Two stories from over the weekend broke my heart as a
father. On Sunday night Miley Cyrus “performed” at the MTV VMA’s (imho that’s
too many letters, lol). Facebook was all abuzz during the show, making me
wonder why so many of my Christian friends were watching the Music Video Awards
to start with, but I’ll move on.
When Miley Cyrus danced on stage she was about as close to
naked as a person can be, and the performance was extremely sexual. I couldn’t
help but wonder how her father feels about his young daughter’s transformation.
Miley is the daughter of Billy Ray Cyrus, who jumped into
the country music spotlight with his 1992 hit Achy Breaky Heart. His time at
the top was relatively short, but he reemerged alongside his daughter on their
Disney Channel sitcom Hannah Montana. The show launched Miley’s career, and it
re-launched Billy Ray’s.
I’ve never spoken to either Cyrus, but it seems to me that
the elder pushing the younger towards success is a lesson in how not to raise a
child. The “career first” mentality appears to be both seductive and
destructive.
The other heart-breaking event came on Saturday when I was
watching the Apopka Blue Darters play the Byrnes Rebels in high school
football. I grew up 10 minutes from Apopka High (home of Hall of Famer Warren
Sapp) so I was excited to see them so close again.
Apopka’s head coach is Rick Darlington, and Rick’s son Zach
is the senior quarterback. With under 4 minutes to go in the game and the
visiting Blue Darters trailing the Rebels by 8, Zack rolled out of the pocket
and was heading for the sideline when a defender tackled him.
The hit was clean and legal, but it resulted in a concussion
for the QB. Everyone in the stands held their breath as Darlington lay there
motionless.
He never moved or even opened his eyes while medical
personnel loaded him on the stretcher. After fifteen minutes or so he was taken
to an adjacent field; while he was being carted away the game resumed, and
Coach Rick Darlington remained on the sidelines calling the game.
Within seconds cameras showed a chopper descending onto the
field, and Zach was loaded up and airlifted to Spartanburg Regional Medical
Center. Rick Darlington stayed on the sidelines while his son’s health was
uncertain.
I was furious. I felt like I cared more about this kid than
his own father. But then the worst part was the announcer’s comment about how
hard it must be for a father who “has to” keep coaching. Has to? With his son on a helicopter? There are a dozen assistant
coaches on the sideline, and none of them can coach the last 3 minutes?
That comment showed the perception of Americans. A dad has
to keep coaching when his son may never walk again.
The message from coach to quarterback was clear: Rick’s
career was more important. I could be wrong about this, but every father I’ve
talked to agrees that there is nothing that would have kept us off of that
helicopter (Zach was released from the hospital on Monday and is doing fine).
I’m not calling either of these men bad fathers; I don’t
know them, and that would not be fair. Neither am I calling myself the model of
fatherhood, because I certainly make mistakes. But these very public instances
over the weekend hurt my heart as I saw a generation of children being failed
by their parents. More specifically, by their fathers.
Our children can certainly become rich, famous stars,
singers, and sports players. But as parents we have to model for them what is
most important. Faith and family come before fame.
Comments
Thank you for your comment. I agree with what you said, and would even expand literature to cover media today. I believe that Miley is doing what she thinks she has to do to be relevant and sell CDs. The culture is defining people.