Child’s Play


 

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Is childhood a real psychological state or simply a creation of society–and a sentimental one at that? We tend to take for granted that children think and feel differently than adults, as well as that they exist in a better, purer realm. But throughout society this has not been the case. In the medieval ages, and before, children were treated like incomplete, somewhat defective adults. Only in the 18th century did ideas about kids undergo a significant change. Largely responsible for this was philosopher Jean-Jacques Rousseau who equated children with nature and innocence; he believed education should be linked not just to knowledge, work and social duties but to preserving what was untainted in the soul.

Childhood really got going in the Victorian era (1837-1901). Queen Victoria and her consort Prince Albert had nine children and idealized the idea of family. Though poor children often lead horrible lives, working at very early ages in mills and as chimney sweeps and unpaid servants, life for rich kids included nannies, toy soldiers, rocking horses, wax dolls, even elaborate toy shops complete with tiny goods for sale.  Lewis Carroll wrote Alice in Wonderland in 1865 and it quickly became one of the most popular children’s stories–though how many kids today could read it (in its real, un-Disney form?). Picture books illustrated by Kate Greenaway, Walter Crane and William Nicholson were full of charming pictures of rosy-cheeked “good” little children indulging in ring-around-the rosy, hopscotch and hoop bowling. All of this perpetuated the idea–maybe a fantasy?–that children–at least those of wealthy parentage–inhabited their own reality, free from worry or any true unhappiness.

Later on, Freudian theories of burgeoning infant sexuality would dispel the notion of pre-pubescent innocence and upset the kinder applecart. Psychological tales such as The Bad Seed and Lillian Hellman’s The Children’s Hour, in which spoiled little girls deliberately lie and ruin the lives of their caretakers, would perpetrate the image of kids as potential demons, hiding behind frilly skirts, knee socks and toys. Long before Freud, Jane Eyre speaks up to her Aunt Reed, accusing her of of unkindness and hypocrisy in a manner the early Victorians found shocking. She was a passionate child, a rebel, daring to be heard–and cruelly punished for it. Heidi, written by Johanna Spyri in 1881, decades after Jane Eyre, reverts back to an earlier prototype: a joyous child brings delight and miraculous health to all those who know her, simply by existing.

Which idea of childhood do you find the most compelling? Are children miniature grown-ups struggling with many of the same problems as their parents, albeit in different forms? Or did they exist in their own universe, discrete and uncorrupted (at least before they get on the internet?).

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10 thoughts on “Child’s Play

  1. It is a very interesting question. I do not think they exist in their own universe, but but I think they are often compelled to take on adult fears, things they would not have thought of themselves (especially now in out overprotective society.)

  2. I loved reading Jane Eyre, particularly about her early childhood.
    I think children have all the range of emotions as adults, but not quite as well developed. What they do Not have is the anvil hanging round their little necks – of unpaid bills, increasing food prices, running the family home etc
    However, there are still far too many children in the world who are underfed and abused. I think all children should have Some sort of childhood. Even Jane Eyre’s was better than a lot of kids these days.

    1. That’s true…I do think kids pick up on their parents’ anxiety, though, especially these days and they share the stress, if unconsciously. Where Jane had the advantage, I think, was that kids were allowed to keep some kind of moral innocence; no music videos, lol!

  3. Interesting post! For much of human history childhood mortality was so high that parents didn’t grow attached to their children until they were reasonably sure the child was going to live through infancy. They often didn’t bother naming them until then. I can’t recall now who said it, but someone wrote about the time when it first became OK to love our children–meaning when childhood mortality had declined to the point where you weren’t setting yourself up for repeated heartbreaks.

    As for Jane’s outburst, her Aunt Reed deserved it! And worse. 🙂

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