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    Theresa Lode or, simply “T”, had her world turned upside down and inside out when her son was diagnosed with ADHD and a few other goodies. Her choice- follow the doctor's orders....or trust her heart and delve into the world of Free Range Education. She chose the latter...

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Raising perfect kids

Have you found yourself mulling over your parenting ways in light of the dialog over Amy Chua’s article and book?

I know many have; I’ve heard from some of them.  We parents are our own harshest critics.  I’m too lenient.  I should have made my kid stick with piano.  I let them play video games too much. (This one frequently echoes in my head.)

It’s good to regularly examine one’s ways and adjust when necessary.  I’m also a firm believer in giving oneself plenty of mercy and grace too.  We are imperfect parents raising imperfect kids.

The biggest problem dogging our heels, IMHO, is that SHAME and FEAR is the driving force of the many things we do as parents.

I was shouting “YES!” when I watched this TED talk.  In it, Brene Brown discusses the power of vulnerability.  Pay special attention to what she says about those perfect kids at 17.41.

The more I think about Amy Chua and her stalwart ways, the more I admire the guts she has to be so transparent in sharing her journey.  I suspect Grace is closer to her than many of us would assume.  (Isn’t Grace always standing close by, waiting to help?)

I love Brene’s final comments.  Our job as parents isn’t to have “perfect” kids.  Our job is to say “You’re imperfect.  But you’re worthy of love and belonging.”

Can you imagine a generation of kids being raised this way?

 

Primal Scream Parenting

I was joking on Facebook yesterday that Jay and I were attending a parenting workshop at Caleb’s school.  “I’m going to learn how to yell more effectively at the kids,” I said.

Could you imagine a parenting workshop on “Primal Scream Parenting?”  The scream part would even have multiple applications:  When you step on the scale….or in my case today, you look out the window and see snow.  Again.  And who doesn’t feel like a good yell when you see the checkbook balance at the end of the pay period?

Yeah.  Real effective, isn’t it?

The Scream at Your Kids approach really isn’t a good one.  You can get away with freaking out over the checkbook but when it comes to the kids, it’s destructive…. and it gives you a sore throat too.  (Ahem, I have this friend who told me so….)

Which is why I’m happy to report that last night’s workshop was excellent.  Jim “Call Me Jim” Williams gave a 90 minute presentation that was engaging and full of wisdom.   Catch a glimpse of his style here. I’m especially delighted that the schools here use his presentations to help kids deal with bullying and drug abuse prevention, among other topics.

If find yourself thinking you could lead a workshop on Primal Scream Parenting….you might want to check out his book:

Everything will be alright…

Or….”What I wish I would have believed 10 years ago.”

I was born in 1964, the last year of the baby boomers -that makes me 46 this year.  And my kiddos will be 16, 14, and 13.  (Pray for me.)

Besides the fact that I no longer find heartburn commercials funny and I now watch “Masterpiece Theater,” I’m still the same ole T.  I childishly chuckle right along with Caleb when he farts…and have to stifle my laugh when I see someone trip. (God forbid they get hurt!) I love coffee, chocolate, Jesus and hot weather.  (Not necessarily in that order.)

Some things have changed, not for better.  Insomnia has become a good friend.  And if I walk a few miles I know I’d better pop a few ibu so I don’t wake up with shin splint pain.

But such is life; I know things could be much worse.

I’m deeply grateful for some of the other changes.  I’m more confident than I was 10 or 20 years ago.  Perhaps a better way to put it would be “less uptight.”  I understand my limitations and I’m okay with that.  I see with greater clarity that this isn’t a dress rehearsal and our time on this spinning orb is limited.

Last night when I was at the Y, I enjoyed watching a younger family.  They are where we were about 10 years ago.  Two toddlers and a baby on mama’s hip.

In some ways it feels like yesterday and in others, 100 years ago.

I remember the exhaustion.  And the insecurity and fear.  Especially as we got closer to school age.

I thought about what if I knew then what I know now.

If I could write a letter to myself when I was 35 this is what I’d say:

Enjoy those little rascals.  I know you feel like smacking that woman when she says, “It’ll go by quickly.” But it really does.

Quit looking at what other moms are doing and think you need to keep up with them.  Ditto for being too busy.  Really—it’s okay that you don’t attend that ladies’ meeting if the thought of getting out the door is just too much work. (Folks who raised their kids before the advent of car seats have no idea what it’s like to strap in 3 little people.)

When they get to the age of 3 or 4, don’t fret over picking the right preschool.  And oh PLEASE…they don’t need a curriculum for kindergarten either.  (Or first grade or…well, that’s another post entirely.)

The pressure to launch kids into their academic careers at younger ages is insanity.

And those experts on Good Morning America?  Turn them off.  They don’t know your kid.  They don’t know you.  And I don’t care if they have a PhD in Perfect Parenting and completed post doctoral research in colic.  All they will do is nurse your parental fears and insecurities.

Most importantly…I’d tell my 35-year-old self that everything will be alright.

Come to think about it, I think that’s what my 55-year-old self would tell me even now.

What about you?  What would you tell a younger version of yourself?

Do you use the “D” word in your home?

This word especially offensive to Christians.  That’s why I was so shocked to hear it coming out of the mouth of a devoted Christ follower. Sure, I’ve used the word before.  And-old habits sometimes die hard-it still slips out once in awhile.

Of course, one could argue it isn’t the word per se but rather the anger that’s usually behind such a strong expletive.  And a child who understands the power of this word wields great control over the parent.

DISRESPECT

There is nothing like disrespect, either real or perceived, that incites the concern (or wrath, if we’re really being candid,) like a snotty kid not paying mom and dad due homage.

Here are a few shrilly quotes from Yours Truly, “After all I’ve done for you, and you treat me like this!”  Or “Get that tone out of your voice!”

Or how about this goody that I gleaned from a conversation overheard recently at the coffee shop, “Our kids can say anything to us as long as they’re respectful.”  This was advice offered to a mom who was clearly at wit’s end with an angry child.

I wanted to climb over my dark roast and splash something on this sincere, but misguided counselor.  I wanted to tell the hurting mom…It’s okay.  Like those stupid bobble-headed dogs, I’ve nodded yes to the “as long as their respectful…” mantra as though it is the Holy Grail of the parenting experience.

I had pictured that one day, like Rocky Balboa running up the steps, arms held high in victory, my goal of being a parent was to have (cue to the Rocky Theme song,) Respectful Children.

Wooo-hoooo! I've conquered! My kids are RESPECTFUL!

Boy have I changed.

Don’t get me wrong.  I’m not advocating a Lord of the Flies environment.  Nor am I talking about Manners 101 which needs to be taught.  (Call me old fashioned but I miss the days of men removing their hats indoors.  But I digress.)

Respect is about attitude. And I am convinced that genuine respect is not a practiced outward behavior but rather, the fruit of a healthy relationship.

Several years ago I first began re-thinking this when a friend of mine shared something that rocked my world.  She found that whenever she was dealing with a negative behavior in her kids that quite often, God would highlight HER shortcomings in that very same area.  Eg. Her kid has the bad habit of interrupting people and she realized she too had that tendency.

Ugh.  That really punches a hole in the dictatorial “Because I’m the parent” model for parenting.

But back to respect.  Here’s a typical scenario: Your kid misbehaves.  You call them on it.  And then they say, “Gee, Mom.  Thanks for pointing that out.  I see where you’re coming from and I’m going to work on that.”

Uh-huh.  If you believe that, you should stop in here when it’s time to turn the Xbox off and we can share a hearty laugh.

Or even worse, there’s some serious issues brewing like what that mom in the coffee shop was dealing with.

I feel your pain, Rodney.

Truth is I get offended when I’m treated disrespectfully.  And THEN the fun begins.

Here are some questions I consider when there’s disrespect in our home.  First: What is the real issue?

Have I done something to provoke my kids to anger?  Have I engaged in a power struggle with them instead of calmly allowing the circumstances of their poor choices to play out?

Or how about this: Am I being respectful to them and modeling the behavior I desire….even when I’m good and pissed?

I want my kids to understand that even when they’re snotty they are safe with me.  Do they understand that I still love them unconditionally and our heart connection is more important than faux compliance?

I haven’t arrived by any means.  Being a parent is the hardest and most rewarding thing a human can do.

One of the best rewards is that it gives me glimpses of God’s grace and lavish love for me.  Even when I’m the one flaunting the D word.

Help! My 10-year-old is playing with her cell phone in class!!!!

Molly, age 13, read this to me from a local parenting magazine:

My 10-year-old got in trouble at school because she was playing with her cell phone.  What should I do?

My gut/knee jerk reaction wasn’t very nice. (And Molly had already beat me to saying a huge “DUH!”)  I thought about writing a snarky column here about the epidemic of stupidity out there but I thought twice.

I remember those early days of holding my firstborn watching Katie Couric and her interviews with “Parenting experts.”  It was pretty intimidating.  Did we have what it took to parent children?  Did we have enough education? How would I ever learn all that I need to know?

We read a lot of parenting books but that only deepened my insecurities.  And when our first born was diagnosed with an alphabet soup full of “issues” (ADHD, PDD-NOS, SID to name a few,) I was down right panicked.

Thank goodness for my awakening in the office of a developmental pediatrician who firmly told me, “That child needs to be in school and on medication.”  Mother bear was aroused….and she was pissed.

And I began questioning all of the experts.  I revisited my insecurities, and trust me….there were plenty of them.  I began to realize that my children would grow up just fine without the “developmentally appropriate” toys (Tupperware and wooden utensils delighted them) and just the *right* amount play dates and (gasp!) they would not die if I used the kitchen dish rag to wipe their grimy little faces. No longer would I agonize over the merits of cotton versus the much pricier organic cotton.  (Okay, I lied on that last one for the sake of drama.  I never agonized over that and only bought organic if I found it at a yard sale.)

There’s a lot of insecurity propagated when it comes to parenting.  I think, in part, it’s a fruit of a dumbed-down culture that is not trained to think.

One of our last experiences in an institutional church highlights some of the dynamics I see going on.  Example: We were invited to start a small group in our home….something that I’ll admit was a bit flattering.  We had arrived.

We started one.  And it wasn’t long before the phone started ringing from the church leadership.  Perhaps we needed to change the description of our group.  There were attendance polices that needed to be adhered to.  Yada, yada, yada.

We found piddley things being second-guessed. The control and micro-managing was ridiculous. It got so that we, healthy intelligent adults, were intimidated to do anything for fear for being corrected.

It’s was a sick interaction.

But I’m grateful for the learning experience because now I see that attempts to control people is one of the most detrimental things that can happen to the human soul.  And it is what happens anytime we allow a system of rules to trump over relationship.

And yet this is the sort of goofiness that takes place everyday in schools and churches….and homes.

When Jesus said, “Love one another” he meant, brace yourself: Love one another.  But yet we reduce that even to a list of do’s and don’ts.  (Or as a former pastor dude told us not too long ago, “Love is action.”  As defined by his suggested actions. We disagreed and pissed him off.)

As parents we’re told we’re not smart enough, haven’t read enough books or attended the right seminars.  (How about that obnoxious radio spot for behavioral therapist James Lehman, who promises in his Brooklyn accent, to “Turn your child’s attitude around in 30 seconds or less. And then another obnoxious voice says, “It’s like [dramatic pause]….an instruction manual on how to deal with your kid.”)

Parenting is NOT about having a flow chart and a how-to book on how to raise your kids.  (And sorry Lehman, I’m not interested in your instruction manual.) It’s an invitation to a relationship and hopefully, one that will reflect God’s deep passion for us.

We were created for freedom.  We were created to learn how to make decisions because, as Danny Silk said so succinctly, a person who can make decisions is a powerful person.

I think the flip side of that is, a person who is unable to make decisions will  be a victim and at the beck and call of those who ARE able to make decisions be it a boss, a teacher or a religious leader. At least until they’re ticked off enough to realize they don’t want people telling them what to do all the time.

I think it’s sad that this aforementioned mom was stymied by what to do over her 10-year-old’s cell phone misuse.

It is tempting to spit out an answer to her question….but that is the very thing I’m talking about NOT doing.  (Mind you, I’m not talking about more experienced moms encouraging younger moms. I hope you can see the distinction I’m making.)

I hope this mom can find the courage and time to reflect on deeper questions when it comes to her daughter.

My kid’s been diagnosed with _____

So the stock market’s gone crazy.  Warships are on our doorstep. (Venezuela.) The presidental race has brought out more vigorous discussion than I’ve even see around an election.  The sky is falling and the nation is going to hell in a handbasket.

But all this suddenly fades into the background when a parent’s been told their kid is autistic.  Or has ADD/ADHD.  Or, yeah…..fill in the blank. There’s plenty of labels to choose from.

Suddenly that election seems pretty trivial.  And all of a sudden Hugo Chavez is just another annoying barking dog.  (Maybe a really good shock collar would take care of him, eh?)

When you’re a parent, kid concerns supersedes everything else.  Especially when you’ve just been told the Light of Your Life is defective.  And not that that diagnosis was a big surprise either.  You had a feeling…or a teacher told you something was amiss and you headed to the docs.

So you’re relieved.  It wasn’t “just you.”  You’ve got a real live diagnosis and modern medicine to help you in your unique challenges.  Things will get better quick, right?

Not so fast.  This is a journey.  And like life, there’s up and downs and usually, no easy answers.

First thing to do: Take a deep breath.  And then take another deep breath and inventory the uniqueness of your child.

And then what????

I’ll write more this week.  We’re in the middle of getting ready for a big move!

The DYS profile

This clever tool is cousin to the “DISC” profile that many of you are familiar with. The DYS profile will help you identify some of the DYSfunctions you may be dealing with.

My home has more than its share.  Here’s a few we suffer from–can you relate?

Dys-position- A frequent affliction of mine which increases in severity as I proceed farther into my 4th decade…ie…” Dys position is uncomfortable.”

Dys-quietude- Got kids? You can’t pretend-you’ve got this. Means there is no quiet to be found in the house. But can also mean someone’s up to no good..as in: “Dys-quiet’s been going on for too long.”  When the latter is coupled with a closed door, this can be rather serious and requires immediate assistance.

Dys-graphia- This is a tragic affliction suffered by millions of doctors. It means your handwriting challenged.

Dys-harmony- That unpleasant chord that resonants through your home when the kids are bickering. Of course, I understand that you’re children are nearly perfect like mine so you probably don’t suffer from this malady.

Dys-cussing- I’m guilty of this one. As in the time I didn’t realize I had a little swearing issue. I was unaware of this until Daniel, at the age of 2, looked out the kitchen window and said deadpan, “Look mom. There goes the damn garbage man.”

Dys-cord- Like the ADHD diagnosis, this is a relatively new affliction and is brought on by technology. It refers to that bewildering feeling when you look behind your computer and try to locate a printer cable. Is it dis-cord….or dat-cord?

Dys-tress- You know—-as in “tresses” eg…”Her long golden tresses.”  Or in my case, bad hair day.

Dys-organization- Could manifest by a sock in the fridge. Or car keys in the dirty clothes  basket. Also the inability to form a coherent sentence.  Sadly, the only treatment for this is Empty Nest Syndrome– the one affliction I sometimes look forward to.

Dys-count-ia- The realization by your children that their sibling got 1 more “M&M” than they did. Can cause violent outbursts.  We keep riot gear handy for when this rears its ugly head.

Dys-Orientation–Those delicate moments after you wake up in the chair after nodding off while your kid watches PBS Kids.  Can be especially horrifying if the Barney Theme song is playing in the background and you can’t remember where the heck you are.

If the dysfunction in your home has more dys than fun…I encourage you to find the humor in the foilables of motherhood and homeschooling.

And just remember…they WILL grow up.  And they too will have kids…and then it’s PAYBACK TIME BABY! Oops.  I mean….then they too will Dys-cover the joys of parenting.

Michael Phelps- a slow learner?

I clicked on a news story at the Drugereport.com on Michael Phelps that surprised me. According to the editorial article, Michael was a “developmentally challenged” kid who wasn’t expected to amount to much.

The writer opined that instead of focusing on this weaknesses, Michael focused on what he was good at.

Gee..do ya think he’s “good” at swimming?

All to often in our culture and especially in our educational system, we emphasize what kids are not good at. Johnny’s not good at sitting in a desk so he has attentional issues. Susie would rather fuss over the latest fashion instead of apply herself to her geometry. (I wonder how Vera Wang did in school?)

As parents we may fuss over our kids’ quirks. Or personality bents. Or how about we look inward at the many the many things we’re programmed by our culture to do: sit down, shut up, color in the lines, fit in, conform.

What a grievous thing to consider. Within the hearts of every breathing human being lie the seeds for greatness.

I wonder how many Olympians are out there that’ll we’ll never know about. Or brilliant scientists. Or imaginative designers.

Today—I want to look anew at my children. And instead of nitpicking at their flaws (or my own, for that matter,) I’m going to ask God to once again, help me see the beauty and individualism he’s place in them.

Maybe we’ll even swim a little bit too and consider the abilities of a slow learner who wasn’t supposed to amount to much.

“Our worst fear is not that we are inadequate, our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘who am I to be so brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?’ Actually, who are we not to be? You are a child of God: Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us. It is not just in some of us, it is in everyone and as we let our own light shine we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
~Marianne Williamson

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