I’ve just finished reading a great book (The
Silent Kookaburra by Liza Perrat, if you’re interested) and part of the reason
I enjoyed it was the fact that it was set in the early 1970s. The narrator was
a year older than me and despite it being set in a small Australian town, a million
miles from my own experience, her childhood really resonated with me. More than
anything it highlighted the way the world has changed and got me thinking whether
this was for the better or worse.
Like most things in life, there is no easy answer.
Hopefully as human beings we have evolved as the world has become smaller
through technology. Prejudice is no longer as widespread as it was and although
racism and sexism do still exist it’s nowhere near as limiting as it was in the
70s. This in itself has to be a good thing but what about the other changes?
The most striking changes have taken place in the
way we view our children. I am not a parent but work with young people who have
been reared in a child-centred society. From birth they have been encouraged to
believe that they are deserving of respect and validation regardless of their
behaviour. There is no hint of children being seen but not heard or respecting their
elders. In fact they are often quite shocked to discover that the world does
not actually revolve around them.
It’s easy to point out the negatives of this kind
of child-rearing. We have lots of young people who are not very resilient. The
world is a tough place, perhaps more than ever before, and yet children are fed
the idea that they can achieve anything they want to achieve. In an ideal world
this might be true and hard work would pay off but in reality life is not
necessarily fair. Big dreams are all well and good but you are never going to
be a doctor or vet if you aren’t academically inclined nor are you going to be
a successful singer even if you can carry a tune and have been in a couple of
school shows. Why then do we constantly peddle the myth that children can be
whoever they want to be and then wonder why they grow up into disappointed, unemployable
adults? Shouldn’t we all be questioning why lots of big businesses would rather
employ pensioners than young people?
I’m not viewing the 70s through rose tinted
glasses, however. I grew up in a world where children were kept firmly in their
place. We were told in no uncertain terms that we were not on equal footing
with adults who warranted our respect for no other reason than good manners. We
didn’t join in adult conversations, we gave up our seats if an adult was
standing and we never questioned authority. Basically we were encouraged to be
passive and accepting. Assertiveness is something that most of us have had to
learn in adulthood and it’s often a steep learning curve.
Young people today tend to have a positive body
image despite the statistics telling us that obesity is on the increase. In
contrast I remember greed being viewed as something to be ashamed of and nobody
beat around the bush where weight gain was concerned. I had a friend whose
mother made her wear a panty girdle throughout her early teens due to her “running
to fat.” There was no letting it all hang out and acceptance, being fat was
undesirable and showed a weakness of character. We may have kept our weight in
check and been less of a drain on the NHS but it can’t be a coincidence that
every woman I know who is of my generation has a neurotic, unhealthy relationship
with food. Is this any less damaging than the new eat all you can, junk food
generation?
A notable positive change that I’ve seen is the
way that young people have embraced inclusiveness. I often feel ashamed as I’m
choking back laughter watching singers who can’t sing or dancers who can’t
dance whilst young people encourage and support each other. We are all told
that bullying is on the increase especially online but in my experience young
people are kinder than I remember. Kids were brutal when I was at school and if
you lacked skill there was no giving it your best shot, you were roundly mocked.
I was beyond useless at PE and consequently never got picked for any teams;
even my own friends viewed me as a handicap. To this day the idea of team games
fill me with horror as I think back to shivering on the school field as the
sporty girls deliberated who would be the least damaging to their success – an obese
girl called Lesley, Nicola a chronic asthmatic or me.
I don’t suppose it takes a rocket scientist to
figure out that our modern child-centric society is probably a direct result of
the confidence crippling childhood of the 70s. Most of my friends who like me
had to cope with low self-esteem and people pleasing disorders swore their own
children would not be subject to the harsh child-rearing they endured. And as often
happens they over compensated with their own offspring to try and rectify what
happened to them. Consequently we are seeing different but just as damaging
results from their own efforts.
Is there ever going to be an ideal childhood then?
My own parents would scoff at my assertions that they were too strict as they
recalled being given the belt and having to go out to work at fourteen. I
suppose in comparison we seemed spoilt and pathetic. Their criticisms were just
as limiting though as their own parents’ discipline had been to them and later
generations may have chosen a more liberal approach but succeeded only in
unleashing a whole set of new problems on their progeny. Maybe growing up
should just come with a government health warning.
I love this. And I think we had it the best way. Better to have your confidence grow out of achievement, and a few of life's lessons, than be praised for everything you do - I dread to think how today's teenagers, who've grown up in the world of social media inspirational quotes (God, I hate those things!), will fare when they're 25 years old, in a job, and discover that they're not so great after all, and 'you can do anything' only if you work hard at it and have the basic talent in the first place.
ReplyDeleteI have a family member who encourages her daughters thus - she tells them they are beautiful and talented. They're not, they're just averagely attractive and averagely intelligent. The result is that they are both supremely confident, and self-obsessed. She'd do better to teach them a little humility.
Yep, overconfidence can be just as destroying ultimately as lacking in confidence. Getting the balance right is a parent's nightmare but a parent who gives a child the idea that the world revolves around them (which realisation usually kicks in at around seven/eight)is doing them no favours in later life. We've all met those people with a sense of an over inflated ego. Sorry, bit of a rant there.You're right, Terry - confidence should come from achievement in whatever sphere, whatever age. Confidence to go out there and try is another issue altogether. Husband can't believe how gobby I am now compared with the girl he met in our teens - so perhaps it's not just parents but partners and friends which help us to grow in confidence. (Not really that gobby though!!! I hope.)
DeleteYou are charmingly assertive Judith not gobby at all. I reckon most of us are works in progress, I waver constantly between mildly confident and my own worst critic :D
Deleteps - yes, and the fat thing! In my day (ha ha ha, yes, I really said that!), we covered up our fat bits. No, they don't look nice. Mostly, fat gives the impression you are lazy and greedy, however often we're told that 'big is beautiful'. Today, you see girls who are far larger than I ever was showing off their tubby middles with pierced navels, wearing tight leggings over elephantine thighs. Ghastly. And they're not 'curvy'. They're fat.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading, Terry and I agree I think we probably got the best deal. I wouldn't want to be a young person now as you say social media has probably been the biggest game changer with everyone living their lives in full technicolour glory - big tubby middles and all :D
ReplyDeleteI agree with Terry, but I find it hard to get rid of the negative voices in my head from my mother and teachers etc. Took me a long time to realise I was a worthwhile person. In fact, come to think of it I'm still working on it at 54. Still better to be liberated as an adult than disappointed. My 4 year old grandson is a 'victim' of this modern parenting, and I try to restore some balance, but he thinks I'm an evil old witch if I don't accede to his every demand like his parents do!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading and commenting, Rose. It is a real balancing act to get it right and I doubt anybody really survives their childhood unscathed :D
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