Next week, many of our children enter new scenarios in their school life. For some, it is a new academic year in the same school while others are entering entirely new phases in different schools at higher levels as they continue their academic journey.
Scanning Facebook last week, I noticed the continued trend of congratulating those who completed the CAPE with high success. There were feature stories, honour boards, students who got individual commendations by their schools, parents who cheered their children, and many other expressions, all heartwarming.
I am for celebrating success but something within is always considering how we treat with those who do not enjoy the defined high or highest levels of success. My thoughts were also on how we prepare our children for each phase of their education.
Having struggled to complete my secondary school education with the anticipated success and honours of my time, and knowing the emotions that must be navigated, mostly without a guiding voice to the inner turmoil that comes with personal disappointment, is what always leads me back to this space.
The children who speak of their successes speak of their application to their studies and mostly share the enduring commitment of their parents among the community that upheld them. One story this year that was heartening was about the divorced parents, who, despite living great distances from each other, coparented with sufficient love and civility to see their child to her success. That story may be an exception.
Amidst the remarkable, published success stories which highlight the best of the crop, something in me trembles with discomfort for how we celebrate and what messages we send to young people who completed these exams with results commensurate with their ability, capability and capacity.
I also do not recall having any of the narratives many students share about parents giving life lessons for their journey. My mother expected me to do well. I was sent to school in the 1970s with a “you-know-what-to-do” and a “you-better-do-it-well” blessing.
For my secondary school exams, I struggled to achieve success. My CXC subjects are on two certificates in different years. The “full certificate” of five subjects of my time came with a third set of passes from an external (London) examination done privately at my parents’ expense. And, for even more context, I wrote some of these exams under psychiatric care.
Maybe the latter, a culmination of adversities (I grew up in rural and abject poverty) and childhood trauma, influenced my thinking, because I never felt less successful than those who sat the exams and got eight subjects in one sitting. I did feel deep envy and jealousy, though, when the school highlighted the “achievers.”
Much later, I would graduate with merit in one master’s degree and distinction in another that was in the field of medicine, a later-life switch to public health from the previous media and communications trajectory on which I spent most of my early working life. This blossoming came very, very late, as it does with many people.
My earlier school life was in times that were simpler, when influences were less intrusive and access to information was more restricted.
For those very reasons, living in such an evolved world, I have many concerns about how we parent and guide our children at the beginning of each phase of their education. And what we tell them at the end of each successful completion.
How do we measure success and how do we teach our children to assess their accomplishments?
As an underdog, I am always thinking about the underdogs of the school system and how they are nurtured. What narratives do we have for the children who are in the majority, the ones who do not get highlighted in feature stories and school honour rolls?
Sometimes, I hear of the parents’ disappointment with a child’s success— it just is not what was expected, or it does not look like the results of their peers—and there is pressure brought to bear on that child rather than a celebration of their achievement.
Comparisons and the competitiveness that drives our education system will always be a debilitating factor on the psyche of our children; the measurements we use for success are skewed and injurious. How we celebrate is itself problematic, especially because we do not seem to be able to tell the many success stories that do not begin with “eight distinctions” or “ten ones.”
I am advocating for those other triumphs. But more so, my own musings are to prompt us as parents and as a people to find other ways to define and celebrate success.
Moreover, is the thought that we—parents and the entire education system—should give more consideration to preparing the minds and mental well-being of our children at every stage with appropriate discourses on success that is not the single narrative we continuously use to highlight our definition of “high achievers.”
