Category: Parenting

What’s the Matter with Us When it Comes to High School Sports?

This is a short commentary on the recently reported football hazing scandal in Sayreville, New Jersey.  I am not describing the details here, but you can read about it in any number of articles, including the links provided here or here.

“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.”

– Edmund Burke

The only good news, if you can call it that, out of the Sayreville football hazing scandal is that perhaps now, at a young age, some of these young men will learn something about Edmund Burke’s meaning.  Because learning that lesson sometime later in life often has consequences much more devastating than the cancellation of a football season.  And while I would not presume any of the perpetrators of these incidents are actually “evil,” the acts themselves are cruel, debased and violent – evil-like, if not evil.

Clearly some have already learned this, because they came forward and reported what was going on.  Sadly, (and I cannot overstate how sadly), some parents and athletes in Sayreville, instead of seizing upon this very teachable moment — instead of placing values of responsibility, character, ethics, human compassion and obeying the law, at the forefront of their concern — some are angry at the whistleblowers because they ruined all their fun (aka, cancelled the football season).

Not wholly dissimilar from the Penn State abuse scandal, this is a team and a community culture gone awry.  When did we start worshipping football, and sports in general, more than anything and everything else?  Unlike professional sports, high school and college sports should not exist as ends unto themselves.  They exist in the context of educational institutions whose missions, last time I checked, are focused on shaping productive, responsible, creative, and capable young people — like this mission statement for the Sayreville School District:

Sayreville School District educates today’s learners to be tomorrow’s leaders by providing all students with a high quality, challenging education that instills character and enables our students to compete successfully in the 21st century.

The nature and demands of extracurricular sports can, undeniably, contribute to the goals of character-building and preparation for future success.  But that should be their sole purpose.  They shouldn’t exist for the entertainment of the parents or alumni; nor for the glory of the coach; nor should they exist to fuel swelled egos or testosterone highs; and they should never trump other educational priorities or fundamental personal and community values. I know many will disagree, but I don’t even think they should exist for the purpose of generating college scholarships (at least not on a scale greater than can be earned through other talents, like music or science or drama or any number of other valid, educational pursuits). High school sports should not exist for any of these reasons.

Yet they do.  And then we wonder why we get professional athletic cultures with such failed moral compasses (I’m talking about you, NFL), or business cultures marred by fraud and ethical lapses, or any of a number of other societal ills that flow from the decisions and actions of those with an underdeveloped sense of integrity or unformed moral foundation. It all starts with the lessons learned in high schools like Sayreville.

Life lessons are sometimes very hard to endure.  I’m sure the sense of disappointment, even unfairness, is overwhelming for those players who did not directly participate in the hazing activity.  But it’s not okay to “do nothing,” in this instance, and the decision of the school board and superintendent is 100% correct. They are applying a sorely-needed shock to the community. I hope it hurts enough to force real change, so the football program can get back to providing kids what they are really owed from their school and from the adults in their lives – a sound education and a strong grounding in what it means to a responsible and compassionate human being.  That would be progress.

The Dreaded College Drop Off

As I watch friends and family heading out to drop off their first child at college, I am reminded of our experience doing the same, almost exactly one year ago.  I have no advice for any of you.  In my experience, it sucks.  Or, as a rather taciturn friend of ours put it, after we asked how it had gone for him (knowing we would soon be doing the same):  “It’s horrible.  It was one of the worst days of my life.  No one prepares you for this.”

It’s true, no one does.  I think that’s partly because neither party wants to have the conversation (who wants to relive the pain of that separation and who wants to anticipate it?) It’s also because each family experiences that separation in their own way.  Together with our children, we form a unique chemistry that is all our own.  No one else will experience the feelings, carry out the behaviors, or interpret the events that attend a college drop off in exactly the same way.  You just have to do it your way, and travel the path that you were meant to travel.

For us (me, my husband and our two daughters), the actual drop off wasn’t traumatic or hysterical or anything like that.  It was clear throughout our ride to Ohio (where my oldest daughter was heading to attend Kenyon College) that we were all trying very hard not to focus on what was about to happen.  Everything was happy and busy and exciting (if you know what I mean).  But the raw sorrow was there, just beneath the surface, ready to erupt with the slightest prompt (Exhibit A:  I am tearing up now just thinking about it).

It hit me hardest when all of the parents were gathered together in the auditorium to receive information and sage advice from the school’s administrators.  There was nothing to do but look around and know you were sitting in a room full of traumatized adults trying to pretend otherwise.  A single horrible thought just kept knocking at my brain’s door trying to come in:  Our family will never be the same again.  This is permanent.  Our precious little unit is forever changed.

(Don’t worry . . . this has a happy ending).

We were lucky.  Our daughter led the way in helping us get through the immediate ripping off of the Band-Aid.  She was all happy and together, joyfully hugged us, said goodbye, and headed off on her way with seeming confidence and glory (what she actually felt I’m not sure I’ll ever know). As a result, we didn’t feel the need to drive around the corner and park on a local street so we could ball our eyes out (as the college personnel had suggested we were free to do).  We spent the rest of the car ride, as I recall, doing what we could to distract ourselves from what just happened.

It hit me again in the hotel room where we stayed on our way home.  Waking in the morning, and witnessing so clearly, so concretely, that our younger daughter didn’t have her lifelong companion to pal around with as she normally would, somehow set me off more than my own sadness did. The missing piece was just too obvious and it ripped at my heart.

Okay, fast forward to one year later.  Our daughter is off to school again, eager to reconnect with friends and return to what seems to me to be, her new home.  Does this idea make me sad?  No, not really.  This idea makes me feel exceptionally gratified and proud, much the way I felt after I got over dropping her off for her first day of Kindergarten, or High School, or summer camp.  Each of these rites of passage are both deeply painful, and deeply satisfying.  But the pain part is acute, while the satisfaction is sweet and lasting, because with each of these transitions our children reveal to us a new version of themselves that we could not really have imagined prior to then. The college transition is perhaps more profound, but it’s of the same ilk, and produces many of the same kinds of feelings.

I look at my daughter now and I say — she is launched.  There is simply nothing more rewarding than that.  Now I get the joy of watching her rocket ship take off and carry her wherever it is she is going to go.

So I have no advice for all of you who are perhaps suffering through the college drop off as we speak.  Just know that you will be rewarded with quite a jar of goodies waiting for you once you get to the other side.