My son is one and a half, well, 20 months if you want to be specific, and today was the first time when his response to me asking him if he wanted a hug was to shake his head yes. For a couple of weeks, he has been shaking his head no to everything, whether he wanted it or not, but today feels particularly special to me because it seems like he has entered a stage of development where he is able to clearly communicate “yes” and “no” based upon his understanding of words. And he does understand words. I asked him if he wanted an apple today, with no visual clues for what that meant, and then when I opened the refrigerator, he pointed immediately to the drawer with apples in it, and that was the food that he wanted to eat (incidentally, he has also been getting very picky again about what foods he wants to eat).
So, if this just a father gloating about the developmental achievements of his son? Of course, but there is another aspect of it that leaves me with a lot to think about and not a lot of positive male examples of in my own past. To many, it might sound like hippy-dippy parenting, but I really do want to believe that, as a parent, teaching my son about consent, respecting the wishes of others with their bodies, and learning how to express his own wishes for his own body in a way that will be respected by others. In all honesty, I probably wouldn’t grade myself higher than a C- on putting this goal into practice, at least thus far in my parenting a toddler experience. It is very difficult not to just physically restrain a child that is trying to climb onto a counter top full of glass dishes, or to just immediately take a way the kitchen knife the boy has gotten out of the dishwasher that he opened by himself. After all, his safety and wellbeing are my primary responsibility 24 hours a day, and exclusively mine for at least 8 hours of most days. Up to the point I start wrapping him in bubble wrap every time I leave the house, I don’t think anyone I know is going to chastise me for prioritizing his safety over allowing him to learn for himself what the consequences are for running with scissors, or trying to drink cleaning products. It is more likely that I will get chastised by people I know for doing stuff like letting him ride in the passenger seat of a golf cart being driven by a 10 year old, or chase chickens around in a coop, in other words, for not taking my obligations for his safety seriously enough. I think probably every parent struggles with this balance.
What makes this a topic worth it to me to write about in this blog is that I don’t think I had very good male role models for this in my developmental years where my sense of self was coming into its own, specifically the kinds who would have been present and involved on a daily basis with shaping my sense of boundaries for myself and for others. I doubt most people do have close memories of this time in their lives, but, knowing the potential male role models I could have had in my life from the ages of 3 to 8, I am actually kind of thankful that it was mostly really amazing women—my mom, my first teachers, my aunts—that were most active in helping me develop these core memories and aspects of myself. I really don’t think a lot of men are very good at understanding or respecting boundaries, their own or others, and I think that was especially true in the early to mid 80s.
This is just my experience, and I do have a lot of male friends who grew up at the same time who did have more active male role models in their lives as they were developing their sense of self, boundaries and consent, that I think have become men who are better at understanding these things than the men I am projecting my distrust on to. I am definitely not trying to speak universally, but there is almost nothing about my early childhood that I feel like I missed out on not having a present father figure or male role model for.* I am actually very thankful that I have never felt like I wanted to grow up to be one of my fathers, nor worried that I was suffering for a lack of their attention.
* I do have other regrets about the kinds of behaviors and attitudes I have learned from men in my life that might partially overlap some of this time, but they are still much more about what these men did when they were being present in my life as opposed to anything I was denied by their absence.
But now I am a father, of a son that is just beginning to take his first steps towards developing his sense of self, boundaries and consent as an individual person, and already I catch myself exerting the kind of inherent authority I have as a parent over my child in ways that are often about my own ideas and needs instead of his. For example, nap times. I don’t really know if his life is inherently better when we stick to a fairly predictable schedule about when to start trying to take a nap in the day, but it certainly plays havoc on mine when I have to block out 4 potential hours of nap time every day when making plans, than when I can pretty reasonably narrow that down to 2 to the occasional 3. This is a very mild example that I think is probably easy to relate to. I could have chosen about 100 different ones, like about whether it is better to struggle through having him learn to walk along relatively busy city streets, even as he hates ever having to stop for lights or turn in different directions, or to just keep him in a stroller until we can get to parks or car-free pedestrian areas, or about food, or about interacting with our dog, etc. But it is hard to talk about everything all at once so let’s stick to nap time.
It takes a lot of class privilege to even exist in space where my nuclear family can be hundreds of miles away from any kind of extended family support with childcare, and that I can be a stay-at-home parent without having to work a job or two that could go past paying the costs of childcare. It is really a rather decadent luxury that I can even be considering whether it is best to let my child just kind of play themselves out in the morning, how ever long that might take, and then nap when he is tired, rather than just being able to provide him with a brief window in which he can take a nap, and then having to keep him on the go the rest of the day whether he needs more sleep or not. This is true of almost all of the aspects of his life that are about giving him the freedom to make choices for himself and start to develop an identity around respecting the things he wants: food, clothes, play times, getting to go outside during the day and not just spending all of his time in one very small little world that is most convenient for me. Like of course kids develop their own sense of selves in all kinds of economic and socially restrictive situation and there is really only so much influence or power parents are ever capable of having on being the ones that create space for their children to develop their ideas about who they are, what their boundaries are and how to respect the boundaries of others, so I don’t want to over blow or under estimate any of class, race, gender, ability or parental preference on these processes, but it is important for me to recognize how all of them affect what behaviors and ideas I think are beneficial to help him develop and which ones will ultimately be harmful to him at some point in his life. Which kind of all swirls confusion around the initial question?
Am I teaching him authoritarian compilation when I establish a rigid “let’s start taking a nap now” time? Or if I never let him experience the frustrations of being held to artificial boundaries established by others am I essentially just creating an entitled monster that will go around thinking that the whole world revolves around his whims? Am I just creating a justification for myself and my own desires to not have all of my time consumed by the needs of my child? Or is an interplay of my needs and his needs an essential development step in recognizing that survival and life are collective endeavors that require learning how to listen for and understand the needs of others? And does any of these theoretical ideas matter when it is approaching noon, and I am exhausted, and he is refusing to lay down by standing against the wall and slamming his head into the wall?
In many ways, parenting within a capitalist society (where individual economic needs and expectations have vastly exceeded the capacity of culture or tradition to provide non-economic enrichment) embodies and exemplifies “crisis culture.” Where earning more money is the only way people can imagine getting through the everyday calamities caused by having to shoulder responsibilities that humans never evolved to handle alone. We do what we have to to get through each day, realizing that “more money” would almost always make these processes feel easier, without having realistic means of making “more money” without making even more massive sacrifices of our time and our connections to each other than we ever tend to recognize or acknowledge. Pair all of these capitalist dilemmas with racialized and gendered expectations for what is supposed to be a fulfilling use of our time and the most effective way we can contribute to our own success and the success of our families, and you have a pretty nasty recipe for getting people to concede their time and power over to any institution that offers easy solutions to these problems, even if those solutions usually just involve becoming more dependent on those institutions.
This is a blog post really going all over the place based upon ideas I have about being a parent that I rarely get to think out loud about or share with anyone other than my often exhausted and overworked partner. I am not the first person to think about these things, but it really is amazing how little having read and thought about these conditions before becoming a parent has prepared me for what it is like to live through the experience and have to make choices from a position of being my most exhausted and beaten down self imaginable. Like, yeah, someone providing my family a pizza and a stimulating hour of child engagement that doesn’t have to involve me investing twice as much energy into organizing as my child gets out of the experience is the kind of luxury I very well might sell a week, a month, maybe even a year of my life for, depending upon my desperation in the moment. So who really wants to question whether giving my child twice as much time as might be necessary to develop processes of living for themselves is as feasible as just relying on authoritarian structures that have the time and can make me a much less irritable figure? Especially when some of those structures are things like plopping the kid down in front of the TV or eating junk food, things that kids will choose to do on their own in a heart beat over other options that might require them to participate in the labor of living, or take away time we can otherwise spend together doing the activities that they want to do together…and then new routines and habits develop around those institutions/structures/short cuts that become even harder to question or break, even when we have the time and energy to question them.
I am left with far more questions than answers when I think about all of this, except for the one unquestionable truth that my mother was a super hero for having the strength to chose to navigate all of this alone because it was what was best for the both of us together and not because it would be easier or more convenient.