Archive for October 2013
What I've Learned from Being a Parent
There are many things we learn from kids, some of them are obvious right away, like never getting good sleep ever again, or that finding a two month old French fry under the car seat is no big deal (even if your child eats it. McDonald’s never molds anyway. *Shudder*), and you have to be accustomed to dealing with bodily fluids in every way imaginable. There are some things, however, that you may not learn until later, until you’re in the thick of it and you have to make sense of it even if you’re not ready. Here’s a list of some of the stuff I’ve learned regarding having kids:
1.
Patience.
I can’t believe it; I never thought I would be a patient person. No, I’m not
the most patient person in the world,
but I am a heck of a lot more patient than I ever was before having kids. I was
a pretty darn impatient person. Traffic, long lines, crowded stores (UGH the
updates to Southcenter Mall are atrocious, I avoid it whenever possible), leaving
the house in a decent amount of time. I was always rushing; and furious when
things didn’t go fast enough. I held on to those tendencies when D was a baby,
getting frustrated when the car seat wouldn’t buckle fast enough, or when he
stalled while leaving the house when we had somewhere to be. Not anymore. With
3 of them, I have literally almost no choice but to embrace the virtue I never
thought I would have.
I have actually found that being able to wait
has become something I’ve really enjoyed learning to do. Instead of getting
upset when things are going slow, I’ve adopted the practice of turning it into
a game. I tickle them, “play the boob”….basically do whatever I can to get them
to giggle. (FYI on “playing the boob”…it’s AMAZING. A super effective way to
connect with your kids and really get them to want to cooperate with you…if you’re
interested in that you should check out this link, scroll down to “Playing the
boob”. http://www.barnesandnoble.com/container/kids-article.asp?pid=37452)
Both me and the kids enjoy ourselves, I can stop worrying about where we have
to be, and I’ve connected and bonded with them in so many ways. Who cares if we get somewhere on time? Here’s
a tip: Make your target time a half hour earlier, and perhaps you’ll get there
only 15 minutes late!
2.
I have to be ready to answer a lot of questions,
and sometimes they’re tough questions. Like, really tough. At least for me,
anyway. Ash is only 2, (2 and a half) and even he has asked me things I really
just wasn’t prepared for. He has asked lots of questions about the environment,
earth science and space. I’ve answered questions about the earth’s rotation and
why we have things like grass and trees. What role different animals and
insects play in the grand scheme of our world…WTF. D, on the other hand, has
asked me a lot of stuff about social conventions and human emotion. I’ve even
got the “Where do babies come from?” question, although it was posed to me as “Where
was I before I came out of your tummy?” I told him. We didn’t get as far into
it as having sex and how it all works, but I bought a book explaining it, and
one day I expect I’ll have the courage to open it and read it myself. Somehow I
don’t think the book begins with “When a mommy and daddy love each other very
much…” He has asked me why we always have to stand in lines, what it means when
someone “steals your heart” and makes me explain what every single song means
that he hears on the radio. I learn over and over again that listening to a Top
40 station is just not an option in my house. Every time I forget, I get to answer
a question about what “Getting Lucky” means, or “Why is this guy burning up
everything you love and also the ashes?” and “Why did she crash her car into a
bridge?” Who the hell wants to tell a 5 year-old that relationships are
complicated and they can make you do stupid stuff like lighting fires and
wrecking your car?! How morbid! I am just not prepared to answer those
questions, and I feel pretty confident my 5 year-old isn’t prepared for those
kinds of answers. Steve and I have made a commitment not to lie to our kids
(about most things anyway), so telling them something ridiculous that’s not
true just so we don’t have to answer their question isn’t an option. You might
say it’s…..out of the question. *Puts
of sunglasses* YEAHHHHHHHHHH!
3.
Punishment.
Doesn’t. Work. I don’t spank my kids, and I rarely use time outs. Point
blank, I have found it about a million times easier to negotiate, listen and
work together with my kids than yell, hit or shame my children into obedience.
I think that people often forget that children are human beings with feelings
and emotions. They aren’t dogs that can be ordered around and hit with a
newspaper when they misbehave. I want my
kids to question me and ask why they have to do something. I want my kids to
show some backbone and stand up for themselves. I want my kids to have bodily
autonomy and feel confident in the fact that they do not deserve to be touched
or forced to touch someone else if they don’t want to. (We encourage respecting
your body and those around you.) I want them to understand completely that ‘might
doesn’t make right’, and that adults can, and do make mistakes, all the time. I want them to know that
when grown-ups do make mistakes, they should apologize sincerely, as sincerely
as they would to another adult. Punishment does not encourage any of these
ideals.
Using violence teaches your kids to obey to
avoid physical pain. Yelling teaches your kids that losing your temper is
effective in communication (and it’s scary…I don’t know anyone who listens
intently when another person yells at them. All I can think about is how shitty
I feel and how ridiculous it is. The same goes for kids. They often remember
how horrible they felt for much longer than they remember what they did to
deserve the yelling.) Time outs teach
them to stuff their bad feelings down rather than work them out, simply because
they are being disruptive to others. Another thing people often forget is that
kids (young ones, especially) do not know how to handle strong emotions like
anger and frustration. Most of them don’t even know how to handle little things
like being overtired or hungry! They simply lack the cognitive ability to
reason out their emotions and how to process them. Another tip: Look at
tantrums as a cry for help; an unmet need. Your child is trying to communicate
a feeling to you, and the only way they know how is by screaming, crying or
even trying to kick or hit. Don’t allow them to hurt anyone, but show them that
it’s okay to have those feelings, and to let them out safely. Did you know that
crying is a GREAT way to release negative emotions? It dispels tension and
anxiety – it can solve a problem all on its own, sometimes everyone just needs
a good cry. Just ask Dane Cook – this is one of the best sketches I’ve ever
seen. No matter how you feel about him as a comedian, this is genuinely a great
sketch about the nuances of needing a good cry. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4uTFBKiE18Y
“I did my best!”
Simply put, I’ve never given a time out or
a spanking (a spanking, if you can call what I did a spanking, has happened
maybe….twice in the last 6 years, by the way.
I’ve ALWAYS hated hitting.) and felt accomplished or effective. I felt
about ten times worse, and it never solved the problem. Give yourself a time out every once in a while
before you react. Breathe and remember that your kids love you, and are looking
to your cues for guidance on how to behave. There’s my rant on punishment. On to
some of the lighter things I’ve learned.
4.
Bedtime
is one of the most important times to connect. Honestly, I don’t know what
it is about bedtime. Maybe it’s because all the chaos of the day has finally
died down. Maybe it’s because baby sister is in bed and the boys have my full
attention, but I have never felt more connected to my kids than when I am
reading them their story and having cuddle time. (The latter is especially important!
DO IT!) The lights are out, we are snuggling and whispering, and we both get to
decompress and talk about our day. Even more so, we get to talk about other
things that they only feel comfortable discussing after lights out. Sometimes I
get more information and tidbits about things happening at school, sometimes I
get fun, new things that Ash wants to try at arts and crafts time the next day.
Pillow talk is therapeutic and can really get your kids to open up to you and
feel safe. Rushing through the bedtime routine to finally get to my “me” time
really takes away some special bonding that only happens right before bed. I’ve
found that starting bed time a half hour earlier allows for me to get the time
in with them I need, while also having the same amount of time for myself.
Honestly, I highly recommend trying it for a week. I guarantee your child’s
behavior will improve, as will your relationship with them.
5.
Reconnecting with my own childhood. Legos,
Candyland, Rugrats, Ninja Turtles, Sonic the Hedgehog, Lucky Charms, Memory, Charlie
and the Chocolate Factory, Dr. Seuss oh, my! I love the nostalgia that comes
along with raising kids. Some of the stuff is way different than when I was a
kid, most of it is not. Kids still love playing outside, they love playing
pretend and they love characters. Over time, this has not changed. Yes, there
is a “screens” obsession these days that has 2 year-olds playing with apps on
iPads, but the fundamental desires are still the same, I think. As a kid, I
wanted nothing more than to go outside and play with sticks, climb a tree or
run through the woods exploring. Pretending to be a superhero or a pirate or
Buzz Lightyear. TV time and watching movies was great, but summer breaks were
spent on my bike and in the woods. My kids want the same thing, and Steve and I
have found more often than not that the feeling comes right back and we
actually enjoy ourselves. Get outside and start using your imagination with
your kids. Who cares if it’s raining and cold? Bundle up and pretend you’re in
a storm on the high seas. It’s good for both of you – mentally and physically.
6.
My house will never be clean. I just read an
article about being a mother and things to remember, and one that really
resonated with me was this: Your house will never look like a magazine spread.
This is such a hard concept for me to grasp. I am irrationally neurotic about
cleaning, and it’s driven me to the brink of insanity many times. Even if I
cleaned vigorously 7 days a week, my house would still never look like I want
it to. Go ahead and try it. Set your kids in front of the tube for the day or
send them to Grandma’s. Spend all day cleaning and feel super accomplished at
the end of the day. Then bring your kids home and watch them undo every last
bit of it over the course of three hours. Watch someone fling an applesauce cup
on everything within a six foot radius. Watch your little guy miss the toilet
completely when he goes potty. Watch Dad spill pancake mix all over the
counter, and watch a kid who is adding the blueberries to said pancake mix step
on one and track it across the carpet. Now ask yourself if your effort was
worth it.
It’s time to embrace the décor style “Toys ‘R’
Us Chic”. And “Bathroom perpetually smells like pee chic”, and my favorite regarding
dirty clothes on the floor: “If it only smells marginally bad, go ahead and
wear it chic”. (This goes for both
child and adult.) I am fortunate enough to have friends who probably don’t give
any f’s about the state of my house, but I fear I will always worry about the
crumbs in the fridge and microwave. About the stains on the carpet and the toys
all over the floor. The dog hair all over our couches. Honestly, one of the
only things that keeps me sane is that one day, all three of them will be in
school all day, and they will essentially only have about six hours a day to
really mess shit up. That and also that one day I can cut my losses and just
sell the house. Let some other poor sap deal with all the damage.
So that’s some of the main things
I’ve learned from having kids. What about you? What sort of things (good or
bad) have you learned from your kids, or nieces and nephews, or even grandkids?
Every stage of childhood brings new lessons, and sometimes it takes about 20
years before we finally learn them. Just remember that someday these brats will
give you grandchildren, and you will have it all figured out, and you can give
them all kinds of unsolicited advice because you lived through it already and
you know what you’re talking about, dammit!
