Most of the happiest countries in the world are found in Scandinavia this year. The society is stable, there’s a strong safety net, there’s little crime and corruption, overall health is good….Let’s be more like Scandinavia!
The first question that may occur to you is how can I, a non-Scandinavian, be more like a Scandinavian in my non-Scandinavian society? Ought I to vote for and promote social policies mirroring that of the Nordic countries?
But there is a more fundamental question to be asked before we attempt to remake our society in the image of our happy northern Europeans. I am an American. Does being a happy American look like being a happy Scandinavian? I would be prepared to bet that my values do not precisely line up with Scandinavian values, and that which they may perceive to promote happiness may not do so for me. In other words: happiness, dependent as it is upon a complicated mix of internal and external factors, is subjective in definition and perception, as well as in expression. Maybe the reason for the high happiness score is that Scandinavians are taught not to whine about their place in the world. (I am not suggesting that this is true, by the way, merely pointing out the limitations of any survey in ascertaining so nebulous a concept as happiness.)
The same is true of parenting, which is extremely culture-bound, as described in this quote by Nicholas Day in his book Baby Meets World:
“Seemingly every culture before our own has had a single acceptable way to raise a baby. These cultures wouldn’t have cared about the new scientific findings: they already knew how babies worked. Their answers were all very different, mind you, but they had this in common: all the other answers were wrong.
“Such confidence makes sense. If you have to raise a baby, not study a baby, you’d better settle on an answer, and as long as you have settled on an answer, you may as well be certain about it. Pretty much everyone has been very certain. But if everyone has been very certain, and everyone’s certainty has been very different, you start to suspect that there aren’t that many certainties after all. There’s no one true path. Or put another way: the one true path is forked.”
Day notes that babies thrive under all sorts of conditions that would horrify foreign onlookers, and provides a wholesome reminder that the received wisdom of our time and place is not universal and will certainly change.
I do not suggest that we put our children in cages and feed them scraps (tempting though it may be sometimes). Children need some very basic things to thrive–safety, love, regular human contact, food, shelter, medical attention. There are, however, a myriad of ways to supply these basic needs, and while we will of course prefer some to others it is worth repeating that other ways of doing are not necessarily harmful.
While talking to other mothers, I see a reaction against the so-called “Mommy wars” that pit practitioners of breastfeeding against formula feeding, daycare against parental care, public vs. private vs. homeschooling, and so on in the hope that their parental choices will be validated by their superior offspring’s success. I think we are starting to recognize that raising a child is not like developing and manufacturing a product under “best practices.” However, our own assumptions about what is the best way to do something are still there, and so deep that we often cannot recognize our own prejudices.
Day himself falls victim to this sort of credulity when he describes how marvelous breastfeeding is, and what great pains (literally) his wife suffered to breastfeed their first. The truth is that when parents have access to formula and clean water, the benefits of breastfeeding are pretty small and transitory. (Reading about Day’s wife’s mastitis and abscess, and reading about his son’s poor weight gain in his first year of life, I wanted to tell Day to just crack open some formula and stop the torture, already.)
This is remarkable, because most of Day’s book is such a clearsighted exposition of the fact that babies can be raised in many, many different ways without suffering harm. One would think rubbing them with cow dung or strapping them to cradleboards would be a bad idea, but the babies do okay.
This is the problem I have with books that promote Chinese tiger-mothering, French etiquette-enforcing, Danish something or othering, or other “international” methods of rearing children. I am sure that some cultures do better than others at bringing up children to be humane, decent, wise, responsible, diligent adults, and I’m sure there are some social choices that make it easier or harder to be a parent (or a child). But our perpetual (and deeply human) search for The One True Way to parent our children is ultimately doomed to failure. That’s okay; your kids will probably be fine anyway, unless they live in a particularly unhappy country.