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​The topic of parenting may be an unusual topic for a seventeen-year-old rising high school senior male; however, recently, this has been a common topic in my household. I hear my parents, specifically my mother, ask her friends and family members whether she has “done a good job.” It appears that there is some self-doubt that comes with this job of parenting. Now that I am about to go off to college the question of whether and how my parents raised me comes up often.  Coupled with this, there has been a preponderance of inquiry about what I am going to do in the future.  The topic of college and what I will be doing with the rest of my life has been everywhere. From my parents to relatives, near and far, and even the local dry cleaner, the questions of my plans and who I will become never-ending.  Many ask the question of “Where did the time go?” and the reverie “I remember when you were just a baby” is front and center.  In some ways, the message is clear that my parents have done their job and now it is time for me to move on.

In thinking of this project, I started brainstorming about these melancholy, bittersweet days ahead, and I reflected on my own parenting as well as that of friends and classmates. Oddly, my thoughts reflected back to one of my mother’s book club events. The best part of these gatherings for my father and I were the scented cupcakes and cinnamon rolls.  Most of these book club gatherings came and went; however, the one that stuck out was this book about a “tiger mom.” I remembered many days of discussion regarding this controversial book and the many varied opinions. This club meeting started out normal, but ended with a bang. My mother said everyone had an opinion on parenting and even some of the ladies left our home upset with others. I thought about this book most recently and I decided to pick it up for a quick read.  
 

​How did my parents do it?  What is parenting?  Can anyone do it?
 

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