Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior
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A lot of people wonder how Chinese parents raise such stereotypically successful kids [i believe everyone got their own definition of success. at least to me, being able to play piano well doesn't prove that you are a successful person..]. They wonder what these parents do to produce so many math whizzes and music prodigies, what it's like inside the family, and whether they could do it too. Well, I can tell them, because I've done it. Here are some things my daughters, Sophia and Louisa, were never allowed to do:
—Amy Chua is a professor at Yale Law School and author of "Day of Empire" and "World on Fire: How Exporting Free Market Democracy Breeds Ethnic Hatred and Global Instability." This essay is excerpted from "Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother" by Amy Chua, to be published Tuesday by the Penguin Press, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc. Copyright © 2011 by Amy Chua.
A lot of people wonder how Chinese parents raise such stereotypically successful kids [i believe everyone got their own definition of success. at least to me, being able to play piano well doesn't prove that you are a successful person..]. They wonder what these parents do to produce so many math whizzes and music prodigies, what it's like inside the family, and whether they could do it too. Well, I can tell them, because I've done it. Here are some things my daughters, Sophia and Louisa, were never allowed to do:
•
attend a sleepover
•
have a playdate
•
be in a school play [this is
unbelievable..not allowing your kid attending a school play?!!]
•
complain about not being in a school play
•
watch TV or play computer games
•
choose their own extracurricular activities [a kid is never allow to choose their own extracurricular activities?!
what i believe is that you can never focus someone to do anything unless he/she
is willing to]
•
get any grade less than an A
•
not be the No. 1 student in every subject except gym and drama [poor kid! so much pressure]
•
play any instrument other than the piano or violin [what make piano or violin that
superior???]
•
not play the piano or violin.
[let me summarize the 10 points here...kids are
never allow to not listening to what mom says... -_-""]
I'm
using the term "Chinese mother" loosely. I know some Korean, Indian,
Jamaican, Irish and Ghanaian parents who qualify too. Conversely, I know some
mothers of Chinese heritage, almost always born in the West, who are not
Chinese mothers, by choice or otherwise. I'm also using the term "Western
parents" loosely. Western parents come in all varieties.
All
the same, even when Western parents think they're being strict, they usually
don't come close to being Chinese mothers. For example, my Western friends who
consider themselves strict make their children practice their instruments 30
minutes every day. An hour at most. For a Chinese mother, the first hour is the
easy part. It's hours two and three that get tough.
Despite
our squeamishness about cultural stereotypes, there are tons of studies out
there showing marked and quantifiable differences between Chinese and
Westerners when it comes to parenting. In one study of 50 Western American
mothers and 48 Chinese immigrant mothers, almost 70% of the Western mothers
said either that "stressing academic success is not good for children"
or that "parents need to foster the idea that learning is fun." By
contrast, roughly 0% of the Chinese mothers felt the same way.
Instead, the
vast majority of the Chinese mothers said that they believe their children can
be "the best" students, that "academic achievement reflects
successful parenting," and that if children did not excel at school then
there was "a problem" and parents "were not doing their
job." Other studies indicate that compared to Western parents, Chinese
parents spend approximately 10 times as long every day drilling academic
activities with their children. By contrast, Western kids are more likely to
participate in sports teams.
What Chinese parents understand is that nothing is fun until
you're good at it.
[okay.. i guess..at least.. i agree
with the point here. i do believe this is what a chinese mom thinks.."interest
will be developed through hardship"..] To get good at anything you
have to work, and children on their own never want to work, which is why it is
crucial to override their preferences. This often requires fortitude on the
part of the parents because the child will resist; things are always hardest at
the beginning, which is where Western parents tend to give up. But if done
properly, the Chinese strategy produces a virtuous circle. Tenacious practice,
practice, practice is crucial for excellence; rote repetition is underrated in
America. Once a child starts to excel at something—whether it's math, piano,
pitching or ballet—he or she gets praise, admiration and satisfaction. This
builds confidence and makes the once not-fun activity fun. This in turn makes
it easier for the parent to get the child to work even more.
Chinese
parents can get away with things that Western parents can't. Once when I was
young—maybe more than once—when I was extremely disrespectful to my mother, my
father angrily called me "garbage" in our native Hokkien dialect. It
worked really well. I felt terrible and deeply ashamed of what I had done. But
it didn't damage my self-esteem [of
coz it will!! this is insane?!!! if my mom calls me stupid, i will definitely feel
upset and even question myself! i assume this is a normal feeling....no??!!] or
anything like that. I knew exactly how highly he thought of me. I didn't
actually think I was worthless or feel like a piece of garbage.
As
an adult, I once did the same thing to Sophia, calling her garbage in English
when she acted extremely disrespectfully toward me. When I mentioned that I had
done this at a dinner party, I was immediately ostracized. One guest named
Marcy got so upset she broke down in tears and had to leave early. My friend
Susan, the host, tried to rehabilitate me with the remaining guests.
The fact is that Chinese parents can do
things that would seem unimaginable—even legally actionable—to Westerners.
Chinese mothers can say to their daughters, "Hey fatty—lose some
weight." By contrast, Western parents have to tiptoe around the issue,
talking in terms of "health" and never ever mentioning the f-word,
and their kids still end up in therapy for eating disorders and negative
self-image. (I also once heard a Western father toast his adult daughter by
calling her "beautiful and incredibly competent." She later told me
that made her feel like garbage.)
Chinese
parents can order their kids to get straight As. Western parents can only ask
their kids to try their best. Chinese parents can say, "You're lazy. All
your classmates are getting ahead of you." By contrast, Western parents
have to struggle with their own conflicted feelings about achievement, and try
to persuade themselves that they're not disappointed about how their kids
turned out.
I've
thought long and hard about how Chinese parents can get away with what they do.
I think there are three big differences between the Chinese and Western
parental mind-sets.
First,
I've noticed that Western parents are extremely anxious about their children's
self-esteem. They worry about how their children will feel if they fail at
something, and they constantly try to reassure their children about how good
they are notwithstanding a mediocre performance on a test or at a recital. In
other words, Western parents are concerned about their children's psyches.
Chinese parents aren't. They assume strength, not fragility, and as a result
they behave very differently.
For example, if a child comes home with
an A-minus on a test, a Western parent will most likely praise the child. The
Chinese mother will gasp in horror and ask what went wrong. If the child comes
home with a B on the test, some Western parents will still praise the child.
Other Western parents will sit their child down and express disapproval, but
they will be careful not to make their child feel inadequate or insecure, and
they will not call their child "stupid," "worthless" or
"a disgrace." Privately, the Western parents may worry that their
child does not test well or have aptitude in the subject or that there is
something wrong with the curriculum and possibly the whole school. If the child's
grades do not improve, they may eventually schedule a meeting with the school
principal to challenge the way the subject is being taught or to call into
question the teacher's credentials.
If a Chinese child gets a B—which would
never happen—there would first be a screaming, hair-tearing explosion. The
devastated Chinese mother would then get dozens, maybe hundreds of practice
tests and work through them with her child for as long as it takes to get the
grade up to an A.
Chinese parents demand perfect grades
because they believe that their child can get them. If their child doesn't get
them, the Chinese parent assumes it's because the child didn't work hard enough [honestly, sometimes it's
reli because your kid is not smart enough to handle the school works...] That's
why the solution to substandard performance is always to excoriate, punish and
shame the child. The Chinese parent believes that their child will be strong
enough to take the shaming and to improve from it. (And when Chinese kids do
excel, there is plenty of ego-inflating parental praise lavished in the privacy
of the home.)
Second,
Chinese parents believe that their kids owe them everything. The reason for
this is a little unclear, but it's probably a combination of Confucian filial
piety and the fact that the parents have sacrificed and done so much for their
children. (And it's true that Chinese mothers get in the trenches, putting in
long grueling hours personally tutoring, training, interrogating and spying on
their kids.) Anyway, the understanding is that Chinese children must spend
their lives repaying their parents by obeying them and making them proud.
By
contrast, I don't think most Westerners have the same view of children being
permanently indebted to their parents. My husband, Jed, actually has the
opposite view. "Children don't choose their parents," he once said to
me. "They don't even choose to be born. It's parents who foist life on
their kids, so it's the parents' responsibility to provide for them. Kids don't
owe their parents anything. Their duty will be to their own kids." This
strikes me as a terrible deal for the Western parent.
Third, Chinese parents believe that
they know what is best for their children and therefore override all of their
children's own desires and preferences [this is what i hate: 子非魚,安知魚之樂?]. That's why Chinese
daughters can't have boyfriends in high school and why Chinese kids can't go to
sleepaway camp. It's also why no Chinese kid would ever dare say to their
mother, "I got a part in the school play! I'm Villager Number Six. I'll
have to stay after school for rehearsal every day from 3:00 to 7:00, and I'll
also need a ride on weekends." God help any Chinese kid who tried that
one.
Don't get me wrong: It's not that Chinese
parents don't care about their children. Just the opposite. They would give up
anything for their children. It's just an entirely different parenting model.
Here's a story in favor of coercion,
Chinese-style. Lulu was about 7, still playing two instruments, and working on
a piano piece called "The Little White Donkey" by the French composer
Jacques Ibert. The piece is really cute—you can just imagine a little donkey
ambling along a country road with its master—but it's also incredibly difficult
for young players because the two hands have to keep schizophrenically
different rhythms.
Lulu couldn't do it. We worked on it
nonstop for a week, drilling each of her hands separately, over and over. But
whenever we tried putting the hands together, one always morphed into the
other, and everything fell apart. Finally, the day before her lesson, Lulu
announced in exasperation that she was giving up and stomped off.
"Get back to the piano now,"
I ordered.
"You can't make me."
"Oh yes, I can."
Back at the piano, Lulu made me pay.
She punched, thrashed and kicked. She grabbed the music score and tore it to
shreds. I taped the score back together and encased it in a plastic shield so
that it could never be destroyed again. Then I hauled Lulu's dollhouse to the
car and told her I'd donate it to the Salvation Army piece by piece if she
didn't have "The Little White Donkey" perfect by the next day. When
Lulu said, "I thought you were going to the Salvation Army, why are you
still here?" I threatened her with no lunch, no dinner, no Christmas or
Hanukkah presents, no birthday parties for two, three, four years. When she
still kept playing it wrong, I told her she was purposely working herself into
a frenzy because she was secretly afraid she couldn't do it. I told her to stop
being lazy, cowardly, self-indulgent and pathetic.
Jed took me aside. He told me to stop
insulting Lulu—which I wasn't even doing, I was just motivating her—and that he
didn't think threatening Lulu was helpful. Also, he said, maybe Lulu really
just couldn't do the technique—perhaps she didn't have the coordination yet—had
I considered that possibility?
"You just don't believe in
her," I accused.
"That's ridiculous," Jed said
scornfully. "Of course I do."
"Sophia could play the piece when
she was this age."
"But Lulu and Sophia are different
people," Jed pointed out.
"Oh no, not this," I said,
rolling my eyes. "Everyone is special in their special own way," I
mimicked sarcastically. "Even losers are special in their own special way.
Well don't worry, you don't have to lift a finger. I'm willing to put in as
long as it takes, and I'm happy to be the one hated. And you can be the one
they adore because you make them pancakes and take them to Yankees games."
I rolled up my sleeves and went back to
Lulu. I used every weapon and tactic I could think of. We worked right through
dinner into the night, and I wouldn't let Lulu get up, not for water, not even
to go to the bathroom. The house became a war zone, and I lost my voice
yelling, but still there seemed to be only negative progress, and even I began
to have doubts.
Then, out of the blue, Lulu did it. Her
hands suddenly came together—her right and left hands each doing their own
imperturbable thing—just like that.
Lulu realized it the same time I did. I
held my breath. She tried it tentatively again. Then she played it more
confidently and faster, and still the rhythm held. A moment later, she was
beaming.
"Mommy, look—it's easy!"
After that, she wanted to play the piece over and over and wouldn't leave the
piano. That night, she came to sleep in my bed, and we snuggled and hugged,
cracking each other up. When she performed "The Little White Donkey"
at a recital a few weeks later, parents came up to me and said, "What a
perfect piece for Lulu—it's so spunky and so her."
Even Jed gave me credit for that one.
Western parents worry a lot about their children's self-esteem. But as a
parent, one of the worst things you can do for your child's self-esteem is to
let them give up. On the flip side, there's nothing better for building
confidence than learning you can do something you thought you couldn't.
There are all these new books out there
portraying Asian mothers as scheming, callous, overdriven people indifferent to
their kids' true interests. For their part, many Chinese secretly believe that
they care more about their children and are willing to sacrifice much more for
them than Westerners, who seem perfectly content to let their children turn out
badly. I think it's a misunderstanding on both sides. All decent parents want
to do what's best for their children. The Chinese just have a totally different
idea of how to do that.
Western parents try to respect their
children's individuality, encouraging them to pursue their true passions,
supporting their choices, and providing positive reinforcement and a nurturing
environment. By contrast, the Chinese believe that the best way to protect
their children is by preparing them for the future, letting them see what
they're capable of, and arming them with skills, work habits and inner
confidence that no one can ever take away. [to me, there is no secret formula for
parenting.. i believe both western and chinese styles should work...i reli dun
see your point for the whole article...honestly... u are more like showing off
your so call "achievement" than sharing your experience to others]
—Amy Chua is a professor at Yale Law School and author of "Day of Empire" and "World on Fire: How Exporting Free Market Democracy Breeds Ethnic Hatred and Global Instability." This essay is excerpted from "Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother" by Amy Chua, to be published Tuesday by the Penguin Press, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc. Copyright © 2011 by Amy Chua.
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