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A Slacker Mom Tackles Hard Things

When I was in sixth grade, I started the school year in Honors Math. Mrs. Mechler. I still remember. She wore more makeup than Tammy Faye Baker. After the first six weeks, I made my first ‘C’ ever in that class. My mother immediately pulled me out and placed me in a “regular” math class.

I’ve heard that each person has several defining moments in her life, and I believe this was one of mine. You can’t handle this. It is more important for you to make good grades than to push yourself and actually learn something hard. (Not that this is what was actually verbalized, but that is what was communicated.) And that lesson carried with me throughout my academic career. I didn’t take an Honors English II class in high school because I heard the teacher was too hard, so I took a regular class and made all A’s (would you believe my grammar grades were actually B’s?!?) Somehow I managed to get out of taking Chemistry because I didn’t think I could handle the math, and all those letters on the periodic table of elements just looked too daunting to me. I loved Biology, though, and when I went to register for my first semester of classes at Baylor, I told the adviser I wanted to take College Biology. She gave me a look that quickly dissuaded me, so I signed up for Packard Physics and learned that toilet paper dissolves in water, but Kleenex does not.

I graduated from high school with a 3.49 and college with a 3.5 – but did I really learn anything? (besides correct comma usage, of course)

I heard a speaker recently say that a child’s “self-esteem” does not come from success but from working hard and attempting difficult tasks, regardless of success. I’m starting to understand why sometimes I feel really stupid and not worth much.

Enter Do Hard Things, by twin brothers Alex and Brett Harris. I picked up this book at the library, and I wish I would have found it twenty years ago. They propose that adolescence is a myth (the term was first coined in the 1940s, and before that, you stepped directly from childhood into adulthood), that we expect too little from teenagers, and they rise to meet the (low) expectations we place on them. They point out great historical figures like George Washington and Clara Barton, who achieved extraordinary accomplishments before they were eighteen because that is what was expected of them. Today we expect young men and women to goof off, party, get into trouble, and scrape their way toward adulthood. We tend to be more proud of what they don’t do (getting into trouble) than the extraordinary things that they should be doing. If we, as parents, raise the bar and expect more from our kids, they will rise to meet and even exceed our expectations.

I would argue that if, as an adult, I raise my expectations of myself, listen intently for the call of God on my life, and strive to do hard things, I too can achieve more and change the world. It’s not too late for me.

But going back to the parenting thing. We’ve faced this recently with our kids. Meghan has just completed her third year at a classical ballet studio with a loving but very tough instructor. She doesn’t let them goof off, and she pushes the girls to do more than they think they can do. Meghan balked for the first year, but she loves it now and has done really well. She came from a studio that was a lot of fun, but she didn’t learn much. Our theory was that if we’re going to spend the money and the time in dance lessons, she needs to be taught correctly and with integrity.

We just put Griffin on a select indoor soccer team. His coach is from Ireland and is very, very good – but is really, really…loud. He yells a lot. A lot. He doesn’t give out praise generously – only when it is earned. He’s not going to tell the boys “good job” if they are not doing a good job. Those boys work hard. Oddly enough, they hold the highest respect for their coach, they bust their tails to do more than their best to please him – and they relish his praise. They know that when he gives it, they have earned it. They are genuinely proud of themselves when they please him because they know whatever they have succeeded in doing was really tough.

Some parents may want to keep their kids away from such dance instructors and soccer coaches. They may want their kids to get more pats on the back and feel warm fuzzies at every practice. They may fear their children’s psyches being damaged if they or any other adult leader is too hard on their kids.

I say, bring it on.

Don’t misunderstand me. We love and cuddle and praise our kids as much as we can. We tickle and play and laugh and joke around a lot. We affirm them when they learn a new skill or obey without whining (talk about “doing hard things”!) or help with a chore without being asked. We focus a lot on praising the effort and persistence: “You didn’t give up! Great job! Aren’t you proud of yourself?” Our home oozes positivity…most days.

But – and I say this not bragging, but with honesty, and you could probably say the same thing about your own – we have smart, talented kids. They have huge potential. They can change the world. They can do great things. They are not going to do those great things if they are content with just “doing their best” and not pushing themselves to try things that are hard and that don’t necessarily come naturally or easily to them. I’m really glad that Griffin is no longer the best player on his soccer team. I’m glad that Meghan is the youngest dancer in her class. The lessons they learn now about working beyond themselves, doing more than is expected of them, stretching themselves to step beyond fear of failure to try something regardless of success – that is what I hope will build strong, confident, world-changing young adults. That is what will tune their ears to the call of God to trust Him in their weakness and inadequacy and watch Him do great things through them.

Going along with the idea of raising strong, independent kids, enter Confessions of a Slacker Mom, by Muffy Mead-Ferro. Yes, her name is Muffy. A little difficult to take her too seriously with a name like Muffy. The basic premise of her book is that we overindulge and overprotect our kids, resulting in young adults with a poor work ethic and deficit creativity who can’t think for themselves. I didn’t agree with everything she had to say (like scrapbooking every moment of our children’s lives will make them think the world revolves around them…watch out, Muffy – them’s fightin’ words!), but I think she had a few good points. Kids do need to learn responsibility and natural consequences and how to entertain themselves outside of TV and video games.

I hope you’ve stuck with me through the entirety of this very lengthy essay. It’s been on my mind and heart lately, and I feel like I’m navigating through some new waters and learning about this whole parenting thing as I go. I don’t pretend to have all the answers, but I hope I’ve given you something to think about, even if you wholeheartedly disagree with me. That won’t hurt my feelings. I’m going to do a “hard thing” and get over it! : )


3 thoughts on “A Slacker Mom Tackles Hard Things

  1. Very well said! I strongly feel that you need to let kids know that you believe they can do hard things. Everyone tried to get us to hold Christian back one more year, but we just knew he could do it and was ready. He did great, if anything better! He felt the challenge and tried harder. I am going to read the books you refrenced they sound great.

  2. I love this. Well said. I am so glad you push the kids because you know they can do it. Ditto on what you said about soccer. I actually think Griffin was the MVP last game :)Suzanne

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