A Flummoxed Parent
Parenting is an acquired skill.
Parents have to be conscious about how they represent themselves in front of
their children. This is because, most
often, children try to find their first idols in their parents and mould themselves
accordingly. A parent’s good habit is automatically passed on to the child
without any deliberate effort. But then, it is not only the good habits but the
bad habits as well that gets naturally passed on. It therefore, becomes extremely
important to maintain a congenial environment in the house for the proper
growth and upbringing of a child. I wonder, if this was the case in the older
times as well. Ours was an extremely conservative, patriarchal family. My Maa
would scare us and say “Wait, till your Baba comes” and this would be enough to
quiet us. Before Baba came home from his teaching job, each one of us would be
sitting with our books, hair braided and learning our lessons. The perfect
child to be!
But as time went by, it donned that
the clearly defined binary equations of norms were flawed, first benchers did
not naturally mean good students, beauty was only skin-deep and your beautiful
skin could become poke-marked after a bout of chicken-pox, each person is born
with a talent and you only need to find this out, society is patriarchal and
hence partial, and things needed to be changed etc. Becoming a mother gave me “the
best-est”- opportunity to sink my thoughts into actions. I am an empowered,
liberated woman and yes, I could give my daughter an equal and equitable environment.
But believe me; it took me into more introspective speculations.
Case 1.
I gathered from her 4th
standard school stories (I try to be friendly and hence am considered to be her
closest friend) that she has been sitting in the last benches for quite some
time. As she narrates her activities, my inquisitive question “Where did you
sit beta?” She instantly replies “In the last bench, mamma”. Somewhere my heart
sinks. “Ok, but Why? Your teacher didn’t change your place. You have been
sitting there for a long time. Can you see the board clearly from there?” She
replies without any hesitation “But how does it matter Maa where I sit, the
last bench or the first bench. You only told me that it is important to pay
attention in class and do my task properly that matters.”
No answer.
Case 2.
My daughter sings beautifully.
Which mother would not want recognition and appreciation for her child, I was
no exception. There was a talent competition in her School that day. After two auditions,
Manu was also among the five selected for the Coveted “Most Talented Singer”
contest in her school. I found her practicing.
The D-Day arrived, with a little nervousness Manu left for school. My heart was
anxious too and I eagerly waited for her to return. She came home disappointed.
The music had crashed and her song had gone awry, she has not been selected. I
felt bad – for her (or, was it my adult mind feeling sad for itself)
I was trying to console her when
her flamboyant answer came “I am disappointed too Maa, but maybe next time I
will do better. There is always a second time, you said.”
No answer.
These are only two instances of
many. As a parent I feel confused when my daughter decides to sit in the last
bench without any guilt or has no competitive attitude towards her class mates
or friends when it comes to marks or games. She is not jealous of things people
have, has no qualms when she is not selected for a program or when her tall
friend stands in the first line and she has to stand in the last line in a
school function.
My desire to excel in being a “good
mother” giving the good lessons of life is now poised against my emancipated “running
in the rat race” , “survival of the fittest” mindset. I fear whether this good
senses will go against her in this exploitative, corrupted world where in spite
of globalization and “technology brings the world closer” people are alienated,
isolated and extremely lonely. We live in fear of free speech.
How do you define how to survive?
How do you cite instances of corruption to a child in a competitive world?
Innocence is precious and hence needs to be preserved. And therefore, parenting
is a very important issue in these modern times. It is best to train the child
in life-skill – art, music, dance, sports – which can empower the child in
times of loneliness in life. Proper education will not only mean learning from
school textbooks but also from direct contact with nature through nature surveys,
visit to the park, visit to the zoo, clay modeling, pottery; through community
service – visit to an old age home, orphanages, giving them an opportunity to
teach smaller children; through sharing – sharing food on their birthdays,
saving pocket money to help someone in need, sharing old story books, toys and
dresses; through appreciation and congratulations – teach them to appreciate-
their friends, family members, neighbors’ , good things, good habits, etc;
through respect – for this life, parents, grand-parents, teachers, the staff
and servants who cook , do the household work , the driver, the gardener and
others. Let them share it through their own hands and make them feel respect for
this work.
As parents let us all pledge
together to cleanse ourselves of our adult, suffered, exploited “what happened
to me will not happen to my son or daughter” mindset. Let them live in a
healthy, stress free society where each individual respects another
irrespective of winning or losing. Let a
time come when along with the “Best Scholar of the Year” award, Schools give
away prizes for “Student with the Golden Heart” as well.
The last line of your article is very heart touching. But sadly we are losing this introspective ability, to think, ponder over the realities that are thrown to us, that we accept as truths without even questioning their truthfulness. Your anxiety as a parent is poised between the desire to give your daughter the best and the cruelties the world inflicts on the innocent soul. This is the riddle which perhaps every parent faces, how much to leave and how much to restrain. This tension, this squirms, i guess best sums up parenting, when you become an adult child and then the child adult suddenly breaks your reverie.
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