Last weekend I was on a soft foam playground with my little girl, and I
reflected on how different things were when I was a kid, shortly after
dinosaurs roamed the earth. Playgrounds then were asphalt-covered, jagged-edged
death traps for kids, but we didn’t know any differently and our parents
weren’t freaked out about it. I vividly remember once hanging upside down from
monkey bars and dropping onto concrete directly on my head (now that I think
about it, that hit probably explains quite a bit about me). It’s a wonder that my
generation survived childhood. What concerns me today is that my daughter’s
generation will grow up so coddled that it won’t survive adulthood.
One New Hampshire elementary
school has banned
the game of tag during recess, because the contact is potentially harmful. “We want them running, we want them jumping and releasing
the energy, but just in a safe way,” said principal Patricia Beaulieu. “They’re
allowed to play soccer... basketball, there’s jump ropes, there’s different
balls they can play with, different foursquare games out there.”
A middle school in Port
Washington, New York recently banned
footballs, soccer balls, baseballs and lacrosse balls on its playgrounds,
because those “hard” balls are potentially injurious. Seriously? Theoretically,
anything – or nothing – can be potentially injurious. A kid could break a wrist
just by falling awkwardly. I support the idea of switching out dangerous playground
asphalt for a bouncy, foamy substitute; but are we really helping our children
by restricting their sporting activity to the bland safety of pitching Nerf
balls underhanded?
In that same paranoid vein, the Postal Service announced it was
scrapping a line of stamps depicting children in various forms of play such as
skipping rope, walking and jogging, dribbling a basketball, etc. The reason? It
received “concerns” from the President’s Council on Fitness, Sports
& Nutrition over apparently “unsafe” acts shown on three of the stamps: a cannonball
dive into a pool, skateboarding without kneepads, and a headstand without a
helmet (somehow they overlooked the horrifying images of a batter without a
helmet, a girl teetering one-legged on a slippery rock, and a soccer player
without kneepads). Apparently the Council feared the stamps would inspire kids
to perform potentially dangerous acts – as if youngsters these days even know
what a stamp is.
We now aggressively confront bullying,
which is a positive thing – except that children who physically defend
themselves from bullies are being punished as well, as if self-defense is
equally reprehensible. Sometimes in the real world, the only thing bullies
understand is a dose of their own medicine, and our children need to be ready
for this reality and to grasp the moral distinction.
“It's
really about [children] being healthy and their well-being,” said the New
Hampshire elementary school principal Beaulieu. I think not. I believe that all this is about lawsuit
avoidance and an intentional effort to mold American children into risk-averse,
compliant, helpless pacifists that can be easily controlled by the state. Whatever
the reason, we are creating a generation of wimps.
By contrast, let’s examine childrearing in history’s most aggressive
warrior culture, ancient Sparta. If a Spartan baby didn’t start out life
fit enough, it was abandoned to die. Soldiers took boys from their mothers at
age 7 and housed them in a dormitory to begin their training as a ruthless
killing force. They endured harsh physical discipline, and learned to endure
pain and survive deprivation. Sparta needed strong mothers to produce strong
warriors, so girls too were removed from the home at 7 and trained in
wrestling, gymnastics, fighting, and endurance.
Not a parenting strategy I recommend. But in our overprotective zeal to
create ultra-safe environments and to brainwash the bold, competitive,
independent American spirit out of impressionable young generations, we
are creating citizens who will be unable to handle adversity or defend
themselves on a personal or national level. Sure, there is some relief in knowing that my children
will grow up on playgrounds that aren’t simply concussions waiting to happen;
but I want them mentally and physically prepared for life’s inevitable scrapes
and bruises, and fearless enough to take down bullies without Daddy’s help.
(This article originally appeared here on Acculturated, 10/24/13)