Friday, March 28, 2014

You Are What You Score, and other fun new lessons for 21st century childhood

I'm trying to figure something out. Something important. I'm trying to figure out how I feel about scoring/judging/competition for young children. And I'm just not sure.

There's the Tiger Mom camp. The parents who feel like teaching kids to compete and excel early and often prepares them for later in life, gives them resilience and a realistic understanding about how the world works. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. That's life, kid.

Then there's the Let Them Be Kids camp. The parents who eschew any form of competition or judgement for their kids. Everyone wins at sports. No soloists in the choir. That sort of thing. Everyone gets a gold star. No one's self esteem suffers.

And here's the thing. I don't think I like either camp. But it's not for any solidly arguable reason. It's certainly not based on any parenting studies (I am so sick of parenting studies). It's just that my gut and my heart tell me that the answer is somewhere in between. Kids aren't idiots. They know when other people are better at certain things than they are (usually). If they're too little to know, then they're too little for you to bother telling them. They're still young enough that it's safe to let them think that they are the best thing since sliced bread...always. But eventually they figure it out. Even the Dictator has figured it out. They're also smart enough to know that games are more fun if there are winners, and if those winners don't include EVERYONE. They know "you're ALL winners" is a lie. And, besides, competition is fun. It's exhilarating and challenging. I'm not against it. It makes sense...to an extent. The Dictator competes in (rather low intensity) dance competitions. She learns to be proud of herself, work as part of a team, take constructive criticism and manage disappointment. She doesn't always get high scores. She learns that there are people better than her. She learns that she has things to improve on. She learns to grow for next time. This is healthy. I can tell because...it feels healthy. She is growing and learning without being put in a position that would subject her to criticism that she's not yet ready to handle. Easing into things seems to be the trick.

But I also don't want everything to be a competition. I don't think everything needs to be a competition. I also don't think everything needs to be scored and critiqued...at least not formally, not so young. I am SO TIRED of assessments, standardized tests, charts and graphs of student scores, etc. We're on our third set of standardized test scores for the year and we're not done yet. These aren't just occasional, mildly useful benchmarks. These are a central focus of their schooling. And do you know what those scores have told me? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Other than that the Dictator was alert and interested in testing in September and tired and bored out of her skull with it in the winter. Either that, or she went from brilliant to a touch slow within the course of half a school year. Maybe it was all the video games...

We send these kids such mixed messages. We say things like, "Don't let other people determine your self worth." But the charts and graphs and numbers and scores that get sent home with them so very regularly tell them something very different. These numbers with their names on them implicitly tell them this: "These numbers matter so, so much. These numbers dictate who you are. These numbers are so important that we report them constantly. We put the results on a graph in the school's entryway. These numbers are you. You are what you score."

We don't say that, of course. But kids aren't stupid. When something's emphasized enough, they understand that it's important. When a graph/chart/score with their name on it is given that much weight in their lives, they know. Other people don't determine their self worth in these cases, but numbers do. Isolated moments in time do. "Hey kids, your value is in your score!" Not healthy. Not worthwhile.

And other times it is people who we let determine their self worth. Arbitrarily. Subjectively. Sometimes competition and judging is completely healthy and fine--the Dictator handles low dance scores with matter-of-factness and grace--and sometimes it's not. You can feel when it's not. Sometimes it's too much too soon. Sometimes it's not given adequate context. Sometimes it's the wrong time, place, judge, kid. And maybe sometimes it's just too much. Too intense. Too frequent. It's just one more thing on top of all the ways we score and chart and graph them. Maybe they just need a break.

Which is why I kick myself for letting my kids do the stupid reading fair today. I never like doing these things to begin with because they are exhausting, but I hated it even more today. Because I do not handle it well when someone with no aesthetic/literary sense or wit judges my child. I don't do injustice. Or poor judgement. Or things that make my stoic baby cry in public. I may or may not become livid. And inarticulate annoyingly-articulate with rage. My response may be a bit over the top. I go into a trance-like state of maternal protectiveness. My actions are beyond my control. I can't help myself.

But I can rethink the ways I subject my kids to this world of scoring/judging/testing. I can be smarter about how to help them glean lessons from their experiences (today's was: Some Judges are as Dumb as Dirt...probably not my best). And I can learn to mitigate my furious wrath (I will NOT send a scathing email to the school. I will NOT send a scathing email to the school). And I can show you aesthetic/literary/witty folks just how creative and inventive my kids are.* I know you'll appreciate them. You will appreciate them. If you know what's best for you.

*The back story to my reading fair-related rage (that I need to really calm the heck down about because it is just a reading fair after all) will be recounted here soon. Complete with pictures (of me not strangling the superintendent/reading specialists/principal). I promise to make it funny. Because I'm pretty funny when I'm angry. Just ask my kids.






Friday, March 14, 2014

33 Things That Don't Suck about the Birthday Princess

Okay. On the Dictator's 8th birthday, I wrote a post detailing 8 things I liked about her. Rereading that, I thought to myself, "Gee! I should really do that for everyone in my family". I missed out on the Bureaucrat's birthday, but I will catch him the next time around. I was looking forward to doing it for the Anarchist, and then I thought, "Huh. I definitely wouldn't be able to do that for myself!"  

But then I got to thinking. I am the Birthday Princess, after all. And I am struggling to come to terms with the ceaseless march of time that has brought me to my 33rd birthday. And they do say that you should focus on the positive, the things you like about yourself. And what better, healthier, more self-helpy, and annoying way, than writing a totally non-self-deprecating blog post of all the ways I think I'm super-awesome? I'm sure I can come up with 33 things I don't hate about myself. Right guys? Right?

Deep breath. 

Here we go.


1. I am (generally) not cruel to animals. Stepping on my cat's tail is always an accident, I swear.
2. I smell like coffee sometimes. Sometimes more than I'd like. But I guess that's better than smelling like dead fish more than I'd like.
3. I know how to pronounce this word: ARTISAN. 
4. I know how to pronounce this word: ARTESIAN.
5. I know that ARTISAN and ARTESIAN are not the same words.
6. My name is "Molly," and even though that's probably the name of your golden retriever, I actually really like my name. It makes me sound like an optimistic and energetic toddler. Never mind that there is nothing energetic or optimistic about me. At least it sounds like there is.
7. Sometimes, when I  cook things, they are edible. This is better than no times
8. I am introspective. Do not read "introspective" to mean "self-absorbed" or "neurotic," or this will sound like a negative and I will have to come up with something else.
9. I am not super materialistic. Like...I can sit on the same, tipping over, cracked and broken, nasty plaid couch for years on end and it won't even phase me...which is good, because this couch has become a permanent fixture of my living room. 
10. I'm strong and composed. I don't cry at the drop of a hat. Unless I watch some sort of touching commercial about motherhood...or a movie with dying animals...or that part in Forrest Gump where the music swells and the stupid feather is swept into the air by the wind *sob.*
11. I have loads of empathy. I can feel your pain. I can say,"I feel your pain" in my best Bill Clinton voice and actually mean it. (It would be really great if you could only feel nice, pleasant, happy feelings around me, if it's not too much trouble. Thanks.)
12. I am not a serial killer.
13. But I can empathize with serial killers (see #11).
14. I am not even a one-time killer.
15. In fact, I have never even been arrested. 
16. Heck...the one time I was pulled over, it was for a broken tail light. 
17. I can do hard things. Like, sometimes, after I take the laundry out of the dryer, I even fold it and put it away. Sometimes.
18. Okay, this is getting really hard.
Also, I made these hilarious little people.
That counts for something, right?
19. I am polite. I say "please" and "thank you" a lot. But I say "sorry" most of all.
20. I would make an awesome Canadian (see#19). 
21. I can write really concise, really articulate impromptu essays. This really hasn't been relevant for at least 10 years, but this is getting hard, so I'm stretching, here.
22. My kids think I'm funny. You might not. My poor coworkers might not. But my kids do. At least for now. I have the sense of humor of a 7 year old. Neat.
23. I am not a fascist dictator. 
24. I have not even considered becoming a fascist dictator.
25. I am a nerd. And I actually don't hate this about myself anymore.
26. When I sing, it (usually) doesn't sound like cats dying. 
27. Speaking of which, I haven't (accidentally) killed The Fat Assassin yet. She still alive and biting my fleshy calves.
28. I am (mostly) more mature than I was ten years ago. Mostly.
29. I am clumsier than you. This makes you feel better about yourself when you are clumsy. Therefore, my clumsiness performs a service to humanity. So I can be okay with it. Right?
30. I'm never disappointed. (Never mind that this is because I expect the worst...like, the apocalyptic, we're-all-gonna-die worst. Let's just focus on the positive, shall we?)
31. I don't engage in "positive self-talk." Positive self-talk, while probably a good and beneficial thing, is the single most infuriating and obnoxious phrase known to man. Therefore, my staunch abstention from positive self-talk is actually a good thing. 
32. I can twist anything to work in my favor. 
33. I have follow-through. I made it all the way to number 33, and I didn't even have to resort to lying drivel. I just wrote down a bunch of negatives and made them positive instead. See? I'm resourceful, too!*

*I had to throw an extra positive into #33, because it turns out that #18 was not actually a valid thing I like about myself...or even a valid fake thing I like about myself. And I'm not a cheater. Ooh! Did you catch that? I threw a bonus thing into the footnotes! Do I get extra credit for that?!