Grace Brennan says it’s time to let go of “high-performance parenting”

A friend who is a primary school teacher called me recently. She didn’t have long to talk because she’d had a ‘busy morning’. She had spent the past three and a half hours discussing sports day with two different sets of parents who were unhappy with the scheduling or the track conditions or was it the hue of the blue ribbons? I can’t be sure. 

Whatever it was, it wasn’t worth her time. Her voice sounded thinner than normal, she was tripping on her phrasing as we spoke. These parents — the squeaky wheels — had succeeded in undermining her. “Gotta go,” she said abruptly. “Got to find the energy to actually teach this arvo.”

I suspect ‘parent management’ sits somewhere high up in teaching textbooks these days.

In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if there are tutorials titled ‘How to make a parent think you are doing what they want while still actually meeting the needs of their children’. It’s likely sandwiched between subjects such as: ‘Digital boundaries: how to avoid being stalked by parents on private messenger’ and the popular ‘Playground parkour: useful tricks for avoiding angry parents at school gates’.

As ‘parent’ transitioned from being a noun to a verb, somewhere along the way we lost our minds. In the pursuit of high-performance parenting, we have stitched ourselves up. We are now watchdogs. Executive assistants. Cheer squads. Litigators.

* Checks ‘Under 11s netball parents group’: Thumbs up. Thumbs up. Thumbs up. We’ll go with the blue stripes.

We have mustered ourselves into a corner. Now we gather data and consult broadly before making simple decisions.

Dozens of WhatsApp focus groups are established to discuss minutiae that we didn’t know we needed to know a minute ago. Saturday sport has morphed into a timetable of everyday commitments that leaves no room for error. Stress-inducing accuracy is required to get through the week and ensure our children are ‘the best version of themselves’ (read: not average). But at what cost?

God forbid a child might be bored. Or not know how to tumble turn. Or be a mediocre saxophonist. Or — dare I say it? — lose.

We track their progress scrupulously. We even physically track them with an app. (Which, frankly, deserves deeper discussion than I have time for.) We hold teachers and volunteers to account in a way that deters the sane. School reports resemble instruction manuals, with language surely designed to confuse and bewilder in the hope of silencing critique.

* Checks ‘Year 6 School Camp Updates’ loop. Update: ‘We have just called in to McDonalds. The children are loving their nuggets. Canberra here we come!’ Responds: ‘Heart emoji. Clapping emoji.’

I once heard the renowned psychotherapist Esther Perel describe the challenges of modern relationships: where once a parish or community may have served to support the needs of an individual, now we expect our partner to meet that spectrum of needs. Our partner must be our best friend, lover, trusted confidante and intellectual partner. It is a vexed position.

I can’t help but think there is something similar happening in modern parenting. The child has become a symbol. They must reflect our entire worth back to us; squash all our insecurities and affirm all our hopes. The worst part? We assume their success hinges on us ‘bus monitors’ paying attention. 

Dear parents, it’s time to hand back the badge. The kids are fine. We’re the ones that need saving.

Grace Brennan founded the Buy From The Bush campaign. She lives near Warren in western NSW with her family. 

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