not mine.) The other day she
reported that her team didn’t like the other team because they were friends with
boys (as known as the enemy.)
We asked a few questions to clarify. We have repeatedly
talked about the equality of boys and girls in our house mostly because instead
of having some sort of submissive or latent girl insecurity my daughter
believes that boys are beneath her and are not as capable as girls. And
honestly I work hard on not destroying these feelings of confidence and
assertiveness that are always at the forefront her nature, but we do talk often
that all people are able to do things they chose. Boys can dance. Boys can play
dress up. Boys can color. All of which is unsure of is true.
A few days later she reported that her team was better than
the other team, and as a result she said a girl spit on another person to prove
it. The flags were flying up faster than I could put the words together. None
of these behaviors are appropriate to us for any reason, so the conversation
began and continue throughout the evening. It turns out that she used the term
better instead of saying that they were good at following directions. We are
better because we listen to the teacher. We are better because we cleaned up
after crafts. We are better because we ate our whole snack. In another turn of
events, no one spit intentionally on anyone either. Her friend sneezed while
having milk in her mouth and spit on someone accidentally, but on the surface
these initial reports her disturbing.
As we decoded the actual events of the day, I wondered if we
would need to go and talk to the teacher. Make sure these girls were split up
or given consequences for early mean girl tendencies. Then I realized that it
is now where my parenting would be put to the test. Should I intervene or
should I allow her to develop her own voice?
A girlfriend had told me a story about receiving a phone
call from a mother in her son’s class. Both kids are in the sports club after
school. The mother called to tell my friend that her son, which towers over
most other children in the class, was upset because her son kept hitting him in
the head with the ball. It turns out the kids were playing dodge ball, where of
course the purpose is to hit each other with the ball. When she told me that story I was literally rolling my
eyes along with her. It’s absurd that the boy felt compelled to go home,
complain to his mom, and the mom then in turn fought that battle for him by my
calling my friend. To me that is the perfect opportunity to each your child to
stand up for himself. He should speak up and say “Hey! Don’t hit me in the
head!” and or he should learn how to dodge the ball since it’s the objective of
the game. We must empower our children to have their own voice.
I will not always be
present to fight Lydia’s battles and make her choices. She must have a clear
understanding of what we as a family value and she must learn to fight for it. With
this story in mind and her friend situation at school, we took turns talking to
her about kindness, compassion, inclusion, equality and respect. We read
stories about it. We modeled it through play. We prayed for it together before
going to bed. Perhaps it is overkill, but sometimes we do things as parents
because it makes us feel better on this journey to help our kids be good
people.