Role models

Uncle Ben and Rainey

Since my pregnancy, I've begun pondering on the importance of setting a good example for my child and it dawned upon me how important it is to grow up being around positive role models. Somehow, life has a funny way of teaching us things. Often, the biggest lessons we  remember are not from what is directly taught to us. Rather we learn quickest quietly watching from the background when people are not consciously teaching. Parenting in my opinion, is the hardest task ever handed to any adult on their personal achievement list. I can think of ten times more adults whom I think should not have been parents than ones I think turned out to be great ones. I'm not discrediting the fact that people do try their best but I personally believe that some people naturally have the right personalities to be parents and some just don't. Nobody's ever ready to be parents. But it's worth seriously considering what it entails before deciding to become one. 


Unfortunately, I can honestly say that while growing up, positive role models were the exception rather than the rule. Somehow, all I remember seeing and hearing were a lot of male promiscuity, screaming, wives crying, messed up marriages and overbearing chinese parents who constantly measured their children's worth by pegging them against other (usually) smarter children. (Dumber kids are never used as an objective IQ assessment since it would defeat the purpose of perpetuating over-achieving attitudes in one's child). Perhaps it's a chinese thing to be over-achiever parents who liberally dish out back handed encouragement via criticisms. I cannot recount the number of times me mother yelled at me, "I do all this for you and what do you give me in return? Nothing! You're useless!" I was never praised for doing something well because there was none to compare to! Since no other kid excelled at what I did well, in her eyes I was a plain failure of a child! My mother was by no means a bad mother but believe you me, there was a lot of room for improvement especially with encouragement and fostering self esteem in a rebellious, spirited, fiercely independent child.  


Then I thought of my Uncle Ben. I have deep seated memories of conversations with him during my teens. They were few and far in between but enough for me to realize he was different.  As an executive in the music industry, he hung with some pretty colorful characters and was one helluva cool cat! He was one of those guys who I seemed to know how to play the game but had the sense to know when to draw the line. He was quick witted and always had a punch line for anything thrown his way so I found him quite intimidating but intriguing. I kept my ears peeled around him, constantly waiting for his smart one-liners. And he never disappointed. When I was 19, we had what I would like to call our first adult 'man-to-woman' talk. He looked at me straight in the eye, treating me like an adult and said, "Sandra, always remember that you can negotiate anything. In fact, you should negotiate everything, even when they say no. Never forget that." Then proceeded to enter into a 30 minute debate with me, rebutting every protest and excuse I made before finally shutting me up with a best seller to take home as reading material. It would be the last serious talk we'd ever have. He gave me homework! But I was inspired. Deep inside, he garnered authority and my respect. There was a wisdom about him that resonated with my spirit. He seems like one who walked the walk and talked the talk. I felt like he was an older figure that I could depend on to give me advice if I ever needed them in the future. Sadly, that opportunity never came. Uncle Ben succumbed to cancer a few months later. I was so devastated that I couldn't even bring myself to go his funeral. I wanted to remember him the way I last saw him - alive and kicking, the fighter that he was. A few years ago, while visiting with my Aunt Lorraine and Sally, I learnt a few more things about my Uncle Ben that made me wish I was given even more time to know him as an adult. 


Aunt Lorraine, whom I endearingly call Rainey told me how he'd been a man of character even way back as a college kid. When times were rough, he would borrow money from close friends promising to pay them back. By hook or by crook, he always kept his word and repaid every penny, even if they refused to accept it. After they were married, she told me how he would always make an effort to keep in touch with his friends no matter what. So he would call his friends up and say, "Hey you wanna hear a joke?" and proceeded to make them laugh. It tickled me to think that he knew the power of laughter and exercised it liberally. My Aunt Sally told me how he was always meddling in his sibling's business...in a way a protective elder brother would...in the way you always wanted one to. He always made it a point to call each of his seven siblings ever so often to ask how they were doing. And if she said that everything was alright, he would ask again, telling her to be truthful with him. He really really cared. If I am able to replay and apply all the memories I have of my Uncle Ben with my own child, I would have reason to be proud parent. One who knows how to be funny, humorous, ever-present, a leader by example, a strict disciplinarian yet overflowing with love.