|Is there room for children in our society? Most of our culture is structured for adults, and
children are unwelcome or even excluded. Children spend most of their time in school and school-related
activities, where parents are not welcome. When my son and I looked for activities to do together, he was told
that he didn't need me, and I was told to be glad for some time alone. That we may be good friends who wanted
to enjoy an activity together was never considered.
This harsh attitude toward children can be most evident when shopping; many store personnel seem to view
every child as a potential source of trouble. The presence of a child is tolerated
- as long as he is
perfectly quiet, doesn't touch anything, and doesn't look as though they'll hurt themselves. I suspect,
though, that it isn't so much the child's potential suffering that storekeepers are concerned about, but
rather their own: they are afraid of being sued! This fear can be unreasonable to the point of lunacy. My son,
at age seven) was once loudly warned in a bookstore, "Get down from that ledge! You'll hurt
yourself!" This dangerous ledge was exactly five inches from the floor.
When we look closely at a child at play, we can see that children have the same instinct for
self-preservation that adults have, and a good sense of what they can handle. Why, then, are children so
mistrusted? At those times when something does need to be said about a child's behavior in public, this is
often done in a harsh, impatient, and disapproving tone. Yet adults too sometimes behave in inappropriate ways
in public - such as smoking in a non-smoking area. If the adult is corrected at all, such a request is usually
made with the utmost cordiality. Do adults deserve more consideration than do children?
When children venture out in public, they are rarely spoken to, unless, like soldiers, they are asked their
name and grade. If circumstances are such that children appear in public during school hours, they are asked,
almost crossly, "Why aren't you in school?!" How would an adult respond if asked, "Why aren't
you at work?"
Children are expected to be infinitely patient during boring errands and conversations, and never interrupt
adults - no matter that children's conversations can be far and away the more fascinating. Wouldn't you rather
hear about Planet Wonderful, or how you are loved "Infinity squared", as my son told me when he was
Despite their delightful ways, children in public places are treated as though they are invisible, and
their needs are often considered irrelevant. In making their needs known to others, they are at a particular
disadvantage, because of their youth and inexperience. Unlike senior citizens, who also encounter unfair age
discrimination, there are no child spokespersons to elicit empathy for their condition. Who has not seen a
distraught infant or child whose tears are ignored by angry parents and indifferent strangers? If an adult
were crying in public, would not everyone be concerned? If an animal were obviously suffering, would everyone
Even churches, while teaching of love within families, segregate children from the most meaningful
activities. Housing discrimination against families is still a problem in many areas, where children are
placed in the same category of undesirables as pets. They presumably rank somewhere between a parakeet and a
Could things be different? Sometimes they are. When my son (at age five) and I visited an herbal medicine
clinic, all three therapists gave him respectful, warm attention. Needless to say, his behavior in that
situation was impeccable.
All children behave as well as they are treated - just like adults. Why is it so difficult for adults to
understand this? After all, we have all been children. How have we forgotten so soon what it is like to be a
child in an adult world? Children deserve to be treated in the same way that we wish to be treated
kindness and understanding, dignity and respect. As physicist and author Richard Feynmen wrote, "Human
beings should be treated like human beings." We are all human beings, and, in a sense, we are all
children. Some of us have just been around a little longer.