Sunday, February 20, 2011

Tiger Mother > Helicopter Mom

Amy Chua has gotten a lot of press, negative and otherwise, about her book “Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother.” I stand firmly in the ‘support’ camp.

See the NYT review here .

If I had to choose between being a ‘Tiger Mother’ or a ‘Helicopter Mom’, I’d choose the Tiger every time. Why? A Tiger Mother is trying to nudge her child, albeit a bit aggressively, to excellence through the child’s own doings. Practice longer! Work harder! Expect more of yourself! All signs of good parenting. Conversely, a Helicopter Mom is hovering on the fringe, questioning the child’s teachers, coaches and friends. Why so much homework? Why is the teacher so critical? Why did your coach do that? We’ve all heard that in Chinese culture teachers are revered and respected. Not true here in the U.S. I am teaching Isabelle that her teachers are there to help her, to lead her down the path of enlightenment. And I want her to know that she has the power and the knowledge to make her life better through perseverance and hard work. But am I a total Tiger Mother? Not so much. I wouldn't forbid being a part of the school play or musical and if Isabelle plays any musical instrument with aptitude, well I'll be proud. I am probably more of a 'Tigger Mother', because sometimes, ya just gotta bounce. On the bed. ;)

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Cancer ‘touches’ so many lives/Frosting for the Cause

I love to read. I devour reading material: novels, stories, newspapers, magazines, blogs you name it, I read it with relish. Especially blogs, je t’adore. I have found a new one called Frosting for the Cause.

It is a blog which raises money for cancer quite creatively, wherein each post is sent in with a recipe and a story of a person touched by cancer. Well, I love this blog. I have recently learned that I actually have patience to bake; I don't do it well -yet- but I'm getting there and this blog has some amazing recipes and stories and has motivated me to try some new things. Truth be told, the stories also usually make me cry, but I continue to read it nonetheless. However, I detest the notion that cancer ‘touches’ people. Je d├ęteste. Cancer doesn’t touch you, it punches you in the face, spits in your eye and kicks you in the groin. Can’t we please come up with a new phrase? Cancer affecting lives isn’t strong enough and I’m sure people wouldn’t tolerate that cancer kicks the asses of so many. Any thoughts? Snarky or otherwise?