I love slow living. It's peaceful, meaningful and downright radical in a go-go world. According to a recent article in (appropriately enough)Time magazine, groups of harried parents across
USA are joining a wave of slow living advocates by doing something really revolutionary--having one sit-down dinner at home with their kids each week.
I don't know whether to applaud or cry. The idea that parents are willing to undertake Herculean task of rearranging their schedules to fit in a single dinner at home is laudable. The fact that it requires superhuman effort is terribly sad.
How did we get here? The article states that back in 1980s, sociologists decided that providing structured activities for kids would prevent juvenile delinquency. In addition, education experts suggested that American children needed to study harder to compete academically in global market.
At same time, American business leaders looked around and discovered they were losing their edge. They bumped up hours and production rates in an effort to keep ahead of burgeoning Asian countries. This new competitiveness spilled over into home, where mothers fresh from work force took corporate ideal of high productivity to playgrounds.
Yikes.
I spent most of eighties living and working in Asia. I taught English in Japan for five years, so I'm all too familiar with "education mama" syndrome. What's interesting is that American mamas have taken that same emphasis on competition and achievement and focused on sports or other activities. Although we don't have to suffer unfortunate consequences of despondent students going through examination hell of Japanese system, we have burned out 15-year-olds having knee surgery for ten years' worth of soccer injuries, and families who can't remember their last no-TV, no-phone, real food meal at home.
I think that somewhere between a manic preoccupation with education and a rabid adherence to frenzied activity schedules is a happy medium.
It's called dinner.
People in Europe or Latin America are horrified to hear of families in U.S. gulping dinner in their cars on a daily basis. It's appalling that there are actually campaigns to re-introduce concept of sitting down to eat. In cultures where families gather for meals every afternoon and again late in evening, they view this obsession with achievement as baffling, alarming and pitiful.
And they're right.
The truth is that it's pretty hard to lose control of your family's activities if you make dinner a priority most nights. It's simply not possible to attend multiple practices each night if you're expected at dinner table from 6:30-7:30.
When I tell people that I have four teenage daughters (ages 13, 14, 16 and 17), they look at me with a mixture of horror and pity. Life must be tough at your house, they say. You must live in your car, they tell me.
