I’m finally old enough to be able to say those words.
{ And there are more words in my head than a poem can contain today. }
{ Disclaimer: I know.. there are beautiful, talented, compassionate, generous, philanthropic, intelligent children in this world. I am blessed to know many of them.}
While standing in line at a cafe today, I walked over to place my coat at a table that had just come available. A young girl raced up, touched the chair before I could and stood there smirking at me. I just shook my head and thought to myself “Who does that?” But I do know who does that.. children who have been raised to compete and win at all costs. What was she thinking? Probably “I win!”
There were long line-ups at the grocery store later this afternoon and I resigned myself to enduring the regular line-up since I had so many items to purchase. Two young girls pushed up behind me in line with only 3 items, clearly expecting to get the go-ahead to jump the cue rather than wait in the Express line with everyone else. “Who does that?” Well, only a few senior citizens and I gladly invite them to go ahead of me because they have difficulty standing for any length of time. “Who else does that?” Children who have been raised with a sense of entitlement. But I’ll come back to this later.
It wasn’t that long ago I thought I’d never say those words, “Kids these days.” I thought that I would totally “get” what being young felt like. In Grade 8, I even journaled to my future self so that I’d remember what it felt to be a teenager. I thought that when I was older, I would remember and have compassion and understanding for teenagers in society, for my own future children.
Well, having taught in the public school system for 15 years, I do remember, but today I am at a loss and I am devastated. There has been yet another suicide of a young woman, no, she was a child of 15, and this brought a flood of tears to my eyes this week. “Who does that?” I wondered? So I read more of Rehtaeh’s story, I watched her memorial video and her story moved me.. so much so that I couldn’t not write today.
You see, she was a typical 15 year old. Young, sweet, perhaps naive, and at a party with friends. Too many drinks later ( many of us have had too much to drink ) this young girl passed out and was allegedly raped by four boys. I say allegedly only because the boys have not been convicted yet. Deplorably, someone also thought this would be a great photo opportunity, took pictures, hit send and her tragic night went viral.
That was just the beginning of the abuse for this little girl. She became the victim again when she was bullied at school and her friends left her side. Even the RCMP thought there wasn’t enough evidence to lay charges (even though there were four boys and one victim.. and photographic evidence) and massive delays in the investigation ensued. The internet and printed news articles have damned the RCMP for yet another bungled investigation, others declare the school must be to blame because they didn’t do anything to stop the bullying. Only today, of course “not because of the public outcry”, but because “new evidence” has “suddenly” come to light, these boys will finally be charged. But it’s too late for Rehtaeh.
Everyone is anguished. Everyone wants justice. Everyone wants answers. I want to know why. You see, I remember being in Grade 8, I remember being bullied. My own children have experienced it and I’ve had to advocate for them in school. But this is different, I observe and can feel a change, a shift in how children are being raised…
yes, today what I’m really wondering about… is where were the parents?
I wonder what the parents of those four boys must be thinking or feeling? I’m wondering what the parents of all of Rehtaeh’s friends who abandoned her think or feel? Is there guilt, shame or fear? Or just “thank goodness it wasn’t my child”.
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My generation was raised mostly in homes that were traditional or had two working parents. Sports was rather loosely organized and parental involvement not over done. When my children were born the Super Parent was also engendered, you might know them as the Helicopter Parents, parents who strive to push their children to ever greater heights to achieve and become so much more than they ever were. I have wondered often when this narrow-minded competitive focus would backlash?
Children are enrolled in sports that focus on training, not for community, but for elite level sports, the college team, or better still “the NHL”. Our children must be perfect to do this. They need to practice diligently in sports and school, they must beat the other kids to get that top spot. In this culture that pits child against child, there is little room for failure, because failure means a lack of perfection. There is no room for “us”, just room for “me” and “what I need to do to get where I’m going.. and at all costs, whatever it takes.” Trust me, all that extra coaching for elite training in school and for sports does have a hefty price tag, one that many families just can’t afford.
Children’s best interests are often being pushed aside in the great Race for Success. And eager parents, with a misplaced sense of duty, are quite literally and metaphorically the drivers at the wheel. No longer are children allowed to gradually explore their own interests and find joy in life. They must choose a sport early in order to gain the advantage. They must achieve ever greater advances in those early years through the Seven Habits of Success. Better still, they should hit the Outlier’s 10,000 hours to be truly competent. After all, it worked for their parents didn’t it? Or did it? I don’t remember being under that sort of pressure. Children even have to look the part, with the right clothing and hair to “fit in”. Children have become the newest victims of social media that has repeatedly driven home that to be successful and popular one must have the merchandiser’s prescribed “right look and dress code”. Is it any surprise that anorexia is so prevalent?
What does a child, who has become the sole focus of one or two human beings who are in a competition for “Best Parent” with the “Best Child” turn out like? Well, entitled comes to mind, self-centered, narcissistic, and probably “a win at all costs kind of child”. After all, what child doesn’t want to please their parents? How could they not? What child doesn’t love and want to please their parents with an “A” in every class, gold medals in the race, or the top scorer on the team.. it would make mom and dad proud, wouldn’t it? Isn’t that the rules in the Game of Life they were taught?
What other descriptors come to mind? Fraught with anxiety… when they think they might not “reach the mark”. Devastated.. when they don’t make the team. Crushed.. when they are excluded by the elite group at school or don’t get into the University of their Dreams. Disenfranchised.. when they find out they can’t be Number One at anything at all, so it seems easier to just give up. These are the children I worry most about. The bar has been raised so high, that there are those who just don’t stand much of a chance and, most damaging of all, when they grow old enough.. they believe it.. and the defiance begins.
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For the record, I am not against organized sports or scholastic achievement. I just hope that it’s always aligned with a child’s best interests, desires and their own true and honest capabilities. Children do need a nudge sometimes, with guidance, to learn to set realistic goals for themselves and to strive, with parental encouragement, to do their best.. most of the time. Because no one is perfect, including the parents who raise them.
As a parent who wants to do her very best with the very precious gifts of two children, I, too, have fallen into the same trap, time and again. I give my head a shake, pull back and tell myself I need to put things into perspective. All the while, I also feel riddled with anxiety that my child might be “left behind” because I didn’t do my job in promoting them. But isn’t it more important for children to discover self-reliance, to discover the joy in finding one’s own hidden gifts and talents, to try to find employment on their own and work towards their own definition of “success”…even if it means they’re not playing the violin at Juilliard? When is having just enough.. well, enough? My husband believes it is important to discover joy and pride in volunteering for a cause.. instead many in this next generation waste countless hours watching television and gaming. In my years of Early Childhood Education, this was the focus we were taught as educators of young children: self-confidence, self-respect, empathy, social skills, etc. But the tide has turned.
I now wonder, in the race to turn out “Super Kids”, did “Super Parents” take the time to sit down and talk about empathy? To teach their kids boundaries, to not to taunt or “rub it in” when they scored or made the team and their friend did not. That other children are not objects to be ridiculed or used for one’s own amusement. I wonder, where were the parents of Rehtaeh’s friends when they decided to shun her at school when the bullying began? How could they not have gotten together to teach their children to stick up for her? Aren’t friends supposed to “have your back”? This is the most devastating part of her life’s story for me.. that her friends could actually turn and walk away from her. Who does that?!
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I was fortunate, the lessons of empathy were taught extensively in my home. We’ve worked to teach our own children empathy and other important values throughout their young years and still do. It began when they were two years old, with small observations like “That poor boy must have been so sad.” or “I feel so sorry for her.” That’s it. Tiny seeds of empathy were planted when my children were toddlers. Those seeds of observation grew over the years into lengthy conversation about their lives and the lives of their friends, all in an effort to gain compassion, tolerance and understanding.
New parents, some of whom did not have the good fortune to be raised with strong moral values as a compass for their lives, need better direction. Many turn to reading for guidance, to sites such as Babbles “50 Best Parenting Books“. There’s so much more than reading, writing and discussion that needs to be done.
I have some sense of encouragement, as I pray for the pendulum to swing back.. perhaps not all the way, but somewhere in the middle. As parents we’re not getting everything wrong. I agree that it is important for children to set goals, their own goals, and to strive to be “the best they can be” and to measure that success against their last accomplishments. But not at the cost of human compassion and empathy. I hope, one day, that to truly be “successful” means that a child can create their own world filled with significant, meaningful human connections, financial stability, spiritual independence, joy, passion and love.
The girl at the cafe today? I actually wanted to look her in the eye, put my hand on her shoulder, and tell her how very sorry I was that she felt she needed to do that… that we could just share the space. And those young girls in grocery store lineup, I decided not to let them jump the cue. I hope this was a tiny lesson in patience and the right of others to have their place in line ahead of them.
rehtaeh parsons is everyone’s daughter, everyone’s child, and everyone’s victim.
Today, I am heart broken that this beautiful young human being won’t have the opportunity to blossom into the woman that she was destined to become. Her lesson will live on for all of us.
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What a sad story. I must admit I was a bit of a wild child when I was younger, but never to the point of losing respect for my elders. I have to say that I think I am still young enough (or fiery enough) to have said HELL NO to that girl that tried to take the seat you were walking towards. I would have straight put her ass in check. I am glad you didn’t let the girls cut in line also. That makes me smile!! Thank you for sharing this story, as sad as it may be.
Brittany, your mom sure raised you right, but I knew that already just from your lovely blog:)xx
Well said Barb, although it makes me feel sad and sick that this is something needs to be said at all.
You’re so right about that, Korena, these discussions shouldn’t even have to happen.xx
What a sad story about Rehtaeh. Heartbreaking, really. This was an extremely thoughtful and provocative post – thank you.
Thanks so much, John, it took so much time to think through and write. I was unsure whether to post it but I’m glad now that I did.
Thank you for honoring Rehtaeh. This story and the way you told it will build compassion. I have sent it on to my two young adult children. They are my hope for a better future.
It’s always so nice to see you here, Ros.. and I’m truly touched that you would send this on to your children. You were always my mentor in education, the teacher I always aspired to be.xx
A thoughtful post, Barb, and I know it wasn’t easy for you to write of Rehteah. How very tragic. I find it unconscionable that today, after all the publicity, some school administrations are still so slow to react to bullying. Granted, I hope they are in a very small minority but even 1 is too many. May she rest in peace.
Thanks, Barb.
It was a struggle for sure, John. I closed comments and then reopened them this morning. I thought it must be authentic when it causes pain to write and fear to publish. I can’t get over how everyone (except her family of course) let her down.
Beautiful, thought-provoking piece, Smidge. Poor Rehtaeh, her story made it all the way to our newspapers.
I’m not surprised her story made it there.. I think it’s her character, prettiest eyes and genuine beauty that just glows in her photos.. and makes you want to understand.
There is not much to add to your very well written and empathetic post. My heart breaks at the thought of the loneliness and despair felt by this young teenager.
As you did, so did we start in our very young children’s lives to teach them empathy and sympathy…. to watch for that child in class that had no friends and to be a friend to them …because as I said to them ‘how would you feel if you were him/her’? I was taught by my mother.
Bullying has always been but never has it been to the proportion it is today…with as you say ‘social media’.
Parents need to teach their children…alas some parents think ‘children should work things out on their own’ etc.
Anyway, I agree so much with the fact that young people today need direction but not pushed beyond their limits…..enough said…Diane
Your mother taught you well, Diane, it shows in your own writing. xx
Barb what a beautifully written post but such a sad story. At 28 I don’t know if I yet have the right to say ‘kids these days’ but I really totally agree with you. My children will learn proper values and respect and be nurtured not pushed. It seems for a lot of kids right now it’s all about being better than the next person, having more etc. I hope the pendulum swings too.
Oh, my gosh, Claire, you will be just the most awesome mother one day… and I thin you can say “kids these days”, you’re such an accomplished young woman already. xx
This must have been a tough post to write Barb. Thank you for sharing Rehtaeh’s story and I couldn’t agree more with you.
I’ve been thinking about so much of this for almost months now.. and this even just broke my heart, as I said, I couldn’t not write it down.
Barb, I am really glad you took the time to express so many thoughts that I’ve held myself. When I first heard this story I just couldn’t imagine that what I was hearing was true. Sadly, I could believe the bullying that accompanied rape–somehow blaming the victim. But I couldn’t believe that all her friends deserted her in such a time as she would need them the most. Tragedy compounded!
I spent some time on your links to Rehteah’s memorial page. She was a beautiful young girl and it’s impossible to conceive of how a situation could become so vile that she’d take her own life. Lots to think about here, Barb. oxo
Thanks, Debra, I always love hearing your thoughts on things. This situation is truly heinous, criminal, and breaks my heart. I see my own little girl when she had glasses and that same trusting gaze…
My heart is broken for this girl and her family. What a horrendous tragedy.
My heart breaks for a society that breeds competition vacillating with total escape, that exalts the self and ignores the soul, that doesn’t even see the other. I think about these things a lot as we raise our three daughters. My mom and dad taught much about compassion, and it has helped shape me into who I am, and my husband and I continue teaching these lessons in our home over and over again. And we will not stop. Every day, trying to ask them and ourselves “how did you give love away?” It begins in the heart and extends through the mouth and the hands…I have so many thoughts and feelings about all this, but that’s all for me for now.
Thank you for the honesty of your heart cries here, Smidge.
I love your blog, your thoughts and your poetic writing, Ashley. You’re so right.. how did you give love away says it all. Thanks for stopping by!
Yes yes and yes.
Powerful stuff, really made me think and bought up lots of memories of similar experiences with young people. It also made me think of the nice young people with manners and respect for each and everyone. Clearly their parents taught them that we don’t all have to win all he time, sometimes in life it’s good to come second or even last.
I am so lucky to have met so many mature and lovely young kids.. definitely there’s a lot of them out there too.. thankfully:)
Thank you for taking the time to write this post. I am sure it was not an easy post to write.
You’re welcome, Norma. xx
Your post got to me on the same day that another horrible suicide story hit the news here. A beautiful 17 year old boy who “came out of the closet” but was bullied for that very reason to the extent that only death brought him relief.
I don’t know what to add to your post. Sometimes I don’t believe we are all one single species. Sometimes it feels like it cannot be possible – the level of cruelty and lack of compassion I see in some people is too far away from my own feelings and behavior, as well as everyone I know and call a friend.
It makes me literally sick inside, and I hope parents, school teachers and administrators, as well as politicians start doing what is right.
Ahhhh… that just breaks my heart. I think you’ve really said it, Sally, are we the same species?? Who does that sort of thing and can live with themselves.
Barbara – what an honest and heartfelt post. It saddened me, it angered me because I feel the same way, but it made me feel good that I’m not the only one who feels this way. I’m quickly approaching the big 60 and having been in adult education for 30 years, I’ve seen the kids change. The 18 to 21 year olds that I got as students back in the 70’s are not the ones of today. I wonder what happened. What happen to respect? What happen to empathy? What happen to just caring about someone other than yourself? Granted there are exception, but all you have to do is look at the trash reality shows that people watch and know that kindness and consideration of others is become a thing of the past. Unfortunately that darling young girl is a victim in so many ways and we can only hope that her tragedy wakes some people up to see what is really going on here and that things need to be set right again. I could go on and on, but you’ve done a beautiful job and I know it wore you out to write this post. I thank for it. Lots of hugs!
Well said, MJ, television gives us a pretty good insight to some of the garbage behavior out there.
Barb – I’m so deeply grateful to you for taking the time to give this subject your articulate, thoughtful, compassionate attention! I couldn’t agree with you more. I add my prayers to yours and the chorus of others that one day soon (when enough voices rise up) the tide will shift towards “common goodness.” One cost of this pursuit of so-called “excellence” seems to be the loss of attention and value once given to aspects of human kindness – empathy, compassion, respect, defense of those in need. There has always been bullying and cruelty; always those willing to take advantage and sadly too always rape. It’s not these things that are new…but what seems new and especially troubling (as you point out) is a diminishment of the ability to feel another’s pain. (Even a friend’s!) And yes, that’s a Teaching! A teaching for which there is barely an equal; a teaching that needs to begin with the first words. The only lament that I would add to your own articulate article – “Oh, Adults these days!” (Thank you again so much for this!)
With love, A.