If you notice my handy little baby ticker at the top of my blog, you will see that little Scarlett will be here in approximately 69 days. 69 DAYS! I must admit, in some ways I am so ready. I (strangely) am not one of those people that LOVES being pregnant. At this point, I feel like a house that waddles everywhere and I can’t wait to not pee every 10-15 minutes and wear a belt. And the heat…. Don’t even get me started. But, I kind of have “new parent” jitters a little. I have a confession……. I don’t solidly remember what it is like to have a newborn. *Gasp* I mean, it is probably a bit like riding a bike and every baby is different, but truly, I have to reach pretty far back to remember specific details about Porter’s early days. It seems like a whole life ago.
I have different mama friends email and contact me a lot with various questions. And, I kind of laugh to myself when they come rolling in. Silly rabbits, I am NO expert. In fact, most days I’m a mess (or my house is, pick your pleasure). I get frustrated with my tantruming son, I argue with my husband and I feel like I can never quite do anything well enough because I am doing so much. But I really love my life and I really, really love my family. Most days, it is great. I get the “I don’t know how you do it all” a lot from acquaintance type people. My internal response is, “ummm, I don’t”. But I smile and nod and say “oh, I don’t know, one day at a time”. But I try really hard every day. I try to be the best version of myself possible. But I fail and fall short a ton. Sooooo, add another little human in the mix and this Type A-ish planner mom starts to hyperventilate. I feel like a newbie all over again. How do you have a newborn again??
I haven’t nursed in almost a year. I had some major issues with it even though I loved it. A newborn nurses 10-12 times a day. *duh* I knew that…… I just forgot. How do I squeeze that in?! Oh and did you know, newborns don’t take two naps and the same 11 hours at night like P man has for the last 8 months. (Insert sarcasm here) Yeah, I knew that too. I will be at the mercy of a little tiny being. All. the. time. I converse several times a week with different new mommies about these same issues. Exhaustion, pumping, relationships, hormones. Oh and I know it is worth it. New babies are the BEST things on Earth (along with cinnamon rolls and Mexican food). I love squishy, new bugs. I just forgot I am having one. She will actually be a real live, newborn baby with all that comes with. Yes, I did this once before. God only knows how. I told a mama friend just last night that there were times I took the “lets just get through this and screw what doctors, books, parents and advice says, I need sleep and insanity is the only other option”. There were times Porter spent the first part of the night in his car seat next to us (I know, I know, gasp, shock, awe) because for some reason that was the ONLY place he would not cry and actually slept. I’m pretty sure Neil has come dangerously close to falling asleep while bouncing on my yoga ball with a teeny Porter in his arms. We have done the “is he breathing? Ok, awesome, don’t touch him” thing and left him to sleep wherever he was at. Neil and I have had the oh- so- fun- fight when Porter was 3 weeks old and Neil came home to a house that was torn apart, an unshowered mom and baby and said “ um, what did you do all day?” BOOM! Explosion. Mama meltdown. **Side note; that was really early on, Neil knows now not to ask such things. He learned quickly because he easily does half the baby work. He knows as well as I do how much work being a parent is. He is a really involved, amazing daddy that puts up with this crazy mama a lot.**
And that was with one. One baby. Nothing else to do but my one baby and I still don’t know how we made it through. Now I start all over…..but with a toddler. That tantrums, is a wild man and is the cutest busiest little thing ever. How will I re-learn everything and still do all that I can’t seem to do now?! Cue breathing into a paper bag. I dunno what I was expecting….. I guess to throw the wee one in a wrap and away we go. Maybe it will go that way. Who knows? Maybe I have super mom syndrome and some things will just have to give. But what will that do to my psyche? I like taking showers and having a clean house. Can I still do (not do) it all?? What gives?
Don’t misunderstand me. I am so, unbelievably stoked to have my baby girl join our family. I make Neil listen in great detail to all my plans for Christmas time and all the things we are gonna do as a family of 4. I can’t wait. It isn’t her I second guess, she is perfect. It is me. I wanna be the best wife, mama, person who plays accountant, friend, home maker etc. etc. that I can be. I am hoping I can be all those things for her and still be those things for Porter and hope that there is something left for Neil. I’m scared I’ll fall short. I’m scared I already do. So I tell myself what I have told my friends. Plenty of women have walked this path before me and been just fine. I will figure it out as I go, just as I did once before. I am NO expert. But I don’t need to be. All I can be is me and hope that will be enough. And also hope, from time to time, that one of my fellow mama friends pours me a big ‘ol glass of red wine and tells me I am doing great and greasy hair and no makeup is the new black.
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Thursday, July 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
A Love Affair with Paper
Ok I realize this makes me slightly obsessive and a tad OCD but I love all things organizational and paper related. As a child, school supplies we my most favorite thing. Nothing like freshly sharpened pencils and cracking a fresh notebook, right?! Ok, maybe that is just me. But, you can't fault me for needing wanting an o so sassy way to keep my meal plans, work plans, yoga, budget stuff, date nights (what are those?), Porter stuff all in one place. So, upon examining one of my other obsessions, blogs (particularly blogs that have to do with DIY house decorating or organization), I discovered Erin Condren and her super popular "life planner". She is a girl after my own heart. She gets to sit around and design paper and school supplies (among other things) all.day.long! Wish I knew that job existed when I was little! But I love her bright, airy and personalized style. SO, I obsessed about it for about a week and then dove in and ordered it. I love the family picture and the laminated cover with our names on it. So cute! Hey, this busy mama has to keep it all together in style!
Friday, October 8, 2010
Be The Change You Want To See.....
I have thought about writing this post for a few days now. It has taken me that long to simmer and think about what I want to say. I have read several articles and blog posts, and now that I am a parent, it becomes much more relevant, but I thought far enough off in time that I wouldn’t think about it.
Bullying.
Sigh. Big sigh. I didn’t expect the subject matter to get under my skin so much. But it did. For me, bullying was not very much of an issue in my life. I have, however, always had self esteem issues, bullying… not so much. In middle school, there was a scary, super tall girl at least two grades ahead of me that kinda terrorized me, but that didn’t last long. I had to think about it to even remember it. I wasn’t exempt from being embarrassed or picked on, but it all existed within the realm of normal growing pains. Example: I was a 34D by the time I was in 7th grade, while this may seem enviable, I can assure you at 13 yrs old, I was embarrassed and resented my breasts for calling that kind of harassing attention. But again, nothing major. I never really realized till now how fortunate I was in that regard. I wasn’t really bullied, but I was NEVER a bully either. I am sure many people will roll their eyes when they read this part, but I guess I was kind of on the “top” (not that I believe that this is a real place to be mind you) of the social food chain, per se. I was super outgoing and pretty popular, not the most popular, but those people were usually close friends of mine. I was a cheerleader, on homecoming court, student council, a straight A student. I drove a two year old car when I turned 16, I was a debutante, my parents were wealthy and my house had 6 bathrooms in it. Are you puking yet? It’s ok, I probably would too. Trust me, I am not that girl anymore, she has been gone for about 10 years now. Ok….. maybe not gone, but evolved, much more self aware and self made. I was probably snobby, yes, but never a bully. (again another thing that has been somewhat self corrected…. Hopefully :) I guess maybe I didn’t possess the “typical” characteristics of those that are bullied or more that I knew the “right” people. It was never a part of my awareness or social setting. I was lucky. Boy was I lucky.
In my adult life, I am much less bold and more on the outskirts. Life events have turned me into someone MUCH less confident. I struggled (and still do) with finding myself and figuring out what I want out of my life. I am often somewhere in the middle. Currently, that middle place deals with family/kids and is between mainstream and “crunchy.” I am not extreme on either one, probably a little more crunchy. I can appreciate a traditional and more progressive family structure, again I like the middle. Sometimes I wish I was more one way or another, more black and white. I exist in the shades of gray and I am working on appreciating that about myself.
It occurred to me that Neil and I serve our son on mostly basic physical and emotional needs. We comfort him when he is crying, which is usually due to being tired, hungry, wet or in pain (took a tumble, incoming teeth etc.) . We have not yet had to comfort him because someone didn’t want to be his friend or pushed him down. Now, there are few things I know for sure, but I know that Neil and I are good parents…. for now. Our world revolves around our boy. We do everything, would give anything to make sure that he is happy, healthy and safe. That is all we have had to do so far, and so far we have succeeded beyond our expectations. Our reward: a happy, healthy, active, jovial, affectionate ray of sunshine. Blessings abound.
This week, after watching news stories of children killing themselves and reading articles on the subject, I started to wonder….. what if my son is a bully? I don’t think parents of all bullies set out to raise their children to have self hate in their hearts, perhaps those parents hate themselves. I dunno, but I wonder. What if Porter is bullied? How will I create an environment that he knows he can come to Neil and I about anything and that we will always love him? Furthermore, how will I teach him to love himself, stand up for himself and have the courage to defend those weaker? How can I/we teach him to be a good man? Someone sensitive but not a sissy, confident but not arrogant, secure in his beliefs yet open minded. How will I do that? My new favorite blog, Single Dad Laughing ( I HIGHLY recommend this for anyone, top picks, You Just Broke your Kid, Congratulations and Memoirs of a Bullied Kid, read them you won’t regret it) talks about his experiences as a parent and his childhood, which was riddled with pretty severe bullying. Neil and I have discussed these at length and it is becoming more apparent that children become what you do not what you say. Both of us being stubborn hot heads…… have some work to do. Gulp. Yes that’s right, we need to be actual grown ups. Gulp again.
I think the best approach that I can take, as a parent (and wife), is to become a kinder, more self-actualized, forgiving person myself. Forgiving of myself as well as forgiving of others. I need to be more real, my children (God willing) do not need perfection from me, they need guidance. I will fail, inevitably, but it is how I pick back up that is important. Tiny eyes are watching. I never thought about the awesomeness of that particular responsibility. I am (as is Neil) on the permanent watch of the little people we have in our house. We will teach them, not just with our words, but more so in our actions. I feel it is my duty to the world to do everything in my power to make sure I turn out good hearted, contributing children.
I thought for days about how I can do this, what parent books I could read, or talk to the mothers I admire (Stephanie, Rose, Tatiana, my Grandma, Aunt Kristen, Step mom, Mother in Law…. to name a few). Then it dawned on me. They would only tell me what worked for them. And just as I am not a carbon copy of them, my family isn’t either. I would get advice, not answers. So, the largest part is on me and of course my husband. I must be a kinder hearted person. I must be more sensitive, confident not arrogant, secure but open minded. I’ll have to love myself more so that I have more to give. If I want my kids to make the world a better place, I need to have the same expectation of myself. What can I do to show them? To teach them not tell them. While this may seem like a fairly easy concept to grasp, I never thought about it with as much seriousness as I do now. Children are dying, taking their own lives and crying alone in terror. Will one of them be mine? I sure as hell hope not. I’m sure many of these have parents of these children that have died loved them, would do anything for them…. How will I make sure that I am different? I’m not sure that I can 100%. And that terrifies me. But it is my mission to try my heart out.
I have read the following paragraphs about ten times. From Single Dad Laughing, “You Just Broke Your Child. Congratulations” I have gone back over and over it the last few days and read them. This resonates with me. I replace the word “dads” with “parents”.
(from Single Dad Laughing...)
Dads. It's time to show our sons how to properly treat a woman. It's time to show our daughters how a girl should expect be treated. It's time to show forgiveness and compassion. It's time to show our children empathy. It's time to break social norms and teach a healthier way of life! It's time to teach good gender roles and to ditch the unnecessary ones. Does it really matter if your son likes the color pink? Is it going to hurt anybody? Do you not see the damage it inflicts to tell a boy that there is something wrong with him because he likes a certain color? Do we not see the damage we do in labeling our girls "tom boys" or our boys "feminine" just because they have their own likes and opinions on things? Things that really don't matter?
Dads. Speak softly to your sons. Speak calmly to your daughters. Who do you want your child to be? Do you want him to be the kid at school that sits by himself with absolutely no friends or self esteem? Or do you want him to be the kid running for class office and feeling like he deserves to win it? Do we not see that we have the power to give that to our children? Do we not see that we have the power to teach our children the tools of societal survival?
Dads. Do we not see the influence we have when we say we believe in one thing, but our children see us living something else? Do we not realize how little we encourage our children to actually decide what they believe, declare what they believe, and then live by it? Whether it's religion, politics, sports, or societal norms. It is not our place to tell our kids what to think. It is our place to teach our kids to think correctly. If we do this, we need have no fear of what they will decide for themselves and how strongly they'll stand behind it. A man will follow his own convictions to his death, but he'll only follow another man's convictions until he steps in manure.
This is how I want to parent. I want to teach so that my children are led by their hearts and their own convictions. I am going to serve as a humble leader/example while they are in my house, but eventually, they will fly away. I NEED to know that I have done the things listed in these paragraphs. It will be the crowing achievement of my life. If I can manage this, my children will not be part of the bullied or bullies themselves. Furthermore, they will be brave and have courage to stand up for what is right not what is popular. Who knows….. by standing up once for someone being picked on, my children could potentially be saving a child by sharing the light of their kindness. Giving someone else worth and validation that they do exist and that they do matter. That is all anyone wants, really. It is becoming increasingly apparent that this behavior is so desperately needed, children are dying, bringing guns to school and killing themselves. This is important. The answer lies in us.
Even in adulthood, I am continuing to learn you need to give to get and in the end only kindness matters. People will forget what you say but not how you made them feel. What prompted me to write this was the SDL, post “Memoirs of a Bullied Kid.” I read this section and immediately teared up at the raw truth and realized my responsibility to my son’s mental/emotional health.
I am going on thirty-one years old. I have spent the second half of my life studying self-esteem, self-love, and self-mastery. In the last several years, I have been blessed with the perspective to look back at those "horrible" years, and realize that the bullying I was receiving was simply the symptom of the bullying that the bullies were receiving in their own lives, whether it was their family, other bullies, or the "Perfection" going on around them. You see, I've learned one universal truth. People who love themselves, don't hurt other people. The more we hate ourselves, the more we want others to suffer. Every bully that bullied me (and by the end of junior high there were at least a dozen of them) was a desperate and hurting individual. The victim of something going on around them. A soul that was probably crying in solitude as often as I was, even if the crying was silent.
And so, I will ask you now to not hate the bullies. Experience tells me that hating them, or being angry with them, will always make it worse. Instead, put your arm around them. Love them. Tell them that they are valuable. Tell them that you expect great things from them. They will stop the bullying. They will stop, because they will start to love themselves. And people who love themselves don't bully others.
And with the bullies, it's really that simple. If they actually believe that somebody loves them and believes in them, they will love themselves, they will become better people, and many will even become saviors to the bullied.
If you are a parent to a child who is less than kind to other kids, I'd very much suggest you read my post from last week, You just broke your child. Congratulations. In fact, every parent should read it. As much as we may not want to mentally go there, a lot of the problem may lie in us. If the problem doesn't, the solution does. We all must understand that we have the obligation, as parents, to help our kids love themselves.
Now, let's talk about the bullied. If you haven't noticed, it's not generally the bullies that are killing themselves, slaughtering their schoolmates, or building bombs in their bedrooms. It's the bullied that are doing that. And my heart literally is pounding through my chest right now because I know just how easy it would have been to prevent most of these incidents. I also know all too well, the consuming thoughts that constantly go through the minds of the bullied.
Please.
So many kids would still be alive right now, if somebody, anybody, would have done something. So many beautiful, incredible, wonderful souls would still be walking among us if somebody, anybody, would have done something.
And what is that something that you and I must do?
Part of the answer is a mother putting her arm around her daughter over and over again, until she is not able to keep from telling the truth about why she is sad, quiet, or angry.
Part of the answer is a father starting a fun project or taking his son fishing for some one on one time. Enough hours under the hood of a car or on the bank of a river will always bring out desperate truths.
Part of the answer is a grandfather taking his grandchild out for ice cream and simply asking how the other kids treat her at school. For some reason, good grandparents can usually cut straight to the point.
Part of the answer is a teacher doing more than simply telling the bullies to stop. The answer is a warm hand on her pupil's shoulder, a listening ear, warm words of importance, and then finding a reason for the child to come back the next day, and the next, until that child knows that his presence is cherished.
Part of the answer is a youth director dedicating an entire night to the topic of bullying, and what each child can do when they are the ones being bullied, what to do if they see people being bullied, or what they can change if they realize that they themselves are guilty of bullying others.
And while each of those small parts of the answer are crucial, there is one big part to the answer.
Peers. Classmates. Fellow pupils. Did you know that you each have more power over healing the bullied and the bullies than anyone on earth. More than their parents. More than their religious leaders. More than their teachers. The majority of the answer lies in you, and it's simple.
The answer is as simple as you having the courage to find the kid who just got bullied and telling her, "don't listen to those guys. My friends and I are always talking about how awesome you are."
The answer is as simple as you having the courage to then invite her to sit with you at lunch. And it will take courage.
The answer is as simple as you having the courage to find the bully, and in private telling him that you don't understand why he's doing that, because you always thought he was a bigger person than that.
The answer is as simple as you having the courage to find the bully, and in private ask her if she's had a rough day. Care about her. Tell her you were wondering because of the way she was treating your classmate, and you feel she may be misunderstood. You will be amazed what you will learn.
The answer is as simple as you having the courage to find the boy who just got shoved or tripped and asking him if there is anything you can do to help him. You see, just knowing that you care will plant seeds for his own courage to blossom.
The answer is as simple as you.
The answer is as simple as you having the courage.
Do you have courage like that? I hope so. I don't want to see any more kids die……
This concept has had a profound impact on me and the way I intend to parent. Thank goodness I can work on myself for a bit before Porter reaches an age when we may have to deal with such things. “…I have leaned one universal truth. People that love themselves don’t hurt other people.” This struck me to the core. This is my truth and my lesson. To love more and hurt less. To be more kind and to have more courage. God has blessed me with an angel in baby boy form and I owe it to him. I owe him my best and I have to try and try hard. I will need to take personal accountability for many things I have not wanted to. I will need to heal. But this is my blessing. My family has humbled me into these discoveries and makes me love them even more. It is out of love for them that I am pushed beyond my previous notions of what a parent “should” be. So I’ll put the challenge out to everyone who may be gracious enough to read this far. Be kinder than necessary. Be intentional. Say nice things. Hug a child. Forgive yourself. Try harder. Make someone else’s day better, everyday. Maybe we all have some healing to do.
“Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves. “
-James M. Barrie
Bullying.
Sigh. Big sigh. I didn’t expect the subject matter to get under my skin so much. But it did. For me, bullying was not very much of an issue in my life. I have, however, always had self esteem issues, bullying… not so much. In middle school, there was a scary, super tall girl at least two grades ahead of me that kinda terrorized me, but that didn’t last long. I had to think about it to even remember it. I wasn’t exempt from being embarrassed or picked on, but it all existed within the realm of normal growing pains. Example: I was a 34D by the time I was in 7th grade, while this may seem enviable, I can assure you at 13 yrs old, I was embarrassed and resented my breasts for calling that kind of harassing attention. But again, nothing major. I never really realized till now how fortunate I was in that regard. I wasn’t really bullied, but I was NEVER a bully either. I am sure many people will roll their eyes when they read this part, but I guess I was kind of on the “top” (not that I believe that this is a real place to be mind you) of the social food chain, per se. I was super outgoing and pretty popular, not the most popular, but those people were usually close friends of mine. I was a cheerleader, on homecoming court, student council, a straight A student. I drove a two year old car when I turned 16, I was a debutante, my parents were wealthy and my house had 6 bathrooms in it. Are you puking yet? It’s ok, I probably would too. Trust me, I am not that girl anymore, she has been gone for about 10 years now. Ok….. maybe not gone, but evolved, much more self aware and self made. I was probably snobby, yes, but never a bully. (again another thing that has been somewhat self corrected…. Hopefully :) I guess maybe I didn’t possess the “typical” characteristics of those that are bullied or more that I knew the “right” people. It was never a part of my awareness or social setting. I was lucky. Boy was I lucky.
In my adult life, I am much less bold and more on the outskirts. Life events have turned me into someone MUCH less confident. I struggled (and still do) with finding myself and figuring out what I want out of my life. I am often somewhere in the middle. Currently, that middle place deals with family/kids and is between mainstream and “crunchy.” I am not extreme on either one, probably a little more crunchy. I can appreciate a traditional and more progressive family structure, again I like the middle. Sometimes I wish I was more one way or another, more black and white. I exist in the shades of gray and I am working on appreciating that about myself.
It occurred to me that Neil and I serve our son on mostly basic physical and emotional needs. We comfort him when he is crying, which is usually due to being tired, hungry, wet or in pain (took a tumble, incoming teeth etc.) . We have not yet had to comfort him because someone didn’t want to be his friend or pushed him down. Now, there are few things I know for sure, but I know that Neil and I are good parents…. for now. Our world revolves around our boy. We do everything, would give anything to make sure that he is happy, healthy and safe. That is all we have had to do so far, and so far we have succeeded beyond our expectations. Our reward: a happy, healthy, active, jovial, affectionate ray of sunshine. Blessings abound.
This week, after watching news stories of children killing themselves and reading articles on the subject, I started to wonder….. what if my son is a bully? I don’t think parents of all bullies set out to raise their children to have self hate in their hearts, perhaps those parents hate themselves. I dunno, but I wonder. What if Porter is bullied? How will I create an environment that he knows he can come to Neil and I about anything and that we will always love him? Furthermore, how will I teach him to love himself, stand up for himself and have the courage to defend those weaker? How can I/we teach him to be a good man? Someone sensitive but not a sissy, confident but not arrogant, secure in his beliefs yet open minded. How will I do that? My new favorite blog, Single Dad Laughing ( I HIGHLY recommend this for anyone, top picks, You Just Broke your Kid, Congratulations and Memoirs of a Bullied Kid, read them you won’t regret it) talks about his experiences as a parent and his childhood, which was riddled with pretty severe bullying. Neil and I have discussed these at length and it is becoming more apparent that children become what you do not what you say. Both of us being stubborn hot heads…… have some work to do. Gulp. Yes that’s right, we need to be actual grown ups. Gulp again.
I think the best approach that I can take, as a parent (and wife), is to become a kinder, more self-actualized, forgiving person myself. Forgiving of myself as well as forgiving of others. I need to be more real, my children (God willing) do not need perfection from me, they need guidance. I will fail, inevitably, but it is how I pick back up that is important. Tiny eyes are watching. I never thought about the awesomeness of that particular responsibility. I am (as is Neil) on the permanent watch of the little people we have in our house. We will teach them, not just with our words, but more so in our actions. I feel it is my duty to the world to do everything in my power to make sure I turn out good hearted, contributing children.
I thought for days about how I can do this, what parent books I could read, or talk to the mothers I admire (Stephanie, Rose, Tatiana, my Grandma, Aunt Kristen, Step mom, Mother in Law…. to name a few). Then it dawned on me. They would only tell me what worked for them. And just as I am not a carbon copy of them, my family isn’t either. I would get advice, not answers. So, the largest part is on me and of course my husband. I must be a kinder hearted person. I must be more sensitive, confident not arrogant, secure but open minded. I’ll have to love myself more so that I have more to give. If I want my kids to make the world a better place, I need to have the same expectation of myself. What can I do to show them? To teach them not tell them. While this may seem like a fairly easy concept to grasp, I never thought about it with as much seriousness as I do now. Children are dying, taking their own lives and crying alone in terror. Will one of them be mine? I sure as hell hope not. I’m sure many of these have parents of these children that have died loved them, would do anything for them…. How will I make sure that I am different? I’m not sure that I can 100%. And that terrifies me. But it is my mission to try my heart out.
I have read the following paragraphs about ten times. From Single Dad Laughing, “You Just Broke Your Child. Congratulations” I have gone back over and over it the last few days and read them. This resonates with me. I replace the word “dads” with “parents”.
(from Single Dad Laughing...)
Dads. It's time to show our sons how to properly treat a woman. It's time to show our daughters how a girl should expect be treated. It's time to show forgiveness and compassion. It's time to show our children empathy. It's time to break social norms and teach a healthier way of life! It's time to teach good gender roles and to ditch the unnecessary ones. Does it really matter if your son likes the color pink? Is it going to hurt anybody? Do you not see the damage it inflicts to tell a boy that there is something wrong with him because he likes a certain color? Do we not see the damage we do in labeling our girls "tom boys" or our boys "feminine" just because they have their own likes and opinions on things? Things that really don't matter?
Dads. Speak softly to your sons. Speak calmly to your daughters. Who do you want your child to be? Do you want him to be the kid at school that sits by himself with absolutely no friends or self esteem? Or do you want him to be the kid running for class office and feeling like he deserves to win it? Do we not see that we have the power to give that to our children? Do we not see that we have the power to teach our children the tools of societal survival?
Dads. Do we not see the influence we have when we say we believe in one thing, but our children see us living something else? Do we not realize how little we encourage our children to actually decide what they believe, declare what they believe, and then live by it? Whether it's religion, politics, sports, or societal norms. It is not our place to tell our kids what to think. It is our place to teach our kids to think correctly. If we do this, we need have no fear of what they will decide for themselves and how strongly they'll stand behind it. A man will follow his own convictions to his death, but he'll only follow another man's convictions until he steps in manure.
This is how I want to parent. I want to teach so that my children are led by their hearts and their own convictions. I am going to serve as a humble leader/example while they are in my house, but eventually, they will fly away. I NEED to know that I have done the things listed in these paragraphs. It will be the crowing achievement of my life. If I can manage this, my children will not be part of the bullied or bullies themselves. Furthermore, they will be brave and have courage to stand up for what is right not what is popular. Who knows….. by standing up once for someone being picked on, my children could potentially be saving a child by sharing the light of their kindness. Giving someone else worth and validation that they do exist and that they do matter. That is all anyone wants, really. It is becoming increasingly apparent that this behavior is so desperately needed, children are dying, bringing guns to school and killing themselves. This is important. The answer lies in us.
Even in adulthood, I am continuing to learn you need to give to get and in the end only kindness matters. People will forget what you say but not how you made them feel. What prompted me to write this was the SDL, post “Memoirs of a Bullied Kid.” I read this section and immediately teared up at the raw truth and realized my responsibility to my son’s mental/emotional health.
I am going on thirty-one years old. I have spent the second half of my life studying self-esteem, self-love, and self-mastery. In the last several years, I have been blessed with the perspective to look back at those "horrible" years, and realize that the bullying I was receiving was simply the symptom of the bullying that the bullies were receiving in their own lives, whether it was their family, other bullies, or the "Perfection" going on around them. You see, I've learned one universal truth. People who love themselves, don't hurt other people. The more we hate ourselves, the more we want others to suffer. Every bully that bullied me (and by the end of junior high there were at least a dozen of them) was a desperate and hurting individual. The victim of something going on around them. A soul that was probably crying in solitude as often as I was, even if the crying was silent.
And so, I will ask you now to not hate the bullies. Experience tells me that hating them, or being angry with them, will always make it worse. Instead, put your arm around them. Love them. Tell them that they are valuable. Tell them that you expect great things from them. They will stop the bullying. They will stop, because they will start to love themselves. And people who love themselves don't bully others.
And with the bullies, it's really that simple. If they actually believe that somebody loves them and believes in them, they will love themselves, they will become better people, and many will even become saviors to the bullied.
If you are a parent to a child who is less than kind to other kids, I'd very much suggest you read my post from last week, You just broke your child. Congratulations. In fact, every parent should read it. As much as we may not want to mentally go there, a lot of the problem may lie in us. If the problem doesn't, the solution does. We all must understand that we have the obligation, as parents, to help our kids love themselves.
Now, let's talk about the bullied. If you haven't noticed, it's not generally the bullies that are killing themselves, slaughtering their schoolmates, or building bombs in their bedrooms. It's the bullied that are doing that. And my heart literally is pounding through my chest right now because I know just how easy it would have been to prevent most of these incidents. I also know all too well, the consuming thoughts that constantly go through the minds of the bullied.
Please.
So many kids would still be alive right now, if somebody, anybody, would have done something. So many beautiful, incredible, wonderful souls would still be walking among us if somebody, anybody, would have done something.
And what is that something that you and I must do?
Part of the answer is a mother putting her arm around her daughter over and over again, until she is not able to keep from telling the truth about why she is sad, quiet, or angry.
Part of the answer is a father starting a fun project or taking his son fishing for some one on one time. Enough hours under the hood of a car or on the bank of a river will always bring out desperate truths.
Part of the answer is a grandfather taking his grandchild out for ice cream and simply asking how the other kids treat her at school. For some reason, good grandparents can usually cut straight to the point.
Part of the answer is a teacher doing more than simply telling the bullies to stop. The answer is a warm hand on her pupil's shoulder, a listening ear, warm words of importance, and then finding a reason for the child to come back the next day, and the next, until that child knows that his presence is cherished.
Part of the answer is a youth director dedicating an entire night to the topic of bullying, and what each child can do when they are the ones being bullied, what to do if they see people being bullied, or what they can change if they realize that they themselves are guilty of bullying others.
And while each of those small parts of the answer are crucial, there is one big part to the answer.
Peers. Classmates. Fellow pupils. Did you know that you each have more power over healing the bullied and the bullies than anyone on earth. More than their parents. More than their religious leaders. More than their teachers. The majority of the answer lies in you, and it's simple.
The answer is as simple as you having the courage to find the kid who just got bullied and telling her, "don't listen to those guys. My friends and I are always talking about how awesome you are."
The answer is as simple as you having the courage to then invite her to sit with you at lunch. And it will take courage.
The answer is as simple as you having the courage to find the bully, and in private telling him that you don't understand why he's doing that, because you always thought he was a bigger person than that.
The answer is as simple as you having the courage to find the bully, and in private ask her if she's had a rough day. Care about her. Tell her you were wondering because of the way she was treating your classmate, and you feel she may be misunderstood. You will be amazed what you will learn.
The answer is as simple as you having the courage to find the boy who just got shoved or tripped and asking him if there is anything you can do to help him. You see, just knowing that you care will plant seeds for his own courage to blossom.
The answer is as simple as you.
The answer is as simple as you having the courage.
Do you have courage like that? I hope so. I don't want to see any more kids die……
This concept has had a profound impact on me and the way I intend to parent. Thank goodness I can work on myself for a bit before Porter reaches an age when we may have to deal with such things. “…I have leaned one universal truth. People that love themselves don’t hurt other people.” This struck me to the core. This is my truth and my lesson. To love more and hurt less. To be more kind and to have more courage. God has blessed me with an angel in baby boy form and I owe it to him. I owe him my best and I have to try and try hard. I will need to take personal accountability for many things I have not wanted to. I will need to heal. But this is my blessing. My family has humbled me into these discoveries and makes me love them even more. It is out of love for them that I am pushed beyond my previous notions of what a parent “should” be. So I’ll put the challenge out to everyone who may be gracious enough to read this far. Be kinder than necessary. Be intentional. Say nice things. Hug a child. Forgive yourself. Try harder. Make someone else’s day better, everyday. Maybe we all have some healing to do.
“Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves. “
-James M. Barrie
Sunday, October 3, 2010
My Budding Foodie......
I know what people will think, that this is probably a first born only thing, but I am super super picky about what goes into Porter's diet. Knowing the childhood obesity rates and struggling with food myself my whole life, I want to put my best foot forward in regard to my children (and husband's) health. So, I exclusively breast fed him till almost 7 months and fully weaned him at 8 months. I would have loved to have nursed him a full year, but pumping at work became very difficult and I just couldn't keep up. Next baby I will though. But, I am hoping that it set him on a path for a healthy childhood.
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| Neil helped me with this part |
I get most of my baby recipes from wholesomebabyfood.com, and I modify as I see fit. Most times, a few hours two Saturdays a month, yields me a whole month's baby food. I roast everything in Pyrex in the oven for about 30 minutes, sprinkle some cinnamon and vanilla over the fruit (babies like tasty food too!), throw the fruit, veggies and all kinds of mixes in my food processor and VOILA baby food! I use ice cube trays, freeze it and store in labelled Zip Lock bags. When needed I just microwave and it is good to go. Works great for taking to the baby sitters too. I am hoping that I can do this for all my babies. It is such a great thing to share with your children. Porter gets all sorts of combinations. Tonight, I made him papaya/plum/peach, chicken/peach/carrot/organic yogurt, banana/avocado/peach/plum and lots of different stuff. I like exposing him to all kinds of flavors. Plums are his favorite. After baking, I can even leave the skin on and it processes right down perfectly. All in all, it is fun and easy. We are working on tooth number four now so more complex finger foods and "meals" are on the horizon.
So, there is a glimpse in our weekly food making ritual. So far, it has worked out as our almost 8 mo old baby has ate and drank his way to 20 + healthy, beautiful pounds! Love that chub-ba, chub-ba!
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