Chop, Chop

This is much shorter than I ever intended. But this is what happens when a crazy do-it-yourself mama takes scissors to her poor trusting daughter’s hair.

Curly

It’s cute, if only because she’s so darn cute. I didn’t know what the heck I was doing, and it’s pretty obvious when it isn’t all curled up. Click the picture to go through Flickr for alternate views.

She’s happy with it, especially the fact that it doesn’t get tangled and she can brush it all by herself.

Her hair grows fast.

That is all.

Apparently I DO Need Sleep

I’ve never been a good sleeper. Well, as far as I can remember. We’ll have to ask my mom about babyhood, but from about five on, I hated bedtime and it wasn’t because I was just defiant or wanted to stay up. I dreaded going to bed because I couldn’t fall asleep.

Having kids has cured me a lot, though I do still have some nights where I am up for hours. Mostly I can’t turn my mind off — you think I talk a lot here? You wouldn’t believe what goes on in my brain all day long.

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Strengthening Relationships. With Kids. And Deity.

Okay, so I think I found the point of my last post through the comments section. (What blogger doesn’t love the comments section?)

It doesn’t really matter whether kids are technically “rational” or not, achieving cooperation is all about the connection, or feeling, in the relationship. As Nat2 reminded me, since we are the adults, it falls on us to do the majority of the “bridge building” — we are responsible for doing the things that maintain connection.

That can be a lot of work sometimes though, huh?

Then again, it feels like a lot MORE work to try to get my kids to cooperate (without resorting to coercive tactics) — when they’re not connected. When they are, it’s a breeze. So the extra proactive effort is definitely worth it.

Anyway, so this got me thinking about something else; forgive me as I take this post in an entirely different direction.

For any new readers who may not know, I am a Mormon. As members of the LDS church, we talk a lot about building and strengthening our faith in God and how important this is.

I’ve heard critics complain that the list things we are asked to do (pray morning and night and at meals, read scriptures daily, fast, go to the temple, hold Family Home Evenings, do home or visiting teaching, and fulfill our various church callings), either

  • is way too much, you don’t have time to do anything else, or
  • shouldn’t be necessary to maintain faith

My response to the first is just that whenever I am thoughtful enough about making time for those things, my whole life seems to flow smoother and I end up with way more time than I ever have when I’m “too busy” to pray or read my scriptures. (Not that I’m perfect at any of those things, mind you, but honestly, it does make a difference and it is always my experience that doing those things seems to create time, rather than take away from it, if such a thing is possible!)

But the response to the second is so obvious, especially in light of this realization about my relationship with my kids. I have to put in time and effort to build my relationship with them. I have to take the time (and ask my Heavenly Father for the patience) to be thoughtful with them and be willing to slow down, backtrack, be playful or silly or understanding or compassionate.

If I didn’t do those things consistently, life with kids would be utter misery! I would have no relationship to “stand on,” if that makes sense. And I need that relationship in order for (a) my kids to feel connected to me enough to be willing and able to follow my guidance and leadership, and (b) me to feel connected to and loving of them enough have the strength and motivation to continue to be gentle and patient and all the rest!

The same idea applies to my relationship with God (although in a backwards kind of way, as He’s not the one requiring my patience and compassion!) He is open and available always but I must do my part to strengthen my relationship with Him. That’s what I’m doing when I pray to Him and read His words and follow Him by serving His children. And not surprisingly, the more I do those things, the stronger my faith grows and the closer I feel to Him.

How could I expect to have a loving, trusting, strong relationship and faith in my Heavenly Father, if I don’t do any thing to cultivate it and help it grow? In light of what would happen to my relationship with my kids — or my husband, for that matter — if I did nothing to strengthen it, it’s surprising that anyone would question, much less criticize, my need to be diligent in doing those things with God.

Anyway, that’s all for the spiritual enlightenment from me today! I’m off to sew some more diapers, if this baby with the seriously stinky toots sitting on my lap will let me get anything constructive done!

Are they EVER really rational?

Jane woke up in the night completely out of sorts and making all kinds of awful screeching noises. I took her into the living room and sat on the couch, trying, ineffectively, to settle her.

I noticed my irritation was growing so I started telling myself, “Remember, she’s not doing this on purpose. She’s not rational right now.”

Eventually she did calm down and go back to sleep without ever really getting “with it” but the situation spurred a chain of thoughts and I’d love to hear some feedback about this. I said, “She’s not rational right now,” but then, she’s THREE. I don’t know when three-year-olds are EVER truly rational.

At least not in the adult sense of the word. They don’t have all the same developmental-brain-connections-mumbo-jumbo-I-learned-about-in-psychology-once-upon-a-time that adults have. There are still so many stages they have to go through, so many giant cognitive leaps their brains will have to make before they can even remotely think the way we do.

And not to say that little kids don’t think — obviously they do — but it’s just in a different way (and BOY do I wish I could get inside their heads sometimes and see what is really going on!)

So they’re not rational, but of course there are plenty of times when they are acting normal. For my kids, the most happy, “rational,” even mature attitudes are most likely to come out when they are feeling “connected” (as I wrote about here). Like I said in that post a few weeks ago, when they’re connected, they follow my guidance so easily. And when they’re not, well … all bets are off until we get them back somehow.

Anyway, that’s really all — do you think maybe below a certain age, kids are never truly rational? They’re just either “connected” or … not.

Or maybe there are varying degrees of connectedness? Yes, that’s probably the case. I can tell when I’m starting to “lose” my kids — or when they’re starting to lose each other (as their voices start escalating) — and if I hop in and redirect or do something else to reestablish that connection early, it really prevents a lot of discord. Not that I jump in all the time. They do work things out by themselves a lot. But there are certain cues — if you’re a parent you know what I’m talking about — that let you know when it’s probably not going to get better without a bit of adult leadership.

Which reminds me, I’ve been stewing over this idea of leadership a lot lately. Ever since I wrote that post about the great parenting contradiction. I want to write a post on it … but I’m afraid it’s too complicated and I won’t be able to say what I mean very well.

Especially if I write when I’m up past my bedtime. Like tonight. This is going to be one of those posts where I wake up in the morning and think, “Did I really publish that? What the heck was I trying to say anyway?” Sorry! Have a nice night!

Family Hilarity with Broccoli Chicken Cheese Casserole

I received a compliment from Sariah tonight:

Mom, that’s four nights in a row of good dinners!”

Coming from a six-year-old, this is very encouraging.

Especially my six-year-old, who, by the way, was never picky, AT ALL, for about the first four years of her life — seriously, the girl would eat chips with chunky salsa, raw red onions, every kind of vegetable, including squash — everything.

But something switched in her around her fourth birthday and the list of things she does not like has grown steadily since then. It’s so strange to me, I mean, I guess taste buds can change, but this is a bit extreme. To go from happily gnawing on a bit of pungent raw onion to positively gagging when tasting a smidgen of very bland spaghetti squash? It is genuine though, she’s not just being difficult (as I am sometimes wont to assume, I don’t know why, it’s never the case with her).

Anyway, I have hopes that she will outgrow the pickiness. She is already willing to try things that look gross, or that she hasn’t liked in the past. We aren’t pushy about any of it — I think I wrote about our approach somewhere … (Here.) — but she’s old enough that we can reason with her candidly without making her feel pressured (and thus resistant).

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Jane Needs Touch. Re: Love Languages.

I haven’t read the Love Languages book (he has one for children too), but if I had to classify my three-year-old into one of the five categories, hers would definitely be physical touch.

She expresses everything this way. She is very cuddly and has always been one to caress my face with her hands and just generally be huggy and snuggly.

That’s sweet of course. Not so sweet is that she expresses anger, frustration, and sadness physically too, as I’ve blogged about on a few occasions.

But it is helping to realize that she just has a great need for physical contact, because that I can definitely be proactive about.

Lately I’ve been vigilant about fulfilling this need. Like rubbing her arms or back while we read books, or sitting her on my lap and bumping my legs, or just snuggling up with her a little longer before I tuck her in for naps or bedtime.

I also try to notice when she’s getting worked up (and while I wouldn’t say she has a temper exactly, it just doesn’t take much to get her involved physically because, as I said, that is her primary means of expressing herself), and get right down there with her, helping her remember to say what she needs, and give her sister a minute to work something out before going at her!

And go at her she does! Oh man, if I don’t get there in time (or if Sariah doesn’t heed my warnings to “Run! Get away! You are bigger and stronger and faster and you don’t have to be her victim!”) Jane does not let her height disadvantage trip her up for a second. If Sariah is standing up, Jane will wrap her little arms around Sariah’s waist and hang on until Sariah comes down. It’s actually kind of cute to watch, as long as nobody’s getting hurt! It’s just so obvious that Jane is really trying to fulfill her needs for touch as much as anything else. I think she needs lots of wrestling!

(I do step in, by the way, I don’t really just sit idly by watching my kids hurt each other!)

(Also, whenever I write about this, I worry I’m giving the impression that my house is a constant sea of violence or something. We do have normal sibling squabbles, of course, but I seem to give it way more weight on this blog than it deserves. Now if I were to give my chocolate chip cookie obsession the credit it deserves, on the other hand, there would be room for little else. But that would be very boring.)

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Anyway, maybe I should check out that love languages book, anyone have anything to say about it? I think mine is probably “Words of Affection” — I just eat it right up, and, as you can see, I’m not lacking in the “words” department, and they say you tend to express yourself in the same language you receive it best.

Christmas

I know it’s New Years; I have no excuse for my perennial lateness.

Oh wait, yes I do. In the form of three small children. So there!

But look, I uploaded some Christmas fun to Flickr.

Christmas Eve

(Click any of the pictures to get through to Flickr.)

We got the girls a whole bunch of Polly Pockets. (Gotta love Craigslist.)

This is what awaited them . . .

I helped the girls make each other some dolls too. Here’s Mary with hers.

Alien doll

And just for fun, I played around with Picnik on this photo of sleeping Mary.
Asleep

Sleeping Mary. Lately, this has become a bit of a rarity. But we’re getting through it. It seems to happen about once a month — I go crazy and think SOMETHING MUST CHANGE, but before I get around to doing anything about it (as if I knew what to do), it works itself out and I forget about it.

Life is good, I hope you all are enjoying the season!

Extremes

I am such a person of extremes. And I am constantly looking for new, better ways to do things. This makes for a kind of tumultuous, crazy life. I need to slow down and mellow out. Give new ideas a bit of time to settle in my mind before plunging right in, and allowing a little time to work into a new system before abandoning it in favor of the next great thing.

I realized this recently with my house-cleaning ways. You may have seen my recent tweets about how I finally became able to accept that my house won’t always be pristine — and Let It Go? How my house is a mess and, wow, I’m not even freaking out? Yeah, scratch that.

I was able to let it go for a few days — not not cleaning entirely, that would be insane, but just not cleaning all the time, making the kitchen sparkle after every single meal, and so forth.

But then I went right back to my old ways, and when I found myself freaking out over my kids eating food at the table — the table I had just finished wiping down — because I just needed something to be clean and STAY clean for longer than five minutes, I realized I really do need a semblance of order.

The trick for me is not getting all crazy about it. I seem to think there are only two ways of being. I either have to keep everything clean, all the time — which puts me in pretty much constant cleaning mode with three kids and homeschooling — or I have to let it go completely, and wait for the Texas roaches to come clean my kitchen floor for me.

BALANCE.

This is what I need. I need to be okay with, “I’ll try to keep the house clean, I’ll establish specific cleaning times and try to stick with them, but sometimes a baby will need to be fed or a child will need some extra cuddles on the couch — and the kitchen floor can wait without throwing me into a tizzy. It’s okay to clean the house a little bit at a time. It doesn’t all have to shine all at once.”

This has been my problem with schedules too. Every now and then I will realize how haphazard my life is and have the brilliant idea that all I need is a schedule! Something that will dictate for me when to fold the laundry, so it has it’s very own time and I know it will get done. But then? Have I written about this before? The very day I institute such a plan, the first time something comes up that doesn’t fit into my schedule, I freak and abandon the whole thing, declaring, “Schedules are NOT meant for people like me. I do not do well with schedules, what was I thinking?”

This same problem with going to extremes has been manifest in my parenting too, but that is a post in itself, a possible addendum to that last parenting post about the great contradiction — and I’ll probably save it till at least after I write about our Christmas, which was wonderful by the way, how was yours?

I think so much, I’m a ditz

People must think I am a complete airhead. Ironically, my airhead-like qualities only manifest because I am always so lost in thought. At least this is what I tell myself to avoid total disgust with my absent-mindedness and the ridiculous scenarios I find myself in on that account.

I really do think too much. This doesn’t mean I’m super smart or anything. I don’t know that all my thinking even does me any good. It just keeps me up at night, makes my kids have to ask me something three times before I even realize they’re talking to me, and keeps my mind cluttered up so I miss a host of other things going on in the present. See this post.

Driving down the freeway yesterday, on our way to the library — a trip we have been making at least once a week for nearly a year — Sariah looks up from her book and asks, “Mom, why are we in the country?”

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The Great Contradiction in the Gentle Discipline World

Gentle Discipline” is sort of an umbrella term that incorporates a whole slew of books and theories, all with varying levels and definitions of “gentle” and “respect,” but Mothering has a pretty good, basic definition:

Effective discipline is based on loving guidance. It is based on the belief that children are born innately good and that our role as parents is to nurture their spirits as they learn about limits and boundaries, rather than to curb their tendencies toward wrongdoing. Effective discipline presumes that children have reasons for their behavior and that cooperation can be engaged to solve shared problems.

When I was in college I remember several long, drawn-out debates about the nature of human nature that never really made it to any conclusive ending — even though I went to a religious university where we all supposedly had the same basic beliefs.

So I realize even the second sentence in that definition is not a cut and dried issue, even in the Mormon world, but I have found that this perspective (assuming children are good, or at least innocent, and assuming the best possible intentions for all their actions) brings the most joy into our home. (Not to mention that I find more evidence for it virtually every time I look at a child.)

Typical

Anyway, so within virtually all the literature on this type of parenting lies what looks like a very critical contradiction (if you read to the end of my last post, this bit will be a repeat.)

It is a contradiction that caused me to eventually throw up my hands and throw out the books — all the parenting books (and I’d read more than my fair share, I’m pretty sure — desperate as I felt for help in this area!) — and just carve my own path.

But my own path has, amazingly, led me right back to all the books I wrote off! Probably not an exact coincidence, obviously, but it’s interesting that I felt so confused about it all, and consequently my parenting felt a little out of whack (and a lot inconsistent), until I gave up trying to fit my family into some expert’s theory — and then I ended up doing just that!

(Well, mostly. I wouldn’t say I’m completely in line with any one author — every family is going to be a little different, and we all take what works for our families and leave the rest. But a lot of what works for us is some compilation of the writings of Kohn, Aldort, Holt, Liedloff, Leo, Noelle, Cohen, Coloroso, Ginott, Neufeld, and Goddard.) (By the way, if you’re LDS and looking for quotes related to gentle discipline, that last book has a whole bunch of great ones right in the beginning.)

Looking back, now I can see where I was so confused — and it is pretty obvious why I was. I’m amazed that someone hasn’t written a book addressing exactly this issue. I mean, I guess some of them do, in a round-about way, but, for me, this is the most crucial point, and the most difficult for me to figure out how to put into practice. I know I’m not alone because it is the most common question asked on parenting forums.

These are two of the main ideas expressed in Gentle Discipline circles.

  1. Let the child be free. Respect her choices. She needs autonomy. Do not hinder self-expression; it is important. Follow your child!
  2. You’re the adult; children want their parents to be in charge. Of course don’t let her be hurtful! You are responsible for her health and safety.” Be a leader!

Do you look at those as two opposing sides? Does it shock you that the very same people who purport number one preach number two just as heartily? I’m not kidding — or exaggerating. Not even a little.

I get it now, I do, and though I won’t attempt to explain it because if none of the wise, practiced, and educated writers listed above could lay it out well enough for me to grasp, I certainly don’t have any hope of clearing things up, but it turns out it’s not a contradiction at all!

Those two things are compatible, and not just in a continuum sort of way, wherein you can have one only up to the point that in conflicts with the other. This is not a precarious tip-toeing down the line between “controlling” and “permissive.” Giving a child freedom and being her leader are compatible in a way where they are both present: fully, completely, all the time.

We have to have the first in order to raise children who are not docile little shells who are only calm and quiet and sweet and “happy” because they’re too afraid not to be. (Even if they’re only afraid of losing their parents’ love and affection and “Good girl!”-type accolades, the loss of which is likely far scarier to most children than any belt.)

And we have to have the second because children do need sure, confident leaders to give them information and guidance and help them feel safe, stable, and secure enough to be naturally sweet and happy (if not so much calm and quiet, because now we are talking about a contradiction, if you’re pairing those two words with “little children”!)

It’s figuring out how to have both — not how to balance them so that they each get an equal share of time, but how to actually be my child’s leader while letting her be free — that is the trick to the type of parenting I strive for — and write about constantly on this website.

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