Some families starting to question "Hyper-Parenting"

PepperFritz

The Cosmic Force
While I'm glad to see that some parents are starting question the healthiness of raising children with over-structured and over-protected lives, it's downright scary to think what kind of long-term effects such a lifestyle has had on the current generation of youngsters. One thing's for certain: They will have been trained to fit right in with the global corporate agenda....


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The Free Range Child
Tralee Pearce, Globe and Mail
May 13, 2008

No flash cards. No swimming lessons at three months. No hand-holding. Just a whole lot of unstructured time. A growing number of parents are espousing a radical philosophy: It's time our children got some life skills by actually living


Cleone Grasham's days of shuttling her three daughters hither and yon to sports, choir and other organized activities are over.

The Toronto mother has scaled it back to one gymnastics class for one of her kids – and that's it.

“It was wearing on everybody,” says Ms. Grasham of her family's once-packed schedule.

“Everything was late and dinner was always rushed, and by the end of the day no one seemed to have done as much as they had wanted to do.”

For one thing, school offerings such as plays and community service projects already keep her kids, 6, 10 and 11, busy.

But with her own fond childhood recollections of simply playing soccer in the park until calls of “Dinner!” summoned her home, Ms. Grasham is actively embracing a gleefully retro rethink of the condition of the modern child.

As so-called hyperparenting continues to dominate modern childrearing with its flash cards, over-programming, hovering and handholding, a number of conscientious objectors are taking a big step back.

They are not slacker parents – they don't celebrate 3 p.m. martinis and serve Happy Meals for dinner.

But they are returning to a parenting style in which kids' time is filled with free play, unsupervised activities and plenty of downtime. Some call it free-range parenting.

In his new book Under Pressure: Rescuing Childhood from the Culture of Hyper-Parenting, Canadian philosopher and writer Carl Honoré wrestles with his own well-intended overparenting and taps into a number of schools and families inspired by the free-range child.

At the same time, New York journalist Lenore Skenazy has found herself at the centre of a grassroots movement sparked by her controversial decision to let her nine-year-old son ride the subway alone.

The blog she created to handle the commotion, Free Range Kids, has attracted more than 100,000 visitors since she started it at the beginning of last month. Many are like-minded parents sharing their own rein-loosening stories.

“It's a conscious desire to not be quite so conscious,” Ms. Skenazy says.

But it's a tough collective habit to break, says Mr. Honoré, whose previous book, In Praise of Slow, was about the Slow Movement.

“Hyperparenting is a kind of bizarre cultural perfect storm,” he says in a phone interview. “All these remarkable and in themselves not evil trends have come together to produce the moment of collective hysteria about children and collective panic that touches everything we do with childhood.”

On the one hand, he says, we're pushing kids to achieve academically and rack up life skills to prepare them for a competitive world. On the

other, we're holding them back by not allowing them freedom – to walk to school, to stay home alone – that previous generations enjoyed. With a growing swell of parenting experts to feed each impulse, parents can easily forget that childrearing is hardwired into them.

Beth Hayhurst, a mother of three in Victoria, can relate to the pull of child enrichment. For her first-born son, now 9, there were “swimming” at three months, art and music lessons, play groups, reading groups, sports. “I cringe,” she says now.

Partly abetted by a recent move from downtown Toronto to a sleepy hamlet outside Victoria, her children now spend most of their free time mucking about outdoors, or building an enormous free-form Lego city indoors. They do take swimming lessons, but otherwise Ms. Hayhurst and her husband follow their children's lead when it comes to organized activities.

“At times, they may ask to do something else, and if they request, we will sign them up,” she says.

The free-range approach isn't limited to playtime. Ms. Grasham has started to allow her eldest daughters to walk to school and back on their own. What would have been a no-brainer a generation ago – “When I was in Grade 2 I was going across the reservoir by myself to school,” Ms. Grasham says – has become a radical act. One parent said to her, “I don't know if I'd have the nerve to do it.”

Ms. Skenazy elicited a more hostile response when she allowed her son to ride the subway alone. She has become convinced that parents' focus on safety is about “living in an urban myth” as crime in many larger North American cities is either on the decline or holding steady. She cites a friend of hers who can barely survive a few minutes apart from her 12-year-old daughter at the mall when they split up to get food.

“She's 12. She's smart. She speaks English. She's not going to say, ‘Oh, you're offering me a free puppy? I guess I'll leave my mother and go with you into your car, strange man.'”

Although delivered with humour, Ms. Skenazy says her now-crusade actually empowers kids and protects them from failing later in life.

“You could be told all day long that you're perfect and great but you think, ‘Yeah, how come I never made myself breakfast? How come I never walked myself to school and how come I never was allowed to stay home alone for an evening? If I'm so smart, how come you're treating me like a two-year-old?'”

That hyperparenting may actually backfire may be the free-range movement's best hope of survival. Mr. Honoré cites studies that suggest that while all of the baby Mozart classes and language classes do appear to give an early leg-up to children at the kindergarten level, all kids even out in elementary school. The flash-card babies, however, are more anxious and less creative.

Elsewhere, Mr. Honoré documents outposts of free-range kids around the world and finds them flourishing. He cites an outdoor nursery called The Secret Garden in Scotland where kids can run free.

“It brings together so many of the anxieties and problems we're talking about and it seems to solve them in one fell swoop.”

But to let kids roam free, parents need to give up a degree of control. “A key part of parenting is uncertainty. I think we need to learn to feel comfortable in that uncertainty,” Mr. Honoré says.

Still, even the staunchest proponents of free-range childrearing can find it a challenge. Ms. Skenazy has only recently considered skateboards safe enough for her sons.

Even Mr. Honoré, who wrote a chapter on raising an “unhurried child” in In Praise of Slow, was not immune to micromanagement. When his son expressed an interest in drawing, he immediately started to “nurture” it, causing his now nine-year old son to comment, “Why do grown-ups have to take over everything?”

At the end of the book, Mr. Honoré tells of his son thinking about joining a drawing club at school. With great effort, Mr. Honoré does not weigh in on the exciting prospect of his son tapping a Tate Gallery-bound talent. His son thanks him for his restraint.

There's an addendum to that story. After the book was complete, Mr. Honoré's son told him he had decided to join the club after all.

“I resisted the urge to punch the air,” he says.

LOOSENING THE REINS

The premise of raising a free-range child is to trust your instincts rather than rely on parenting experts. But here are a few pointers from parents on how to scale back:

Free time: How many nights a week do your kids just play? The lower the figure, the more you might want to consider cutting back on lessons and activities.

Go retro: Think of something you did in childhood that your child doesn't do, Lenore Skenazy suggests. Walking to the corner store or stopping to play at a friend's house sans escort is a good place to start.

Set the rules: Free-range doesn't mean freewheeling. Set a time for your children to be home for dinner after playing in the park.

Spy if you must: Your kid may be trustworthy, but you may be a wreck. Many free-rangers admit to following their newly freed children while “walking the dog” the first few times. And while Ms. Skenazy eschewed a cellphone for her 9-year-old subway-rider son, it may help your peace of mind.

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Yeah, it's natural for parents to bring up their kids to fit into the world as it is right now, but what are the chances the world will be like it is now in ten or twenty years?
 
I found the phrase "free-range child" to be more than a bit disgusting. What the hell, are we supposed to think of kids like chickens on a farm now?

Giving kids plenty of time to just be kids - the way THEY want to play and goof around - is simple common sense (and that doesn't require any bullsh*t buzzwords to label it either). Unfortunately this is lost on too many parents who are themselves damaged by their own upbringing, so they have no idea how to raise a decent undamaged child.

And unfortunately we have alleged writers who regurgitate buzz words mindlessly without even considering the ramifications of possible mental association of those words in people's minds.

Free-range child... gimme a break! How revolting!
 
Wow, Mark, I'm surprised by your response to the term "free range child". But I do understand the disgust.

Considering this site's focus on trying to "see" the matix, the hyperdimensional reality of our reality, I'm kinda thinkin this term fits pretty well. Aren't we all, in a sense, farm animals being fattened for the slaughter? Yes, disgusting.

Maybe this gal's onto something.
 
Kel said:
Considering this site's focus on trying to "see" the matix, the hyperdimensional reality of our reality, I'm kinda thinkin this term fits pretty well. Aren't we all, in a sense, farm animals being fattened for the slaughter?
Maybe, maybe not. It seems like it, but who knows for certain? And if such a concept is true then it might not apply to everyone. Or maybe it does. Again, who knows for certain? Not to cast doubt here - but just to say the concept is unproven. That doesn't lessen the likelihood, but you seem rather certain in your statements...

Furthermore, if the concept WERE in fact a true condition then wouldn't it be an STS perspective to look upon children as 'free-range' ? After all, the phrase is entirely associated with FOOD ! I can imagine hyperdimensional creatures drooling right now. "Mmmmm, free-range kiddies..." GAAA!

I found that use of terminology vulgar, disgusting, demeaning, careless, thoughtless, insensitive, abusive, and manipulative, to cite just a few adjectives. They could have used the word 'freedom' and have been accurate, but no... instead they took a valid issue and trashed it. That's the way I see it anyway.
 
mark said:
Kel said:
Considering this site's focus on trying to "see" the matix, the hyperdimensional reality of our reality, I'm kinda thinkin this term fits pretty well. Aren't we all, in a sense, farm animals being fattened for the slaughter?
Maybe, maybe not. It seems like it, but who knows for certain? And if such a concept is true then it might not apply to everyone. Or maybe it does. Again, who knows for certain? Not to cast doubt here - but just to say the concept is unproven. That doesn't lessen the likelihood, but you seem rather certain in your statements...
For what it's worth, I didn't pick up Kel being 'certain' - so much as simply re-iterating what is discussed on this forum in great detail - that humanity is NOT at the top of the food chain.

Mark said:
Regarding the terminology used in the article, I found it vulgar, disgusting, demeaning, careless, thoughtless, insensitive, abusive, and manipulative, to cite just a few adjectives. They could have used the word 'freedom' and have been accurate, but no... instead they took a valid issue and trashed it. That's the way I see it anyway.
You certainly are reacting rather strongly, there, Mark. Not sure what is behind that, but it does seem to be a bit out of proportion to the situation.

I too found the 'free-range' description to be unfortunate, if not down right sick - but - that is because of how, ultimately, accurate the metaphor is (something Kel was trying to point out) - and something that is probably wholly lost on the author of the article. It does objectify children/humans - as does everything else in this reality and I think Kel was simply pointing out that you are very strongly emotionally reacting to this story, and that we are all 'farmed' - be it for pain or flesh, metaphorically or literally.

For what it's worth, personally, I find the article, in and of itself, to be rather obvious.
 
anart said:
For what it's worth, I didn't pick up Kel being 'certain' - so much as simply re-iterating what is discussed on this forum in great detail - that humanity is NOT at the top of the food chain.
Ok. I apologize Kel if I misundertood your intent.

I'm certainly aware that we are probably not at the top of the food chain. That doesn't justify such trashy writing though. Thus my response to it.

anart said:
You certainly are reacting rather strongly
Ya, I know. I don't regret it either - and that's not any sort of contempt towards you or Kel.

This world IS disgusting, and to see yet another person write about a serious problem in such a careless manner is worth spending some emotional energy on, in my opinion.
 
anart said:
For what it's worth, personally, I find the article, in and of itself, to be rather obvious.
That's what's so disturbing, that such such an obvious common-sense notion (i.e. that children need "freedom" to grow up healthy and well-adjusted) is apparently so alien to prevailing parental practices that it is being labelled "radical" and "controversial".... Sheesh.....
 
Well, here a free range 'whole' human to you...There is also office version.

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Found this little gem which reminds me of my "free range childhood". The term did not offend me at all, being a country boy, as that is more or less how my two brothers and I thought of ourselves.

This little essay below sums up some of that free ranging we experienced and it seems the three of us survived quite well. My "little brother" (little HA!!! he has been bigger than me since he was twelve) will be 51 this July!


-http://www.pianoladynancy.com/how_did_we_survive.htm-

How Did We Survive?


Looking back, it's hard to believe that we've lived this long...

As children we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat.

Our baby cribs were painted with bright colored lead based paint. We often chewed on the crib, ingesting the paint.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes we had no helmets.

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day.

We played dodge ball and sometimes the ball would really hurt!

We played with toy guns, cowboys and Indians,army, cops robbers, and used our fingers to simulate guns when the toy ones or the BB gun was not available.

We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank sugar soda, but we were never overweight; we were always outside playing.

Some students weren't as smart as others or didn't work hard so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. That generation produced some of the greatest risk-takers and problem solvers.

We had the freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.

Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pool, the term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.

We all took gym, not PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors.

I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.

Every year, someone taught the whole school a lesson by running in the halls with leather soles on linoleum tile and hitting the wet spot. How much better off would we be today if we only knew we could have sued the school system.

Speaking of school, we all said prayers and the pledge (amazing we aren't all brain dead from that), and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention for about the next two weeks.

Schools didn't offer 14 year olds an abortion or condoms (we wouldn't have known what either was anyway) but they did give us a couple of baby aspirin and cough syrup if we started getting the sniffles. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything.

I just can't recall how bored we were without Computers, PlayStation, Nintendo, or Cable TV. I must be repressing that memory as I try to rationalize through the denial of the dangers could have befallen us as we trekked off each day about a mile down the road to some guy's vacant 20, built forts out of branches and pieces of plywood, made trails, and fought over who got to be the Lone Ranger. What was that property owner thinking, letting us play on that lot? He should have been locked up for not putting up a fence around the property, complete with a self-closing gate and an infrared intruder alarm.

Oh yeah... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!

We played king of the hill on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites and when we got hurt, mom pulled out the 48 cent bottle of mercurochrome and then we got butt-whooped. Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics and then mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.

We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got butt-whooped there too... and then we got butt-whooped again when we got home.

Mom invited the door to door salesman inside for coffee.

Our music had to be left inside when we went out to play and I am sure that I nearly exhausted my imagination a couple of times when we went on two week vacations. I should probably sue the folks now for the danger they put us in when we all slept in campgrounds in the family tent.

Summers were spent behind the push lawnmower and I didn't even know lawn mowers came with motors until I was 13 and we got one without an automatic blade-stop or an auto-drive.

How sick were my parents? Of course my parents weren't the only psychos. I recall a neighbor coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop just before he fell off. Little did his mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck.

To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that we needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes?

We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How did we ever survive?????
 
As I remember not only were we "Free Range" kids, we also had Responsibilities.

At age 12 I had to get myself up (as both my parents left early for work), make my own breakfast and get myself to school on time. After school I had to come home, do the breakfast dishes and put on supper to cook.

In the summers I had to take care of my 5-year-old brother too - and I didn't get paid for it.

I survived this horrendous ordeal and became a somewhat reliable adult...
 
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