My grandmother was the happiest when her grandchildren were crowded around her fighting over a remote control. As soon as a channel was agreed upon and the children’s chatter ended, she would issue various orders that would stir the children back in action. I don’t think she did this out of malice, but because she enjoyed seeing us in action. There was a twinkle in her eyes and an almost imperceptible grin when in the presence of boisterous children. This paints a wonderful, stereotypical picture that most adults use to convince women to bear children. It’s superficial reason that only serves to depict children as benign, decorative objects to be paraded around or stirred in action. However, there are far more degrading conditions that children are subjected to. Children are especially targeted and victimized with indoctrination, unrealized dreams and hopes of the very adults who are supposed to help them. Children are autonomous, living, breathing, miniature, human beings.
One of the last Filipino movies I saw was about a woman who married several husbands each of whom died after fathering one child each. She eventually ended up with five children, each having a different father. The eldest child was going to college and was trying to win the heart of a nice girl. Long story short, the happy ending involved the eldest child quitting college to pursue work and breaking up with the girl he eventually won over to help support the family despite the mother finding another husband to marry. The eldest boy’s “sacrifice” subplot was combined with the search for a lost deaf sibling because money was needed. It’s even more disappointing when they found that the lost sibling didn’t even get that far and was found hiding behind a box near their home.
There is a stereotype in media that unless your family supports you with your ambitions, you’re just being “selfish.” Well, isn’t that just an oxymoron? Ambition only works if the person involved really believes in it. The eldest child from the movie had a lot of potential but was throttled before he could even take flight. What kind of a message were they even trying to achieve after building up a subplot of how the eldest child was going to college to pursue his dreams that was actually going to help save his family from poverty? Pursue your dreams but family will always come first no matter what? The boy should have continued his college education which would have only lasted a few more years and gained him more money to comfortably support his family and fulfill his dream. The eldest child damned himself into a mediocre existence that neither helps himself or his family. He was preparing ahead, working on a plan that would take some time to benefit from but had to abandon it for a temporary fix just to be with his family for what turned out to be a modest crisis. I wanted to burn the VHS after the corny ending which hinted that the new step dad was going to get into an accident like all the others and how the family got to stay together in the old dilapidated house achieving nothing at all.
The type of experience the eldest child went through is common and experienced by many. From childhood, we are encouraged to do our best, be successful and be open to every opportunity. This unrelenting pressure to be the best is inflicted especially for those who can afford an education. It’s common to hear someone losing sleep from studying for an exam or being punished for coming home with a dissatisfactory grade. Despite the strong support for education and the recognition that it would lead to a better life, they will eventually be told to settle for the “practical” choice, the “modest” choice, the choice that will ensure familial stability. The youth is told to abandon their ambitions; which contradicts what they were told when they were young. This has left many of us with the impression that the life of an adult is dull, unrewarding and apathetic.
If genius can be nurtured, why not have another child? Why not have more? A large brood is very popular especially in the provinces where children are used as free farm hands that also double as a lottery ticket to a genius who will rescue the family from poverty. Everyone should be familiar with this popular anti-abortion story:
How would you advise a mother who is pregnant with her fifth child based on the following facts: Her husband has syphilis. She has tuberculosis. Their first child was born blind. Their second child died. Their third child was born deaf. Their fourth child had tuberculosis. Would you advise the mother for an abortion? Oops! If you said yes, you would have just killed the great composer Ludwig van Beethoven! We cannot know what God has in mind for every individual…”
This story is factually untrue. It’s more like an urban legend, with the details changing from person to person. Nonetheless, most Filipino couples embrace this tale. It gives them another reason to have children.
Although both my parents came from large families, they didn’t entertain having more than three children despite regular nagging from us. My brother wanted another younger sibling since he had tired of us. I wanted a little sister. My younger brother disliked being the youngest because he was at the bottom of the pecking order. Despite setting up mock romantic dinners, hustling our parents to go on a date or another honeymoon, they ignored our requests, or discouraged us by giving us impossible tasks or sending us out on errands. There goes the unborn sibling who could have been a genius, an inventor, a talented actor or just the revolutionary the country had been waiting for since the Spanish era ended.
A close friend in high school came from a poor family of five girls, all of whom lived in a one-room Nipa hut she told me about, but never wanted me to see. She graduated as valedictorian from elementary school, and all her sisters were decked in school medals till they graduated from high school. The conditions of her lifestyle satisfied the Beethoven analogy but still made it difficult to raise their status from poverty.
I can’t imagine living in a one-room home with five other people. I grew up in a modestly-sized home where I had my own room, even if it doubled as storage. We also had some kind of a yard where we could actually run around and play, but also have the misfortune of being ordered to trim the grass with a giant pair of scissors on our haunches.
The Beethoven analogy doesn’t bother to satisfy if a couple is able to provide adequate shelter, food, attention or guidance for all the potential children involved to nurture genius. It relies on a gamble that you have as many chances of being saved from poverty from the number of children produced. Even if none of the children end up being a genius after all, they are treated as indentured servants who are forever in debt for the gift of life. We are talking about children, not livestock, investment or an inanimate object. Doesn’t this seem inhuman and disingenuous? Dreams coming true, good fortune, success. These are merely by-products of reaching a goal. If children are to be encouraged to do their best from the beginning, it should be encouraged further when they reach adulthood. Elders supporting youth to aim for the superficial results of success alone is tragic and cruel.
There may never be a perfect parenting method and no one can predict what kinds of moments and memories will be important to a growing and developing child. What does matter is to keep in mind that a child will eventually become an adult. What kind of legacy are our elders really looking for? A brighter future? More money? Success? Aren’t those all just generic platitudes designed to placate youth to keep up appearances of a supporting parent? Even if the disingenuous support produces results, the individual finds himself tied down to be just good enough for familial stability. The cycle continues and the desire for further progress hindered. The result of this upbringing in the larger scale of society results in an individual’s loss of initiative and inevitable stagnation.
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