A Comment On Children and Failure

A Facebook friend of mine recently posted the following quote:

Where did we ever get the crazy idea that in order to make children do better, first we have to make them feel worse? Think of the last time you felt humiliated or treated unfairly. Did you feel like cooperating or doing better?

Jane Nelson

I was curious about this statement.  What I infer from her quote is that someone, somewhere believes humiliating people, and treating them unfairly is a formula for positive results.  On the contrary, neither of these two behaviors seem to lend to a positive outcome.  How someone would come to believe that others actually do this intentionally is confusing to me.

“Did you feeli like cooperating or doing better?”  No, I would not feel like cooperating or doing better.  I would feel like going somewhere else, where there are other people who aren’t manipulative, using humiliation to attempt to mold someone into what they want them to be, rather than what they were designed to be.

I’m making an assumption, but I believe that this quote is in reference to overcoming failure, which is a huge sore spot for me, when it comes to raising children, of which I have none.  I do have common sense, however.

If we protect our children from failure, they will not learn to survive on their own.  When they enter the real world, they will soon discover how much they have been trained to behave like a victim when things don’t go “fairly” for them.

If, we push our children into failure, and we intentionally humiliate them, then we are doing as much damage as if we were to allow them not to fail by manufacturing “fair” environments.

One of the most recent examples of “fair” that I can think of was a story of a neighborhood easter egg hunt.  A few kids found most of the eggs, some of the kids found some of the eggs, and a large group of kids found nothing.  A parent who protested managed to convince the rest of the neighborhood parents to take all of the eggs from all of the children and divide them evenly amongst each other.

For those children who failed to collect any eggs, what lesson have we taught them?  Isn’t it more detrimental to their future to falsely impress upon them that it’s impossible to be knocked off the proverbial “horse” in life?  Don’t we want them to understand “getting right back on that horse?”

If a child puts his or herself in a situation which requires hard work to achieve a goal, such as joining a soccer team, or being part of a choir, let them experience failure, so the next time they try, when they work harder to achieve their goal, and they succeed at what they previously failed at, their achievement will be sweeter, and will build self-confidence.  Let them try and let them fail.  But don’t force them to fail, and do all of it in love.

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Empty the Bag, or Fill the Bowl

Standing at the edge of the island in the middle of her kitchen, I was looking for something to do.  I had just chopped 3 onions while a playful young man scooted a bowl around the edge of the circular table while sputtering car noises as though his bowl had an engine of its own.  Holding a large, sharp slicing blade, I felt nervous about his speed as he approached over and over again, getting closer to the chopping block ever time.  He was diverted by his mother, and soon after that needed discipline for disobedience.  She asked me what I thought about little boys who utter defiance at their parents.  I was thinking that we should just add him to the chili, cause he’s so delicious, but that’s not what I said.  I said that I don’t like it when people yell at me.

Uncle intervened, via telephone.

When she offered me a bag of cheese, she asked me if I would like to put the cheese in the bowl.  I responded, “do you want me to empty the bag, or fill the bowl.”

[record scratching sound goes here]

scream1Her response answered my question, but the way she hesitated before offering the answer confused me.  Why was that such a difficult question to answer?  It took me a good minute to realize that the question I had asked made absolutely no sense.  It didn’t make sense to her, and it didn’t make sense to me.  But, she was able to answer it regardless.

In the moment, I had no idea what I was trying to say, and then about five minutes after the fact, I figured it out.  You see, there was plenty of cheese in the bag, but I didn’t connect that fact right away.  My logic was thinking two things.  a) either there’s not enough cheese in the bag to fill one bowl, or b) there’s enough cheese in the bag that I would need another bowl.  It wasn’t exactly clear to me that there was enough cheese to actually fill the bowl which means that if the assignment was to “fill the bowl” and there wasn’t enough, then I would need to search for more cheese, and if the assignment was to “empty the bag” then it would either not matter if the bowl was full, or I would have to search for another bowl to handle the overflow.

The reason I didn’t know how much cheese was required was directly tied to the lack of experience and knowledge.  It may sound like a silly thing, but these little experiences are very important for me.  They build confidence, and when I know how to do something, I have more confidence.  That’s nothing new for you either, I suppose.

I was helping Susan with Crème brûlée last Christmas for a party at Mike’s house, and when I offered to help, aside from forgetting that I have no idea how to make Crème brûlée, I was given the task of pouring hot milk into a mixer with eggs.  I had never done that before, and I really didn’t know why I was supposed to pour it in so slowly.  “Am I supposed to do it like this?” I said.  “Slower,” she replied…”don’t go so fast,” she assumed I knew why.  I didn’t.  Now I do.  It’s like the first time you learn why you aren’t supposed to pour a cold glass of water into a glass that just came out of the dishwasher.

This thought process of analyzing the bag of cheese and the bowl is an example of a very taxing exercise that my mind goes through in the moment.  I think out loud.  This becomes a bit of a double edged sword, because it can confuse people who don’t understand how to communicate with me and make them impatient or if I don’t think out loud, I may come across as someone who is non-responsive.

Either way, not understanding how to do something is far greater a challenge than unerstanding that something needs to be done.

I have believed that I have to experience it before I understand it.  I am wrong.

Could this pose some pretty serious problems?  I think so.  If I were to wait around to experience everything I’m not an expert at I would be waiting for ever.  Pudding-proof:  I’m not married because I thought I had to figure out marriage before doing it.  The consequences of pouring the hot milk into the eggs too fast is cooked egg whites.  The consequence of getting married before I’m an expert at it is a broken heart.

The committment issues that I face, as cliche as they may sound coming out of any woman’s mouth, had to do with fear of not achieving perfection prior to experience.  Just pour the cheese, Jon, and don’t ask questions.  If the bowl is too big, the bag will be empty.  If the bag is too big, then stop pouring when the bowl is full.  It’s that simple.

Is There Really Something More…?

destiny

We’re obsessed as a nation and as a people with the idea that there’s more to life than what we have and we feel we cannot be satisfied with what we have until we’ve had more; that there’s a dissatisfaction with the concept of destiny, or a path that’s already been written for us, and we fight against it, thinking that we’re missing out on something else.  I am as human as you are, and I too feel at times like there is something in life that I am missing out on.  However, in my heart of hearts, I know that I am who I am supposed to be, I am doing what I am supposed to be doing, and nothing can change what’s going to happen to me next anymore than I can predict it.

I find great comfort and peace in the idea that my life, from beginning to end, has been written out for me and that I’m along for the ride.  Like a roller coaster (which we can choose to ride or not, unlike being born,) we can either kick and scream and live fearfully throughout the entire ride, or we can smile in excitement at every twist and turn, bump and bang, knowing that eventually the ride will settle.  The funny thing about a roller coaster is that the track never changes, and if you find that the ride is too terrifying, and you don’t get off, you’ll be going around for another.  But regarding life’s events, do I have a choice in the matter?  Well, sort of.

The idea that we have a choice in what happens to us doesn’t fit very well into my life.  In fact, to say that we have any control over what happens to us, seems incomprehensible to me.  I am far more apt to ask the question “why me” after something adverse happens to me that is out of my control.  But why would I want to live in that state?  Why would I want to hold so tightly to the idea that I’m in control of what happens if it leads to me being angry about what hasn’t happened yet?

The very fact that I imply that some things are out of my control and some things are within my control seems to negate the idea that we have no choice.  Let me clarify.

I believe I can choose.  I believe that I can choose to act on a calling in my life.  I believe that I can choose to respond to something that happens to me.  I also believe that when I look at my life as though there’s more available than I am getting out of it, that I’m dissatisfied with what I have, then I am failing to appreciate what I have, and begin to subscribe to the Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda in life.

“I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.”

-Phillipians 4:12

“Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, ‘Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.’ ”

-Hebrews 13:5

I understand that you may not believe what the Bible reads.  I do believe it, completely, as off the wall odd as it may seem to some of you, and it is my toolbox to handle any life-task at hand.

If I look at life in the shoulda, coulda, woulda way, I most likely experience overwhelming debt, selfishness, and dissatisfaction.  But, when I let go of controlling my destiny, when I let go of the idea that I have control over the uncontrolled, I can use my ability to choose for better things like reacting in a healthy way to what I cannot control, and I believe I become more apt to give, and no matter how much money I have, or make, or how many things I accumulate, if I cannot give to the world something of value greater than money, then I have not lived.

So Is There Really Something More?

Yes, I trust there is, but I can’t tell you where to go to get it because it comes from a place that exists outside of this world, and I’m not attempting to draft you into a new comet-chasing cult.  I believe that very thing that we yearn for deep down inside is God.  I think we all have a God-shaped hole in our heart that we seek to fill with things that are temporary.  Sure, we’re temporary in body, but what about our spirit?  What about our Soul?  How can one reconcile the concept of nothing after death?  There is something so much more in my life that keeps me looking forward instead of looking back, that lifts me up from the ashes and draws me towards Glory.  That thing is the peace that transcends all of my own worldly understanding, which I cannot explain, that leads me to do as much of what’s good as my bones can manage before falling again to the inevitable sin that comes from inside of me.  There is something more, and I have it now.  It’s not something I need to go looking for.

“You broke the bonds, and loosed the chains, carried the cross, of all my shame…

…but I still haven’t found what I’m looking for.”  – U2

In a spiritual sense, I have found everything I am looking for, but my conscious existence, my flesh on this planet still cries out for more.  And thus I move forward without the shame of the past.

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