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July 26, 2008

In Praise of BSG


Are the Star Wars films overrated? Do they age well? Movies for teenage boys?

The first Star Wars films were iconic, meaningful presences in my childhood. The sage of the Skywalker family, the Empire, the Rebellion, and the Jedi captivated my pre-teen imagination. Star Wars, the first of these films, opened in theaters in 1977. I was 10 years old.

Some twenty years later the second slew of Star Wars movies were released, and I hoped to enjoy them as much. But I was a different person by then. In fact, I was 32 years old when “Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace” appeared in 1999 and I hoped that the movies would have grown up with me. On this count, I was sorely disappointed. Lucas made cheesey movies designed for 13-year old boys. But I was no longer 13 and looked for more mature fare. I looked in vain. Seeing these new movies made me understand why my father never had any time for the original Star Wars movies in the late 1970s.

But I have found that which Star Wars should have been, and it is in a TV series called “Battlestar Galactica.” The name itself sounds silly and it strains credulity to say the title out loud in the same sentence as “great art” – it sounds like more B-movie Science Fiction. But in its best moments, and there are many, BSG is great art. It is set in space in some other universe but is firmly seated in our human experience in dealing with ultimate themes of good and evil, humans trying to govern themselves, loyalty and betrayal, love and hate. I generally ignore TV and have watched very little of it in the last twenty years. But I heard so much good word-of-mouth reviews of BSG that I decided to get the opening miniseries on Netflix and try it. I was transfixed. I watched all four seasons in the next three months. Not all segments are of the same quality, but I was mesmerized in front of the screen as I had not been in years (decades?).

George Lucas is lionized as a master filmmaker who delves into archetype and myth. Because of Star Wars he is richer than Croesus. But he is a mediocre filmmaker stuck in creating films for adolescent boys. The reality is that Ronald D. Moore, creator of the BSG series, is the real thing. That he makes great art that takes place mostly in space in another universe but holds up a mirror to our experience. Great art tells lies to get at greater truths, and Commander Odama’s and President Roslin’s flight through space “in a universe far, far away” teaches us humans much about ourselves. It is Star Wars all grown up.

The best literature has always asked, “What does it mean to be human?” BSG brings up for our inspection the “foul rag and bone shop of the [human] heart” that is our goodness and our evil, our nobility and baseness – we human beings – we messy, contradictory creatures who will walk our moment on the stage and then disappear –

“What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god!”
THEM HOLDING UP A MIRROR FOR US TO SEE OURSELVES

Battlestar Galactica saga: great art on TV (of all places!)

July 12, 2008

On My Beloved Daughter, Crying in Her Crib


"You can never know. Not for sure - one gropes in the darkness and does the best one can - this incredibly humbling job of "parent."

It grieves me to my core to hear my daughter cry.

I look at her tears and hear her plaintive sobs as she struggles to catch her breath amidst waves of wails, and it wrenches my very soul - I can describe it in no lesser terms. I would do almost anything to sooth her - to ease her anxiety and to take away the pain.

It seems I can do little, if anything. Standing there helplessly I want to cry with her but don't. Her late night crying fits leave my nerves raw and exposed. The worst is that, despite my desire to be a good father, I feel so helpless in the face of this crying.

I can hear the advice of family and friends: "Rich, babies cry - that's what they do! Don't take it personally! And if you come to them whenever they cry, they never will learn to self-sooth and go to sleep by themselves. Let Julia cry it out; she will fall asleep eventually. It hurts her less to cry than it does for you to hear it. She will be fine! And she will grow out of this!"? So they tell me.

Maybe all this is true. But I cannot do it.

I tried to prepare myself for fatherhood in the way which has worked for me in other endeavors: I read a whole slew of books on the subject. But to my consternation the "experts" often contradicted themselves in offering advice. "The Happiest Baby on the Block" offered a special trick on how to sooth a baby's cries, and Dr. Sears advises to go to your baby whenever it cries at night for whatever reason in the name of "attachment parenting." On the other hand, "Babywise" by Gary Ezzo advises that babies learn to "cry it out," similar to the "Ferber process" where children learn progressively to fall asleep without parental help. Not only did I read these books but I went online and read various critics and supporters of these approaches explain their case, and then I read the bulletin boards and blogs where parents shared their own experiences. If my students ever needed a real life example of where learning how to read closely and evaluate and filter information and arguments, this was it. By the time I was done, my head hurt. It was crystal clear to me that how one raises a child is grounded in complex and fundamental ideas about authority, independence and what should be the ideal child-parent bond. The "baby experts" were as divided as the rest of us on that.

It was enough to give me a splitting headache. The books have been almost no help at all, frankly. "Before I got married I had six theories about bringing up children; now I have six children, and no theories," claimed John Wilmot. Maybe the books gave a certain theoretical underpinning to parenthood, but real life is a hard teacher and a child is too complicated and changeable a creature to apply some sort of equation to. The only sure thing I read in these books is that some babies are more difficult than others, and that huge variations in baby behavior are all pretty normal. "Thanks for the help, Doc!"

Like many American on most subjects, I tried to tread a middle ground. I sought to split the difference between the "crying it out" of Dr. Ferber and the "always soothe your child" of Dr. Sears. As a young infant, Julia got constant care and attention to her crying. As she matured, we tried to help her become more independent and self-sooth when she wakes up at night.

And it has not been without success. Weeks will go by when Julia sleeps long in mostly uneventful nights; and truth be told, Julia has as many hours of smiling and laughing as sobbing and screaming. Nothing makes my heart sing more than to hear my daughter giggle or laugh, as she does often. But then, like an angry storm descending suddenly from the skies, there arrives nights saturated with tears with Julia's bedroom walls resounding with screaming and sobbing and more sobbing. I begin to dread the evenings and bedtime.

We try to let Julia get it out of her system and then fall asleep by herself. The textbook advice is this:

"Let the child cry for 5 minutes (or 1, or 3, if you prefer); go in, comfort the child in the crib (without removing them from the bed), and leave; wait twice as long, and do it again; wait twice as long, and do it again; and continue thus many times as needed."

A half hour of Julia sobbing bitterly while standing in her crib, stomping her feet on the mattress and waiting for daddy to come, seems like an hour or more. From the darkness of her room Julia now calls me by name, "Dadda! Dadda! Dadda!" It is as if she is asking me to rescue her from some imminent danger, and every instinct tells me to go to her aid. As I read one parent write:

"Doesn't it just seem like children should sleep with their parents? There are always so many posts about children wanting to sleep with their parents that it just seems obvious to me that that is a natural inclination. Our children slept with us until they felt ready to sleep alone and I think it's only natural and that parents should allow this to happen. Other mammals stay with their young at night. Why don't we?"

Does this not make sense? But I can hear a voice reminding me, "If you ignore the screaming, it will stop. She screams because she knows it will get her what she wants -- you! She needs to learn that screaming gets her nowhere. She needs her sleep and you need yours. Close Julia's door and open it only the next morning." The problem is that my intense, stubborn daughter will scream for an hour or more in the darkness vehemently, and I picture my little one so upset in the darkness and I wrench my hands and gnash my teeth. "If you go to her, she will continue to scream; she will learn it works." I compromise. Every fifteen minutes or so I go in and kiss and soothe her without taking her out of the crib or turning on the light.

"This crying hurts you more than it does her!" But how do we know that? What is it like as a toddler to sob for your parents in the dark for an hour straight? Sometimes I try to console myself by thinking maybe this is how babies shake off excess energy and re-set their temperaments at an even keel - they sob and sob and then sleep soundly and wake up refreshed. Julia never seems the worse for wear or hold a grudge the next morning after a night of crying; in fact, she seems the same as ever. Maybe child crying is fundamentally different than adult crying. But I saw a lonely toddler last week, crying in the corner by himself, and I could not stop the note of pathos from piercing my heart.

I have read many of the books by experts, talked to dozens of friends and family, and pored over hundreds of testimonies by other parents and yet I feel as if I know no more than when I started. One can never know exactly what to do. I want to reach for my revolver whenever someone asks me, "Have you read this or that book?" "Have you tried this?" "Have you tried that?" Yes, I did all of those things! But in the sliding kaleidoscope of Julia's behavior now and as she matures there is nothing clear-cut - nothing that is always true or untrue. Babies and toddlers are most unpredictable, or at least such is Julia. This much experience has taught me: Just when you think you have a behavior figured out, the kid will humble you and show you that you don't.

Can I ever know my daughter and understand why she acts like she does? How about when she is five or fifteen years old? Will she even understand herself, half the time? Will she blunder forward in the semi-darkness, like the rest of us? Will it be thus even in adult life? How much does any of us know about ourselves? How much can any of us know about one another?

Julia is just beginning to grapple with the challenges life presents. I am just learning to be a father.

Maybe I am learning that being a father to a daughter is less about daddy "fixing a problem" and more about "being present" to her feelings and trying to see the world through her eyes.

Maybe the best fathering is to set limits and enforce rules. Maybe it is to love your daughter and foster her talents and give advice and listen well. Maybe it is simply to go next to her crib in the darkness and cry along with her.

I do know this: after one solid hour of letting Julia "cry it out" and go to sleep on her own, I opened her door and went to her. I picked Julia up, kissed her tears, and sat down with her in the rocking chair nearby. Exhausted, she immediately stopped crying, stretched out on my chest, put her head on my shoulder, and went to sleep. It was done within thirty seconds. It was as if all she needed to fall asleep was for me to hold her. "She was missing us!" my wife exclaimed. With Julia sleeping soundly on my chest, I berated myself bitterly for not having done this earlier.

Fifty years ago Dr. Spock wrote the following to parents: "Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do." He was warning against relying too much on "expert advice" from outsiders.

Fair enough.

But you can never know. Not for sure - one gropes in the darkness and does as best one can - this incredibly humbling job of "parent."

DAUGHTER JULIA

"Can I ever know my daughter and understand why she acts like she does?"