What’s the opposite of a tiger?
I figure it’s a robin or something like that.
I started wondering last week. See, last week was the Scripps National Spelling Bee. And I heard a story on NPR about how South Asian-American students have dominated the spelling bee in recent years. True to form, this year’s winner was Snigdha Nandipati, an eighth-grader from San Diego. The NPR story reported that one reason Indian-American kids do so well at the bee is because it’s a point of pride for their parents and an activity the whole family can get in on.
In fact, Snigdha said that her father helped her prepare for her spelling competitions, which is not unusual.
I call parents like this Bengal Tiger Parents, not to be confused with Tiger Moms, made popular last year by the book, Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother by Yale law professor Amy Chua. You know, Chinese-American parents who demand excellence of their children, who usually end up neurosurgeons or what have you.
Hey, I’m not judging. It’s cool that their kids can spell words like guetapens, or play Beethoven’s entire Piano Sonata No. 14 in C-sharp minor, Op. 27, No. 2, by the time they’re 7. And it’s awesome that they don’t have to worry about how they’ll finance their retirement because their kids will be able to set them up in a nice condo in Boca.
I am, perhaps, a little bit jealous.
But personally, I’m more of a robin parent. You know, like the bird. I just let the chips fall where they may. I show the kids how to fly and then hope and pray they don’t get eaten by the neighborhood cat.
Sure, I’d like to reap the benefits of a child who can explain quantum physics when he’s 9 or can discover the cure for toe fungus as her eighth-grade science project, but you know what? I submit that those accomplishments are sometimes less kid-oriented, more adult-driven. For one thing, kids don’t even get toe fungus.
But I digress.
I once was on the path to becoming a Tiger mom, or at the very least, a Really Mean Domesticated Housecat Mom. I saw that my firstborn had innate intelligence, that he was a quick study. He was musical, too – showing great rhythmic skills at an early age and excelling at Kindermusik. That, as any first-time parent knows, is a sign of mathematical genius.
So we enrolled him in music classes and summer enrichment and various other cerebral endeavors.
And then we began working harder than he did.
He loved music and practiced grudgingly, but when our practice sessions started routinely ending with him in tears and me with a sore throat from yelling, I took a step back. All he wanted to do was play outside, and was that so bad? Did I really think he’d be the next Paderewski? No. I just wanted him to learn to play the piano.
I tell you, it was hard to dial down my expectations. I am a perfectionist by nature, at least in some aspects of my life. My housekeeping is about a B+, but when it comes to schoolwork, I was A+ all the way. I rarely can let myself get less than an A.
And for what? My college GPA was pretty freaking high. And look where it got me — I ain’t working at National Geographic, folks.
So my husband and I backed off and decided to let our kids figure out what they wanted to be good at instead of projecting our own expectations. We expect them to do their best, of course. But they don’t have to be the best.
It’s kind of hard, at least in this day and age. The pressure to get your kid into lessons to make him or her the best at whatever they do – music, sports, art, you name it – is high. We sometimes feel like salmon swimming upstream.
So our kids are learning to play piano. And draw. And play soccer. And joining the high school band. But do we expect them to make a career of any of these? No. Our goal: To create well-rounded human beings who, as adults, can appreciate classical music as well as their own pop songs, to be able to visit an art museum and understand what’s going on, to develop a love for the theater.
In other words, we’re raising them to be cultured human beings. And whatever else they want to become beyond that is up to them.
But when I feel the urge to push a little too much, to make them devote their lives to something that’s important to me but not to them, I have to mentally tell myself, “Hey, you’ve already done this. Back off.”
I think it’s paying off, although not in the Harvard-full-ride way that many Tiger parents might experience.
On the last day of school, I walked home from the elementary school with our youngest, and my hubs greeted me at the door. He excitedly told me that the oldest, who’ll be a junior next year, tried out that day for the honors concert choir at his high school and made it.
Wow. He hasn’t sung in a school choir since the sixth grade. We had no idea he was interested in this.
But he was. And this summer, he’s taking voice lessons from the choir director, who asked last week what instruments my son plays.
“Baritone,” my son said.
“And piano,” I said. “And drums.”
The choir director seemed surprised. “Wow,” he said. “You’re musical.”
I guess this surprised him that my kiddo had this talent. We hadn’t pushed him to share it. But he did when he was ready.
And he did it on his own.
I think this is robin-parenting success.
6 thoughts on “Don’t eat me, Tiger Mom”
Well done, you. :o) I think you are raising what I consider to be MORE important – happy, well-adjusted adults. Who cares if you’re a neurosurgeon if you’re also completely neurotic? Let’s try to give the world more stable, balanced individuals, ones that use common sense and good judgment and shine just as brightly in their own way.
High five, mom! 😀
Thanks! Back atcha!
Love your attitude! I’m a piano teacher, but before I started teaching, I raised my kids…eight of them. I was lucky to realize early on that they needed to live their own lives, not my dreams for them. As a piano teacher, I try to tell parents to ease up on unrealistic expectations. If there is another Mozart or Beethoven living with in their house, they won’t be able to stop the genius, Nor will they be able to recreate it with pressure. I teach piano because I LOVE piano. My hopes for my piano students would be that they all learn to find a love of music, and relaxation in some form of music. If it’s piano, fantastic, if it’s not, that’s okay too.
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