The Raised and the Unraised. Mothers
are presented in popular culture either as sentimentalized, often overprotective
paragons or bitchy busybodies, rarely as the highly talented, results-oriented
specialists they are when they are successful.
Scripted
TV has lately taken to presenting fully grown women posing as “Girls,” the “New
Girl,” and “Two Broke Girls.” It’s no wonder effective mothers, all of whom are
clearly women, are so little noted.
My wife
Maida is a hugely successful mother of four adult children. What she did was
raise them. To understand that, observe the grown-ups around you (including
those fictional TV “girls” for whom motherhood would be an unmitigated disaster).
Many are simply unraised. Not poorly raised or dysfunctionally raised.
Unraised.
First,
they were unnurtured. No one looked out personally for their safety and overall
well-being at each stage of their youthful development. They are now hard,
self-centered, sarcastic, cynical, and ungiving. Kindness is for suckers, and
you better grab all you can while you can. That’s how you turn out when you
think nobody’s got your back.
Second,
they were unvalued. No one told them their talents and personality made them
special, made them full of exciting potential, made them unique contributors to
a lush and wondrous world. They are now clinically depressed,
eating-disordered, phobia-ridden nine-to-fivers whose burning issues involve
the fortunes of DeSean Jackson of the Eagles, Honey Boo Boo on TLC, and their
Facebook Newsfeed.
Finally,
they were unchallenged. No one withheld any material gratification, demanded
any accomplishment, structured any activities likely to showcase their emerging
discipline, teamwork, or critical thought. They are now angry, unfocused
losers, incapable of imagining a life imbued with purpose, and so they never
test their mettle, never chase their dreams, never choose a path on which to
grow.
Maida is
a truly splendid mother. She nurtured, valued, and challenged her four
children. It was enormously time-consuming, energy-draining, largely thankless
work, for our culture doesn’t even know how to recognize the great mothers in
our midst. You know their kids, though. They’re the ones who were raised.
They
graduate high school and move on determinedly to college or other schooling,
fiercely seeking the knowledge and competencies they’ll need to contribute to
the 21st century jobs in the real world. It takes years, and it
takes discipline over those years. There is no substitute for targeted
education, training, and preparation. People without that equipment simply will
not find decent employment.
All our
kids went on to higher education, masters level and above. The same with those
they married. And if one of our children had decided to seek a career in construction,
plumbing, theater, or landscaping, Maida would have steered them to the
essential post secondary education, training, and apprenticeships that would
prepare them to be the best and most employable in those fields. No short cuts;
no easy money.
And they
would have done it, because they were raised! Instilled in them were the
self-confidence, the discipline, the work ethic, the patience, and the
motivation to turn themselves into adults capable of functioning well, earning
well, and, most important, living well in a world that rarely forgives lack of
preparation and drive.
Watching
my children’s Mom guide them, day by day and year by year, toward responsible
and caring adulthood has been an awesome unfolding. If you pointed out to her
everything that I’ve written here, she would stop and think a moment. Then she
would shrug and say, “OK, but I only did what any mother should do.”
She would
be right, too. Every mother should raise her children, as Maida raised hers. Perhaps,
if every mother saw the fruits of all those years of dedicated raising, every
mother eventually would raise their kids.
As a
father, I’ve tried to participate in this astonishing process of raising.
Perhaps I too have met some success in that department. Of course, I have been
privileged to learn from the best.
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