Note: This is the
second part of a two-part reflection on Amy Chua’s book, The Battle Hymn of
the Tiger Mother. The first part can be found here.
- So with all that is right with
the intellectual structure of Chua’s parenting ideology, where is the
“horrible” moment? Where is the failure to learn from? At a visceral level,
it comes from the meanness with which she pursues these principles. It
just feels wrong to yell at and insult your children in the way she
describes doing. It’s abusive. It’s inhuman. It’s an exercise of power and
domination that is uncomfortable to witness and debilitating to be a part
of.
- One of the things that is
frustrating to me about Chua’s book is that we don’t get to see what her
rough treatment really does to her children. We get some glimpse of how
they feel near the end of Chua’s narrative - both when her younger
daughter finally revolts, giving up the instrument she loves playing and
with it her hard won positions as concert master in the youth orchestra and
as a pupil with a prestigious teacher, in order to get out from under her
mother’s pressure and when Chua’s older daughter describes how isolated
and lonely she feels because she literally runs home from school each day
to practice so as not to anger her mother. But I want to know more about
what Chua’s treatment has meant to their lives. Do they lash out at others
the way their mother does at them? Do they have any close friends? Are
they sullen when they are out of the house or happy? Who else is important
in shaping their lives? Chua only really talks about them in two places –
at practice and on stage. Maybe that’s the only place we really see our
children once they are school-aged, but I still want to know what’s
happening out of her sight. What kind of work is taking place when Chua is
not around?
- The second failure of
Chua’s parenting comes from her competitiveness. Chua’s drive her ambition,
overwhelms everything else when it comes to her children. In this she is a
Tragic figure in the grand literary sense where a character epitomizes a
principle and cannot relinquish that principle regardless of the human
consequences. She is like Bazarov in Turgenev’s Fathers and Sons or
Javert in Hugo’s Les Miserables, both of whom cause themselves
incredible misery rather than admit that their principle does not always
hold true. They would rather be right than happy. Or they don’t know how
to be anything else. Chua’s description of herself follows the same
prescription. She talks about how hard it is to keep her children going,
how miserable she feels, how she’s come to love the dogs that she has
stopped trying to train and how she can’t do this with her children. She
is stuck in the kind of tragic condition that Sophocles and Euripides use
to write plays about.
- This may be part of my
fascination with her as well. The Tragic figure usually ends the story
miserable, alone, and/or dead. There is a catharsis in that resolution,
one that allows the audience to see the consequences of the character’s
idealism. Either that or the character finally has a change of heart and
everyone lives happily ever after. Chua doesn’t really give us either. She
tells the story as if, following her sister’s medical difficulties and her
younger daughter’s revolt, she has experienced a change of heart. But after
she tells of all the surreptitious effort she’s putting in to guide and
coach her younger daughter’s efforts at tennis, that change remains
uncertain. The final conclusion of the story remains up in the air.
- I wonder what effect
Chua’s intellectual environment has had in creating her attitude toward
her children. She was educated in, and continues to exist in, the world of
elite business schools. In that world, competition – the scoreboard of
profit and loss – is the one axiomatic truth. Everything is judged
according that scoreboard. Every action contributes to winning or losing, adding
value or reducing it. It has to be hard for someone engulfed in such an environment
to imagine a world where that scoreboard doesn’t exist or to see the ineffable
value in things that cannot be scored.
- Chua demonstrates her difficulty
with this in the way she approaches musical choices for her children. When
a piano teacher suggests a delicate piece by Prokofiev, Chua cannot see its
value. It doesn’t look hard enough to her. It doesn’t possess enough technical
difficulty for her taste. That it is an excellent piece for her daughter
to perform is something she only comes to understand later.
- I don’t know what this perspective
on the world means for her children. Chua is pushing her daughters to
figure out all the technical edges to a piece and practice them until they
are honed to a razor sharpness. This is all well and good, but there is an
absence of humanity in her training that makes it feel empty. They are not
working to create things that make the world a better place. They are not
learning to use these talents to help people or bring life to new ideas.
Chua’s goal isn’t even perfection. It’s impressing others. It’s winning the competition. It’s
beating everyone else.
- From time to time I listen
to how professional athletes talk about what it feels like to play a sport
at the highest level and what drives them to continue in the face of
injuries, losses, and disappointments. What has always been interesting to
me about these is they tend to talk about motivation in terms of fear,
fear of failure, fear of losing, fear of letting others down, fear of
losing their place. Winning is not really a celebration. It’s a relief. It
is the temporary release from fear.
- It feels to me like this
is the fear Chua lives with and is the fear she is teaching her children. It
pervades every endeavor of her life and seems to warp her interactions
with the rest of the world.
- Perhaps this is the
trade-off that comes with pursuing the peak of the mountain. You may get
the view but only while suffering through a tremendous amount of fear. It
seems like a miserable way to live a life.
- I think this is the lesson
I’m willing to draw from Chua’s account. So much of what we think of as
achievement is built upon extended misery and dysfunction. This is not the
world I want my children to live in. I want them to be happy. I want them
to feel good about their world and their place in it. I certainly want
them to know how to work hard for something, but I also want them to know
how to appreciate where they are and who they are with. I want them to
value people as more than opponents to be beaten. Chua’s Tiger mothering does
not do that. She practices parental love as an input of time and effort, a
matter of sacrifice and discipline. But it is also a matter of showing
children how to respect and appreciate the beauty of their world. Without
a balance amongst all these factors, I don’t see how our children can grow
up to be the adults we want them to be.
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