I’ve known the mother sitting in front of me at this
parent-teacher conference for years, and we have been through a lot
together. I have taught three of her children, and I like to think we’ve
even become friends during our time together. She’s a conscientious
mother who obviously loves her children with all of her heart. I’ve
always been honest with her about their strengths and weaknesses, and I
think she trusts me to tell her the truth. But when she hits me with the
concern that’s been bothering her for a while, all I can do is nod, and
stall for time.
“Marianna’s grades are fine; I’m not worried about that, but she just doesn’t seem to love learning anymore.”
She’s absolutely right. I’d
noticed the same thing about her daughter over the previous two or
three years I’d been her middle school English, Latin, and writing
teacher, and I have an answer, right there on the tip of my tongue, for
what has gone wrong. Yet I’m torn between my responsibility to help
Marianna and the knowledge that what I have to say is a truth I’m not
sure this mother is ready to hear.
The truth—for this
parent and so many others—is this: Her child has sacrificed her natural
curiosity and love of learning at the altar of achievement, and it’s our
fault. Marianna’s parents, her teachers, society at large—we are all
implicated in this crime against learning. From her first day of school,
we pointed her toward that altar and trained her to measure her
progress by means of points, scores, and awards. We taught Marianna that
her potential is tied to her intellect, and that her intellect is more
important than her character. We taught her to come home proudly bearing
As, championship trophies, and college acceptances, and we
inadvertently taught her that we don’t really care how she obtains them.
We taught her to protect her academic and extracurricular perfection at
all costs and that it’s better to quit when things get challenging
rather than risk marring that perfect record. Above all else, we taught
her to fear failure. That fear is what has destroyed her love of
learning.
I
look at this mother with concern on her face, her eager pencil poised
to write down my words of wisdom. I struggle to find a gentle way to
explain that the daily nagging about points and grades both perpetuates
Marianna’s dependence on her mother’s tendency to problem-solve and
intervene on her behalf, and teaches her that external rewards are far
more important than the effort Marianna invests in her education.
Marianna is so concerned with pleasing her parents that the love she
used to feel for learning has been crowded out by her craving for their
validation.
This mother’s hovering
comes from a place of love—that’s clear. She wants the world for her
children, and yet the very things she’s doing to encourage the sort of
achievement she feels will help them secure happiness and honors may be
undermining their future success.
Marianna is very smart
and high-achieving, and her mother reminds her of that on a daily
basis. However, Marianna does not get praised for the diligence and
effort she puts into sticking with a hard math problem or a convoluted
scientific inquiry. If that answer at the end of the page is wrong, or
if she arrives at a dead end in her research, she has failed—no matter
what she has learned from her struggle. And contrary to what she may
believe, in these more difficult situations she is learning. She learns
to be creative in her problem-solving. She learns diligence. She learns
self-control and perseverance. But because she is scared to death of
failing, she has started to take fewer intellectual risks. She has
trouble writing rough drafts and she doesn’t like to hypothesize or
think out loud in class. She knows that if she tries something
challenging or new, and fails, that failure will be hard evidence that
she’s not as smart as everyone keeps telling her she is. Better to be
safe. Is that what we want? Kids who get straight As but hate learning?
Kids who achieve academically, but are too afraid to take leaps into the
unknown?
Marianna’s
mother was extremely successful in school and in business, and she
knows the value of that hard work in her own life. Her mother allowed
her to fail and play and learn for the sake of learning, but now that
she’s parenting her own child, she’s lost sight of the value of
struggle. She is too worried about Marianna’s future achievements to
allow her daughter to work through the obstacles in her path. She wants
to give Marianna everything and yet she forgets that her best childhood
experiences likely arose from the thrill of facing challenge, from the
moments she lost herself in the trying and, when she failed, trying
again to accomplish something all on her own, simply for the adventure
and pleasure inherent in learning something new.
I know this mom because she’s just like me. And telling her
the truth is hard both because I’m afraid she’ll get defensive and
angry, and because it means I have to cop to all the same mistakes in my
own parenting. Maybe it’s time to share some truths with her as I
figure out where I went astray, and together we can help our kids
rediscover their intellectual bravery, their enthusiasm for learning,
and the resilience they need in order to grow into independent,
competent adults. With a little luck, they will look back on their
childhood and thank us; not just for our unwavering love, but for our
willingness to put their long-term developmental and emotional needs
before their short-term happiness. For our willingness to let their
lives be just a little bit harder today so they will know how to face
hardship tomorrow.
I take a deep breath, cross my fingers, and tell her the truth.
Written by Jessica Lehey
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