Thanks to conversations like this, I’ve been thinking about progressive parenthood and what I can do to ease my son’s confusion about the world around him.
My boy just turned ten years old (long time readers of this blog, yes, you are old) and he is an absolute joy. He’s still affectionate with his mama, and doesn’t hesitate to give kisses or hold my hand or talk to me about the dramas in his life. It’s pretty great. We take long walks together in the evening and this is our talking time, the space we make available to discuss our lives and ask for opinions and share our secrets without the distractions of our home duties nagging at the corners of our minds. Sometimes Ethan shares stories about his classmates at school, often about one in particular who was once his friend but has morphed into E’s worst enemy.
I was never fond of this other kid, or his family for that matter. Culturally conservative and very religious, they were all very vocal about the kinds of traditional values that make me cringe: strict gender roles, authoritative parenting, support for political measures that amount to very thinly veiled racist beliefs. Ethan, being the child of a feminist and a child of color, was skeptical about some of the things this other child had to say about women or Latin@s for example, and when their friendship ended exchanged some words with the kid that amounted to E calling out the other kid for being “unfair” to others for superficial reasons. Which then led to the kid mocking Ethan’s name and race. Ethan, responding with humor, mocked the kid right back. “Yeah, but you’re German, dude!” And with a startlingly accurate gutteral accent, “Ach, ach, ach, nicht, nicht, nicht, ach, ach, ach, nicht!” According to Ethan’s report, the children on the playground that witnessed this argument sided mostly with Ethan.
It might be a tad problematic from my adult perspective, but heartening as well. E knew the kid was in the wrong, and he defended himself in a way that revealed the absurdity of bigotry.
I reminded him later that he is also quite German.
On our walks we talk a lot about what it means to live in the world compromised by discrimination. This means I have a child who knows words like “discrimination” and “sexism” and “accessibility” and can use them appropriately. I’m always on the look for teachable moments, and do what I can to make them worthwhile.
The time we saw a working dog in training at the grocery store? A perfect time to talk about working animals, disability, accessibility.
The time the boys at the birthday party didn’t want to watch “Coraline” because they said it was a “girl movie”? A perfect time to talk about masculinity and homosociality and sexism. Also a time to discuss our shared appreciation of a Good Story.
The time E accidentally let a curse word slip in front of me, despite being a TOTAL CURSE WORD PRUDE? A perfect time to talk about appropriate social venues for certain language. And we don’t really care at home within reason. And don’t tell Grandma I said that.
The time E wanted to know if my friend was a boy or a girl? The perfect time to discuss not only the performance and creation of gender, but also to discuss that we have loved ones who are queer and that they face discrimination and diminished equality because of bigotry.
The time Ethan asked, “If the baby is inside the mom, how the hell does it get out?” SEX TALK.
When he slips into bigoted commentary? I challenge it in a friendly but pointed way that (I hope) encourages him to reconsider the bases of his thought.
When I explain my values I am passionate (AACS is so cool!) but keep it age appropriate (not using the word “phallologocentric” but talking about linguistics and what words imply). He feels free to come to me about any questions he has about the world, and I think one of the reasons he does is that I’ve been nothing but open to discussion. Especially on our walks.
There has been a lot of discussion about parenting and feminism in the femosphere over the last few years, and I wanted to open space on the blog again so we can discuss how to teach our children our values. It’s one thing to say that we ought to teach our children our progressive values, but it’s another thing in the details of actually doing it. And if you’re not a parent, tell us how you were taught. What works?