Nicholas will be six months old on Monday. Parents say how they can't believe how fast time goes and how kids grow up so fast and all sorts of things like that. They say it because it's true.
Jacob took about forty three years to get to six months old. Nicholas took about two weeks. Time really is relative. Someday I'm going to figure out the time-space continuum and tell you all about it. I have a few theories, but I forget them as soon as they come to me. I should write them down in that journal I carry around. I'd be upset about the loss, but I know they'll be back in my head the next time I have a couple fingers of something strong and brown or the next time I get a migraine or the next time I'm up for more than 30 hours in a row. Funny how the brain works when it's compromised.
Nicholas is the strong boy, but he's not as accomplished as Jacob was at six months old. He can't sit. He can't pull his legs under his chest. He doesn't kiss us obsessively like Jacob did and he doesn't care about his toes. He rolls, but hates it. He scoots around a bit but if he can't reach what he wants he just sits still and watches the grass grow. Or paint dry. Or cats fight. Whatever there is to watch, right where he lies, but preferably right where you hold him.
Nicholas doesn't care about food, so I don't try to feed him. He's had some avocado a couple times, and he likes it well enough. He likes milk. He likes thumb. He likes books. He likes toys. He likes lamp.
He just likes to just exist.
So happy.
So zen.
So pretty.
5.17.2013
5.08.2013
hump day
I have three vacations coming up this summer, and I'm considering going off grid for them. So far off grid that I think I might take along a real camera so I don't even have to carry my phone.
Even though that's a little scary to think about. Two kids no phone. What if something happens? What if we're on a hike or something and someone falls? Then what? I don't know. What did they used to do in the olden days?
I think I'm going to use the time that would normally be used checking email and seeing what people are Instagramming and answering texts and calls to journal. It's been a long time since I opened up the journal I lug around and put something in to it.
Maybe I'll find a new life path or something.
I know what I want to do, I just don't have the guts to drop everything and do it. I'm not a risk taker. Not one bit. And when a solid salary and healthcare benefits are at stake, happiness/purpose gets pushed to the side.
I'm having a really hard time with leaving Nicholas at daycare.
I like the daycare. I like the break from mothering.
I don't like being away from him for so long.
With Jacob, if I got done early at work, I'd just go get him. With Nicholas, I sort of wait around until Jacob is done doing what he does after school to go get him. I keep saying that once the weather breaks I can get Nick and take him for a nice long walk around the gorgeous park that's in the neighborhood of his daycare and Jake's school/afterschool program. But the weather just won't break. We are still in coats, and I'd be happier if it was socially acceptable to wear my light winter coat. So, I work work work until about a half hour before getting Jake, stop in to gather Nick, and hike up to the afterschool site. It's all within a couple blocks of itself, and about a mile or so from the house. So easy on the watch, hard on the heart. I'd get Jacob earlier, but the program he's in is so amazing that I feel he'd be cheated if I got him early. Plus he begs to stay until 6. That has not and will not happen. Sorry dude.
The boys don't seem to be suffering any, it's all me.
Probably hormonal or something.
I'd talk about that, but ick.
I took Jacob to the doctor's office earlier this week for his annual check up. He's great but the doctor said he's on the borderline of obesity. His height is near the 60th percentile (48.75") and his weight is near the 90th (60lbs). She doesn't want him gaining anymore weight this year. And maybe next. Weight maintenance until age 9. Crazy to think this is the same kid who was 75th for height and 10th for weight until about a year or two ago. I'm not very worried. I think he fell victim to gaining baby weight with my pregnancy and the newborn stage. Cooking isn't what it used to be and some nights were anything goes. He'll probably drop or level out once summer hits and we are running around more.
Nicholas is still a tank. He eats every couple hours at night. I sleep. It's a gorgeous arrangement. He has eaten a bit of avocado a few times. Banana once. I don't feed him solids much. He's just five months old. I take him in to the docs on the 20th for his six month appointment. I'm guessing he's going to weigh about 17 or 18 pounds. Jake weighed 18 pounds at one year old. So different.
We have a show in New York City next month! At a reasonable time!
Even though that's a little scary to think about. Two kids no phone. What if something happens? What if we're on a hike or something and someone falls? Then what? I don't know. What did they used to do in the olden days?
I think I'm going to use the time that would normally be used checking email and seeing what people are Instagramming and answering texts and calls to journal. It's been a long time since I opened up the journal I lug around and put something in to it.
Maybe I'll find a new life path or something.
I know what I want to do, I just don't have the guts to drop everything and do it. I'm not a risk taker. Not one bit. And when a solid salary and healthcare benefits are at stake, happiness/purpose gets pushed to the side.
***
I'm having a really hard time with leaving Nicholas at daycare.
I like the daycare. I like the break from mothering.
I don't like being away from him for so long.
With Jacob, if I got done early at work, I'd just go get him. With Nicholas, I sort of wait around until Jacob is done doing what he does after school to go get him. I keep saying that once the weather breaks I can get Nick and take him for a nice long walk around the gorgeous park that's in the neighborhood of his daycare and Jake's school/afterschool program. But the weather just won't break. We are still in coats, and I'd be happier if it was socially acceptable to wear my light winter coat. So, I work work work until about a half hour before getting Jake, stop in to gather Nick, and hike up to the afterschool site. It's all within a couple blocks of itself, and about a mile or so from the house. So easy on the watch, hard on the heart. I'd get Jacob earlier, but the program he's in is so amazing that I feel he'd be cheated if I got him early. Plus he begs to stay until 6. That has not and will not happen. Sorry dude.
The boys don't seem to be suffering any, it's all me.
Probably hormonal or something.
I'd talk about that, but ick.
***
I took Jacob to the doctor's office earlier this week for his annual check up. He's great but the doctor said he's on the borderline of obesity. His height is near the 60th percentile (48.75") and his weight is near the 90th (60lbs). She doesn't want him gaining anymore weight this year. And maybe next. Weight maintenance until age 9. Crazy to think this is the same kid who was 75th for height and 10th for weight until about a year or two ago. I'm not very worried. I think he fell victim to gaining baby weight with my pregnancy and the newborn stage. Cooking isn't what it used to be and some nights were anything goes. He'll probably drop or level out once summer hits and we are running around more.
Nicholas is still a tank. He eats every couple hours at night. I sleep. It's a gorgeous arrangement. He has eaten a bit of avocado a few times. Banana once. I don't feed him solids much. He's just five months old. I take him in to the docs on the 20th for his six month appointment. I'm guessing he's going to weigh about 17 or 18 pounds. Jake weighed 18 pounds at one year old. So different.
***
We have a show in New York City next month! At a reasonable time!
Del Close Improv Festival
June 29th
1:30 pm
Theater 80
80 St. Marks Place
5.07.2013
ain't no mudd club, or cbgb
I thought I was weathering the terrorism stuff pretty well, until Saturday night before a show when the streets were cordoned off and the police were out in full force on foot and on horse and on (sigh) Segways.
Do you know how hard it is to respect a police officer on a Segway? Hard. Even for me, and I don't have any reason to disrespect the police. It's so nerdy. Who thought this was a good idea for inner-city police officers? It's something you'd see in a comedy about suburban housing development security guards or something.
South Street- which is party central 363 days of the year- was completely inaccessible from 4th, 5th and Passyunk from Bainbridge on the south. The officers were telling people to stand back. Yelling at people for trying to get on the street.
And then there was a huge explosion and people started screaming and running.
Fireworks.
Of course.
Because everyone knows about the giant Fourth of May fireworks display at Penns Landing.
Or not.
I froze, as I do. Then I walked away. Slowly and deliberately. As if that can help. The other way. Away from South towards Fitzwater. Toward my house. Then I realized what was going on and felt like a sucker.
The next day brought the Broad Street Run. Jacob and I head down for awhile each year. When he was a baby I used it as an excuse to get out of the house and grab a giant cup of coffee from the Dunkin near the house. Sweetened and milked to the point of being a step above a dessert.
We've watched it grow from ten thousand or so runners to nearly 40,000. More if you count the joiners and fakers. We look for our racing friends and family every year. Most know where to find us. We wave and shout and hug and high five and make a time out of it all. In the olden days we'd see everyone who we knew. Now the traffic is a bit thick and we have to keep an eye out. We saw a cousin five minutes in. A friend in twenty. Others that weren't near the curb but gave waves and nods and smiles as they passed us. Everyone recognizes Jacob. He has that sort offace hair. The number of runners was overwhelming. Instead of groups of runners, there was a giant steady pack streaming down the road. The race resorted to a lottery this year, supposedly it's the most popular ten miler in the country. Runners were chosen months ago. Long before Boston.
I thought I'd be okay. I knew there would be a lot of Boston tribute. I figured there'd be shirts. Signs. Socks. Sox.
Feelings.
I was braced but wasn't prepared to look down Broad and see hundreds and thousands of people wearing red socks. A giant red blur from street to knee. I didn't know how hard that would hit.
I cried. Not sobbiness, but the tears just came and my voice kept cracking and my heart got real big.
I teared up each time I saw someone I knew.
I teared up each time I saw the police helicopter fly over.
I teared up when Jacob said "wow, how cool is it that so many people are wearing Boston shirts? They must be doing that for what happened up there. To honor the people up there."
I knew he knew, but I didn't know he'd put two and two together.
Sometimes I underestimate him.
Everything got so real all of a sudden. The guard went down. The wall I use to protect myself from The Bad Things.
I had friends working near the WTC on 9-11. Another friend finish the Boston Marathon minutes before the explosions. Friends serving at home and overseas. Family. Friends of family, family of friends.
Brothers
Fathers
Sons
Uncles
Nephews
Cousins
Life during wartime.
I'm raising children during wartime.
Boy children.
Do you know how hard it is to respect a police officer on a Segway? Hard. Even for me, and I don't have any reason to disrespect the police. It's so nerdy. Who thought this was a good idea for inner-city police officers? It's something you'd see in a comedy about suburban housing development security guards or something.
South Street- which is party central 363 days of the year- was completely inaccessible from 4th, 5th and Passyunk from Bainbridge on the south. The officers were telling people to stand back. Yelling at people for trying to get on the street.
And then there was a huge explosion and people started screaming and running.
Fireworks.
Of course.
Because everyone knows about the giant Fourth of May fireworks display at Penns Landing.
Or not.
I froze, as I do. Then I walked away. Slowly and deliberately. As if that can help. The other way. Away from South towards Fitzwater. Toward my house. Then I realized what was going on and felt like a sucker.
***
The next day brought the Broad Street Run. Jacob and I head down for awhile each year. When he was a baby I used it as an excuse to get out of the house and grab a giant cup of coffee from the Dunkin near the house. Sweetened and milked to the point of being a step above a dessert.
We've watched it grow from ten thousand or so runners to nearly 40,000. More if you count the joiners and fakers. We look for our racing friends and family every year. Most know where to find us. We wave and shout and hug and high five and make a time out of it all. In the olden days we'd see everyone who we knew. Now the traffic is a bit thick and we have to keep an eye out. We saw a cousin five minutes in. A friend in twenty. Others that weren't near the curb but gave waves and nods and smiles as they passed us. Everyone recognizes Jacob. He has that sort of
I thought I'd be okay. I knew there would be a lot of Boston tribute. I figured there'd be shirts. Signs. Socks. Sox.
Feelings.
I was braced but wasn't prepared to look down Broad and see hundreds and thousands of people wearing red socks. A giant red blur from street to knee. I didn't know how hard that would hit.
I cried. Not sobbiness, but the tears just came and my voice kept cracking and my heart got real big.
I teared up each time I saw someone I knew.
I teared up each time I saw the police helicopter fly over.
I teared up when Jacob said "wow, how cool is it that so many people are wearing Boston shirts? They must be doing that for what happened up there. To honor the people up there."
I knew he knew, but I didn't know he'd put two and two together.
Sometimes I underestimate him.
Everything got so real all of a sudden. The guard went down. The wall I use to protect myself from The Bad Things.
I had friends working near the WTC on 9-11. Another friend finish the Boston Marathon minutes before the explosions. Friends serving at home and overseas. Family. Friends of family, family of friends.
Brothers
Fathers
Sons
Uncles
Nephews
Cousins
Life during wartime.
I'm raising children during wartime.
Boy children.
5.03.2013
oh behave.
The information below comes from a few of the curricula we use at work. I've collected it over the years and pieced it together and practiced it at home and some of it works all the time and some of it works some of the time and some of it doesn't work for us.
I do not have autistic children. I do not specialize in autism or Autism Spectrum Disorders (ASD). I do parent using a good number of methods and models developed for autistic children. Little bits I've picked up here and there from parents of autistic children and therapists and specialists and books. Those of you familiar with ASD techniques will probably find a lot of these things to be familiar. I feel that much of what is required to parent ASD kids works wonderful wonders with non-ASD kids.
Disclaimer: Every parent knows that a whole lot of behavior problems can be curbed and avoided by setting a child up to succeed. If a kid melts down every time XYZ happens, start controlling for XYZ as much as possible. Let the kid know XYZ is going to happen. If he can't handle it, get a sitter. If you can't, carry snacks. Don't do things at naptime or late at night. Tired and hungry are the two biggest precursors to tantrums.
I have a hard time deciphering between the physical feelings of hunger/exhaustion and the emotional feeling of anger/anxiety. I might freak the eff out if you put me in XYZ when I'm hungry or tired. I'm 36 (39!) years old and I still can't figure that out. How can I expect anyone younger to?
Plan plan plan. Prepare prepare prepare. Proactive proactive proactive.
Children tend to be very concrete thinkers. Black and white. The grey comes with experience.
Concrete thinkers need to know our (and society's) expectations. They need to know the exceptions to those expectations.
A classic example of this is playing Doctor with your small child often in the weeks before a healthcare visit. It's going and buying one of those toy kits and pretending to take the temperature and listen to the heart and check out the eyeballs. It's setting up a pretend waiting room in your kitchen and practicing at Sitting and Waiting Quietly. It's saying "when we get to the doctor's office, we will Sit and Wait Quietly until your name is called. Then we can get up and follow the nurse where we may have to wait again for the doctor". Or "we can sit and play quietly with these cars/puzzles/handheld games...". Extreme concrete thinkers need to know it's okay to get up when his or her name is called. To know it's okay to speak to the doctor. Extreme concrete thinkers hear Sit and Wait Quietly and process it as Sit and Wait Quietly Forever No Matter What.
That's a problem.
Ever try to pry a resistant child off a chair?
I have a Moderate concrete thinker who was so afraid to break the rule of Sitting Still and Being Good at School last winter that he had a major pants accident while fighting a mid-day onset of the stomach flu. He was told that bathroom breaks only happen at certain times of the day. His guts had other plans. No one ever said to the class that yes, they are expected to only use the bathroom at breaks and stay in their seats the rest of the time, but there is an exception for emergencies. It was assumed the children would know that. Lots of kids don't. Like mine.
Kids either follow our expectations or they don't.
If they do, reward them! Lots of praise. Hugs, kisses, high fives, "good jobs", whatever your kid is into. Kids don't need stuff to know they've done a good job. Some kids think they do, and it can take awhile to break that habit. Some kids have been conditioned to believe this. Especially kids that have been bribed for years to behave.
If you are good at the store, you can get a toy.
If you promise to be quiet at church, you can have candies.
If you do these chores, you can have ten dollars.
If you do a poopy in the potty, you can have a sticker and ten hundred thousand M&Ms.
Bribes work.
For awhile.
There is a story about Richard Nixon's dog, every time they would go in the Oval Office, the dog would pee on the floor. To get her to stop, President Nixon would get a milkbone out of the drawer and call the dog over. Pretty soon, every time the dog wanted a milkbone she would just go ahead and pee. No matter where they were.
Kids aren't much different.
Grown ups aren't either, truth be told.
When kids don't follow our expectations, there needs to be a consequence that immediately follows.
EVERY TIME an undesirable behavior occurs in our presence a consequence must occur immediately afterwards.
Nothing reinforces and increases negative behavior quite like intermittent discipline.
If you got a ticket every time you sped, you probably would keep at the limit.
Nothing confuses a child more than inconsistency.
Getting in trouble for Bad Thing on Monday when we parents are cranky but not on Thursday when we are just too tired to deal is inconsistent parenting.
Getting in trouble for Bad Thing in public when we are publicly embarrassed but not at home when we are all alone is inconsistent parenting.
Getting in trouble for Bad Thing at home when we are alone but not at the grocery store because we don't want to take the extra time in aisle four is inconsistent parenting.
Consequences should be reasonable.
A time out or a loss of privilege is muchly and greatly preferred over yelling and spanking.
Don't make it so extreme that you are punishing yourself or your other family members.
One week without television sounds great in the heat of the moment, but it sucks when three days later you want to take a peaceful shower and your kid is whining about boredom. Or when another kid wants to watch her show but she can't because the punished kid is in the room and then she melts down and then mom falls apart and then the dog tips over the garbage because no one is paying attention to feed him and then the cat claws the sofa just because she can.
It is super important that we do not give in or go back on our words, so make sure it is something everyone can live with.
Consequences should include teachable moments.
Punishment doesn't tell the child what to do, it tells them what not to do.
Punishment leads to sneakiness, retaliation, and apathy.
Our goal is to enforce expectations, not make our kids lie and hide and stop caring and start fighting back.
"STOP RUNNING!!!" accompanied by a quick yank on the shirt collar might stop the kid from running and it will hurt them enough to let them know you mean business. But that doesn't let them know they can't also skip or hop or leap or cartwheel.
"Please walk" spoken kindly with a firmish hand on the shoulder will usually reset a child. For a few minutes at least. How do you get a kid to please, for the love of all things holy, walk all the time?
Catch them being good.
For every NO, give them five YESES.
Or the equivalent.
Hey baby, great job at walking here in the store! I'm so proud, you should be too!
Whoa dude! You stopped at the corner like a big kid! Awesome job!
I love the way you are sitting nicely and drawing while the baby is napping!
Look at you using your table manners, alright!
Who doesn't want to hear they are doing well, and know exactly what it is they are doing well?
If my boss tells me "you are doing a good job", it feels good but I don't know what she is talking about.
If my boss tells me "you are doing a great job with getting those reports in on time. They are really thorough and informative", I know she doesn't mean that I'm doing a good job sneaking and taking two hour lunches or putzing around on the internet while I should be working.
Kids need (specific) praise. Dogs need praise. We all need praise.
It's easy. It's free. And once you have it established in your routine, things go a lot easier.
It's hard sometimes to establish Yeses and Praise and Consistency in a family. It's also hard to have a family that isn't running as smoothly as it could be. It's worth the effort. The week or two weeks or month that it might take. Change doesn't happen over night.
Kids need to feel connected to the people around them, they need to feel competent, and they need to feel that they are in control. At least a little bit. When these three needs are being met, kids are happiest and they are least likely to have meltdowns. Tantrums. Call it what you wish.
The best time to connect with your kid is when he or she is meeting your expectations. Sadly, this is the easiest time to ignore them because they are being good and you can get stuff done. The best way to connect with your kid is to turn off all the electronics. Spend some one on one time together without the ding of your texts and facebook updates. Play with your kid. On the floor. At the table. However and wherever you can. Fifteen minutes, more if you can. The internet will be there when you get back. I promise. This is not Mission Impossible. None of your emails will self destruct before you can get to them.
Kids will do anything they can to get your attention. To get you to look up from your phone. Laptop. Stovetop. ANYTHING. You know this because it has happened ten times since daybreak. Even bad attention is attention, and the easiest way for a kid to get your attention is to be bad. Only provide focused attention to your kids when they are acting in ways that you'd like to encourage them to act.
If they are being little jerks, calmly tell them to stop. Don't look at them (assuming you know they are safe, of course). Don't engage. Don't give them what they want.
"I can't understand you when you whine. Please speak to me when you can use a tone of voice I will be able to understand"
"When you bang on the table with your sister's doll, you are not acting in a way that makes me want to pay attention to you. We can talk when you are standing still and your hands are at your sides"
Don't let a child trick you into losing your temper.
Yelling at a kid teaches a child to yell to get what they want.
Hitting a kid teaches a child to hit people when they aren't acting in a way that pleases him or her.
Counter productivity in parenting. If it didn't exist, I wouldn't have a job.
The best way to allow your child to feel capable is to take the time to teach your child the right way to do things. Break it down for them. Separate tasks into tiny little baby steps.
Don't say "clean your room", say "put all your clothes in the hamper. Then put your toys in the box. Then place your books on the shelf. Then sweep the floor."
When things get overwhelming for your child, stop what you are doing and take a break with something you know they can do well. When I get overwhelmed, I draw tiny irises and tulips. Sometimes I write my name over and over. I can do those things well. When Jake gets overwhelmed, I tell him I forget the lyrics of his favorite song and can he please remind me? Or I ask him to find me a red pen in my bag. Feed the cats. Something he can do easily. Then we get back on task.
Finally, let your kid be in control every now and then. This is the oldest trick in the book. It even works great for Terrible Two kids. Give options rather than commands. Would you like an apple or a string cheese for a snack? Please get dressed in your room or in the laundry room. Put on the red shirt or the blue shirt.
Of course, sometimes there are no choices. Parents are ultimately in charge. We are in charge because it is our job to be sure that a kid is learning to act according to family and society expectations, and our job to teach them what those expectations are in a respectful and effective way.
I do not have autistic children. I do not specialize in autism or Autism Spectrum Disorders (ASD). I do parent using a good number of methods and models developed for autistic children. Little bits I've picked up here and there from parents of autistic children and therapists and specialists and books. Those of you familiar with ASD techniques will probably find a lot of these things to be familiar. I feel that much of what is required to parent ASD kids works wonderful wonders with non-ASD kids.
***
Disclaimer: Every parent knows that a whole lot of behavior problems can be curbed and avoided by setting a child up to succeed. If a kid melts down every time XYZ happens, start controlling for XYZ as much as possible. Let the kid know XYZ is going to happen. If he can't handle it, get a sitter. If you can't, carry snacks. Don't do things at naptime or late at night. Tired and hungry are the two biggest precursors to tantrums.
I have a hard time deciphering between the physical feelings of hunger/exhaustion and the emotional feeling of anger/anxiety. I might freak the eff out if you put me in XYZ when I'm hungry or tired. I'm 36 (39!) years old and I still can't figure that out. How can I expect anyone younger to?
Plan plan plan. Prepare prepare prepare. Proactive proactive proactive.
***
Children tend to be very concrete thinkers. Black and white. The grey comes with experience.
Concrete thinkers need to know our (and society's) expectations. They need to know the exceptions to those expectations.
A classic example of this is playing Doctor with your small child often in the weeks before a healthcare visit. It's going and buying one of those toy kits and pretending to take the temperature and listen to the heart and check out the eyeballs. It's setting up a pretend waiting room in your kitchen and practicing at Sitting and Waiting Quietly. It's saying "when we get to the doctor's office, we will Sit and Wait Quietly until your name is called. Then we can get up and follow the nurse where we may have to wait again for the doctor". Or "we can sit and play quietly with these cars/puzzles/handheld games...". Extreme concrete thinkers need to know it's okay to get up when his or her name is called. To know it's okay to speak to the doctor. Extreme concrete thinkers hear Sit and Wait Quietly and process it as Sit and Wait Quietly Forever No Matter What.
That's a problem.
Ever try to pry a resistant child off a chair?
I have a Moderate concrete thinker who was so afraid to break the rule of Sitting Still and Being Good at School last winter that he had a major pants accident while fighting a mid-day onset of the stomach flu. He was told that bathroom breaks only happen at certain times of the day. His guts had other plans. No one ever said to the class that yes, they are expected to only use the bathroom at breaks and stay in their seats the rest of the time, but there is an exception for emergencies. It was assumed the children would know that. Lots of kids don't. Like mine.
***
Kids either follow our expectations or they don't.
If they do, reward them! Lots of praise. Hugs, kisses, high fives, "good jobs", whatever your kid is into. Kids don't need stuff to know they've done a good job. Some kids think they do, and it can take awhile to break that habit. Some kids have been conditioned to believe this. Especially kids that have been bribed for years to behave.
If you are good at the store, you can get a toy.
If you promise to be quiet at church, you can have candies.
If you do these chores, you can have ten dollars.
If you do a poopy in the potty, you can have a sticker and ten hundred thousand M&Ms.
Bribes work.
For awhile.
There is a story about Richard Nixon's dog, every time they would go in the Oval Office, the dog would pee on the floor. To get her to stop, President Nixon would get a milkbone out of the drawer and call the dog over. Pretty soon, every time the dog wanted a milkbone she would just go ahead and pee. No matter where they were.
Kids aren't much different.
Grown ups aren't either, truth be told.
When kids don't follow our expectations, there needs to be a consequence that immediately follows.
EVERY TIME an undesirable behavior occurs in our presence a consequence must occur immediately afterwards.
Nothing reinforces and increases negative behavior quite like intermittent discipline.
If you got a ticket every time you sped, you probably would keep at the limit.
Nothing confuses a child more than inconsistency.
Getting in trouble for Bad Thing on Monday when we parents are cranky but not on Thursday when we are just too tired to deal is inconsistent parenting.
Getting in trouble for Bad Thing in public when we are publicly embarrassed but not at home when we are all alone is inconsistent parenting.
Getting in trouble for Bad Thing at home when we are alone but not at the grocery store because we don't want to take the extra time in aisle four is inconsistent parenting.
***
Consequences should be reasonable.
A time out or a loss of privilege is muchly and greatly preferred over yelling and spanking.
Don't make it so extreme that you are punishing yourself or your other family members.
One week without television sounds great in the heat of the moment, but it sucks when three days later you want to take a peaceful shower and your kid is whining about boredom. Or when another kid wants to watch her show but she can't because the punished kid is in the room and then she melts down and then mom falls apart and then the dog tips over the garbage because no one is paying attention to feed him and then the cat claws the sofa just because she can.
It is super important that we do not give in or go back on our words, so make sure it is something everyone can live with.
Consequences should include teachable moments.
Punishment doesn't tell the child what to do, it tells them what not to do.
Punishment leads to sneakiness, retaliation, and apathy.
Our goal is to enforce expectations, not make our kids lie and hide and stop caring and start fighting back.
"STOP RUNNING!!!" accompanied by a quick yank on the shirt collar might stop the kid from running and it will hurt them enough to let them know you mean business. But that doesn't let them know they can't also skip or hop or leap or cartwheel.
"Please walk" spoken kindly with a firmish hand on the shoulder will usually reset a child. For a few minutes at least. How do you get a kid to please, for the love of all things holy, walk all the time?
Catch them being good.
For every NO, give them five YESES.
Or the equivalent.
Hey baby, great job at walking here in the store! I'm so proud, you should be too!
Whoa dude! You stopped at the corner like a big kid! Awesome job!
I love the way you are sitting nicely and drawing while the baby is napping!
Look at you using your table manners, alright!
Who doesn't want to hear they are doing well, and know exactly what it is they are doing well?
If my boss tells me "you are doing a good job", it feels good but I don't know what she is talking about.
If my boss tells me "you are doing a great job with getting those reports in on time. They are really thorough and informative", I know she doesn't mean that I'm doing a good job sneaking and taking two hour lunches or putzing around on the internet while I should be working.
Kids need (specific) praise. Dogs need praise. We all need praise.
It's easy. It's free. And once you have it established in your routine, things go a lot easier.
It's hard sometimes to establish Yeses and Praise and Consistency in a family. It's also hard to have a family that isn't running as smoothly as it could be. It's worth the effort. The week or two weeks or month that it might take. Change doesn't happen over night.
***
Kids need to feel connected to the people around them, they need to feel competent, and they need to feel that they are in control. At least a little bit. When these three needs are being met, kids are happiest and they are least likely to have meltdowns. Tantrums. Call it what you wish.
The best time to connect with your kid is when he or she is meeting your expectations. Sadly, this is the easiest time to ignore them because they are being good and you can get stuff done. The best way to connect with your kid is to turn off all the electronics. Spend some one on one time together without the ding of your texts and facebook updates. Play with your kid. On the floor. At the table. However and wherever you can. Fifteen minutes, more if you can. The internet will be there when you get back. I promise. This is not Mission Impossible. None of your emails will self destruct before you can get to them.
Kids will do anything they can to get your attention. To get you to look up from your phone. Laptop. Stovetop. ANYTHING. You know this because it has happened ten times since daybreak. Even bad attention is attention, and the easiest way for a kid to get your attention is to be bad. Only provide focused attention to your kids when they are acting in ways that you'd like to encourage them to act.
If they are being little jerks, calmly tell them to stop. Don't look at them (assuming you know they are safe, of course). Don't engage. Don't give them what they want.
"I can't understand you when you whine. Please speak to me when you can use a tone of voice I will be able to understand"
"When you bang on the table with your sister's doll, you are not acting in a way that makes me want to pay attention to you. We can talk when you are standing still and your hands are at your sides"
Don't let a child trick you into losing your temper.
Yelling at a kid teaches a child to yell to get what they want.
Hitting a kid teaches a child to hit people when they aren't acting in a way that pleases him or her.
Counter productivity in parenting. If it didn't exist, I wouldn't have a job.
The best way to allow your child to feel capable is to take the time to teach your child the right way to do things. Break it down for them. Separate tasks into tiny little baby steps.
Don't say "clean your room", say "put all your clothes in the hamper. Then put your toys in the box. Then place your books on the shelf. Then sweep the floor."
When things get overwhelming for your child, stop what you are doing and take a break with something you know they can do well. When I get overwhelmed, I draw tiny irises and tulips. Sometimes I write my name over and over. I can do those things well. When Jake gets overwhelmed, I tell him I forget the lyrics of his favorite song and can he please remind me? Or I ask him to find me a red pen in my bag. Feed the cats. Something he can do easily. Then we get back on task.
Finally, let your kid be in control every now and then. This is the oldest trick in the book. It even works great for Terrible Two kids. Give options rather than commands. Would you like an apple or a string cheese for a snack? Please get dressed in your room or in the laundry room. Put on the red shirt or the blue shirt.
Of course, sometimes there are no choices. Parents are ultimately in charge. We are in charge because it is our job to be sure that a kid is learning to act according to family and society expectations, and our job to teach them what those expectations are in a respectful and effective way.
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4.30.2013
stuff. nonsense.
I called 911 on Saturday. We were back on a little trail at the park near the house and came across a small pine box about one by two feet filled with sticks and leaves and rocks, half buried in the dirt. Outside the box were two busted up Looney Toons stuffed animals and a small dog harness. It was weird. When I see weird things, I call the police. Always vigilant.
Could have been something, could have been nothing.
Could have been a geocache. Nothing more creepy than geocaching. Some day someone is going to come across something real real bad out there, mark my words. Ick. Opening hidden boxes out in nature is the stuff horror films are made of.
We are working our way through the Indiana Jones movies, slowly but surely. Raiders of the Lost Ark about two weeks ago and Temple of Doom on Sunday. Tonight maybe the third. After Temple of Doom, Jake said something about how it would have made a whole lot more sense if we watched Temple of Doom first then Raiders but I told him that's not the order they go in. Then I imdb'ed it just to be sure and it turns out that Temple is a prequel to Raiders. How did I not know that and why is that even true? Why did Jake catch on?
Those movies are fantastic.
Harrison Ford is fantastic.
I thought I would grow up and marry him. Just like Katie Holmes thought she would grow up and marry Tom Cruise. One of us got our wish, but I still feel like I won in the end.
We had our big Philadelphia Science Festival show last Thursday night. It's my favorite night of the year. Favorite show at least. Last year we were paired with a historian from the Drexel School of Public Health had the topics of the History of Vibrators, the Comstock Act, and the Kinsey Report. This year we were with the same guy and got to do sexy again. Contraception and Conception ideas through the ages. Both shows are on video, but they are locked down and password protected. I don't get why all our stuff gets taped but we aren't allowed to distribute it anywhere. Lame. Rest assured, it was hilarious. We're funny. And smart. And good looking. And now we know more about Preformism and douching with Lysol than we ever cared to know about. If I'm ever able to distrubute videos of these shows, you'll be the first to know.
The other night I was doing dishes and Dave and Jake were finishing up their water and talking at the table. Lord knows where Nicholas was. Probably on a blanket in the middle of the floor or something. But the two of them were talking about some kid at school gettingin trouble for saying sexy so Dave asked Jake if he knew what that meant and Jake said "yeah, like having sex". And all the blood drained out of our heads and the air got sucked out of the room and I turned the water down a bit and pretended not to eavesdrop while Jake went on to say that sex is when "two people lay down together and kiss and stuff". Yep. That's what it is.
So we had a bit of a sex talk at bedtime about who has sex ("grown ups and older teenagers", according to Jake) and who is allowed to talk about sex with Jacob ("parents, teachers and doctors") and what to do if anyone tries to have sex with a kid ("kick and scream and run and tell") and who to ask if there are any questions about sex ("parents, teachers and doctors but not friends"). And that was that. Then I tucked him in and said goodnight and gave him a big kiss and he looked up at me and said "you know mom, just because we are in bed together and we love each other and we are kissing, this is NOT sex".
No, no it isn't.
Barf
I almost downloaded Candy Crush Saga last night. Mostly because I hate computer games and I wanted to prove that I wouldn't get addicted like everyone else but then I didn't because what if I do? Then what?
I've been calling up old friends I miss and asking them to go out for lunch. Most of us live and/or work in the city, most of us get lunch at least once a month. It's good to see old faces. Faces that are getting older. I lost touch with a whole lot of people in the past five or ten years. Life starts to get in the way of things. It's nice to get together and let those last five or ten years melt away for an hour or so.
I'm going to be 37 in August. As most people here know, I usually add three years to my real age when I tell people my age. Adding three years to 37 puts me at 40, which is a pretty sacred club that you probably shouldn't lie your way into. So, I guess I'll be 39 for a few more years.
I look awesome for 39.
And really skinny for having four kids.
Some people lie by subtracting years. That's way dumb. I look like shit for 25.
Could have been something, could have been nothing.
Could have been a geocache. Nothing more creepy than geocaching. Some day someone is going to come across something real real bad out there, mark my words. Ick. Opening hidden boxes out in nature is the stuff horror films are made of.
***
We are working our way through the Indiana Jones movies, slowly but surely. Raiders of the Lost Ark about two weeks ago and Temple of Doom on Sunday. Tonight maybe the third. After Temple of Doom, Jake said something about how it would have made a whole lot more sense if we watched Temple of Doom first then Raiders but I told him that's not the order they go in. Then I imdb'ed it just to be sure and it turns out that Temple is a prequel to Raiders. How did I not know that and why is that even true? Why did Jake catch on?
Those movies are fantastic.
Harrison Ford is fantastic.
I thought I would grow up and marry him. Just like Katie Holmes thought she would grow up and marry Tom Cruise. One of us got our wish, but I still feel like I won in the end.
***
We had our big Philadelphia Science Festival show last Thursday night. It's my favorite night of the year. Favorite show at least. Last year we were paired with a historian from the Drexel School of Public Health had the topics of the History of Vibrators, the Comstock Act, and the Kinsey Report. This year we were with the same guy and got to do sexy again. Contraception and Conception ideas through the ages. Both shows are on video, but they are locked down and password protected. I don't get why all our stuff gets taped but we aren't allowed to distribute it anywhere. Lame. Rest assured, it was hilarious. We're funny. And smart. And good looking. And now we know more about Preformism and douching with Lysol than we ever cared to know about. If I'm ever able to distrubute videos of these shows, you'll be the first to know.
***
The other night I was doing dishes and Dave and Jake were finishing up their water and talking at the table. Lord knows where Nicholas was. Probably on a blanket in the middle of the floor or something. But the two of them were talking about some kid at school gettingin trouble for saying sexy so Dave asked Jake if he knew what that meant and Jake said "yeah, like having sex". And all the blood drained out of our heads and the air got sucked out of the room and I turned the water down a bit and pretended not to eavesdrop while Jake went on to say that sex is when "two people lay down together and kiss and stuff". Yep. That's what it is.
So we had a bit of a sex talk at bedtime about who has sex ("grown ups and older teenagers", according to Jake) and who is allowed to talk about sex with Jacob ("parents, teachers and doctors") and what to do if anyone tries to have sex with a kid ("kick and scream and run and tell") and who to ask if there are any questions about sex ("parents, teachers and doctors but not friends"). And that was that. Then I tucked him in and said goodnight and gave him a big kiss and he looked up at me and said "you know mom, just because we are in bed together and we love each other and we are kissing, this is NOT sex".
No, no it isn't.
Barf
***
I almost downloaded Candy Crush Saga last night. Mostly because I hate computer games and I wanted to prove that I wouldn't get addicted like everyone else but then I didn't because what if I do? Then what?
***
I've been calling up old friends I miss and asking them to go out for lunch. Most of us live and/or work in the city, most of us get lunch at least once a month. It's good to see old faces. Faces that are getting older. I lost touch with a whole lot of people in the past five or ten years. Life starts to get in the way of things. It's nice to get together and let those last five or ten years melt away for an hour or so.
I'm going to be 37 in August. As most people here know, I usually add three years to my real age when I tell people my age. Adding three years to 37 puts me at 40, which is a pretty sacred club that you probably shouldn't lie your way into. So, I guess I'll be 39 for a few more years.
I look awesome for 39.
And really skinny for having four kids.
Some people lie by subtracting years. That's way dumb. I look like shit for 25.
4.25.2013
helper monkeys
I attended a conference yesterday sponsored by the City's Department of Behavioral Health's Faith and Spiritual Affairs Division. Who knew there was a such thing? Not I. I don't know the exact specifics of the mission for the conference, but it was something about integrating spirituality with mental and physical wellness and healing. It was targeted to clinicians, clergy members, and normal people. The normal people had to check a box that said "person with lived experience". Most of the normal people that sat near me seemed to have mental health or addictions issues or be close to someone who does. Two very normal things these days.
A good thing to do to increase compassion is to take the word "issue" away and add the word "reality".
Mental health realities
Drug and alcohol realities
Housing realities
Fiscal realities
Most of our issues, no matter how severe on the issue spectrum, are very much realities to us.
Another good thing to do is to stop looking at people and wondering what the hell is wrong with them, and start wondering what may have happened to them to make them behave a certain way. Happy and healthy people with happy and healthy pasts don't generally hurt themselves and other people or do drugs and drink too much.
Anyway, Spiritual Pow Wow.
Of course it was very heavy handed in the Judeo-Christian-Muslim-ness, which was a bit disappointing. Probably more so for the Buddhists and the Hindi and the Atheists and the Baha'i and Confucianists and Shintos and Taoists and Druids and Wiccans and the other good citizens who came to learn than the J-C-M crowd, but everyone got by. The opening prayer, lead by Reverend So&So was the worst of it, as he prayed that at the end of God's Day all humans on Earth would realize that there was only one true path to everlasting life; through acceptance of Jesus Christ. Lots of heads became unbowed and hands unclasped for that one. Nothing like a good old fashioned jaw-dropping eye-popping prayer before (free) breakfast, said in the name of spiritual unity and tolerance. But that's neither here nor there. Just funny.
My favorite part of the conference listening to one of the speakers during a workshop on navigating middle adulthood. Middle adulthood is hard. The conference likened it to a "traffic jam".
Yes.
The speaker I especially liked (whose words will be in blue) discussed that it isn't so much the jams that can ruin us but the crashes. He works at a trauma hospital. He sees a lot of crashes.
His definition of trauma is "the physical manifestation of psychosocial and/or spiritual distress". Loss is inevitable. It's not the loss that destroys us, but the combination of loss and isolation. The community that we build around ourselves is that will save us. We are all part of other people's communities too. Sometimes we are called upon to make sure our loved ones don't fall into a horrible state of isolation.
So how do we do that? Prevent those physical manifestations of psychosocial and/or spiritual distress?
He began with running through some numbers released in a recent Pew Study. I think I got them all right. I was taking notes, he was talking fast. The study addressed spirituality versus religion. One-third of American adults under 30 are religiously unaffiliated.
One-fifth of all American adults have no religious affiliation.
One-half of American adults claim a very close connection with nature.
One-third of American adults say they are spiritual.
90% say they believe in God. What God means to them is not defined.
So, clearly if we are going to take spiritual health into consideration, we all need to be open to a broader definition of "spiritual" than many/most people are now using. It's not enough to say "I'll pray for you", "I'll think of you", "I'll meditate on this". Or "pray harder", "pray more", "pray less", "pray differently". It can be very isolating to someone in a state of distress to mention faith or God or religion, but there is proof that fostering a sort of spiritual wellness can pull people out of very dark spots.
What does spiritual wellness mean? Depends. To me, spiritual wellness has absolutely nothing to do with God. It means that I feel connected to myself.
My body.
My mind.
My feelings.
My surroundings.
My family.
My friends.
My belongings.
My career.
My hobbies.
My cats.
I feel at ease and at peace and a sense of hope that the feeling will last for more than ten minutes.
I feel valuable and worthy in the time-space continuum.
I feel at one with everything.
Connected.
Sometimes I need help with all that.
The last thing I need when I need help is for someone who is supposed to be helping me to tell me that I'm doing "spirituality" wrong.
I'm a helper. I like to help people. I like to be part of the process that occurs when someone tries to make positive changes in their lives. In their connectivity. Whatever that means to them.
So this man's discussion of how to be Spiritually-Sensitive while helping was pretty valuable to me. In a world where we are constantly striving to be Politically Correct and Culturally Aware and Religiously (or lack thereof) Respectful of one another, sometimes it's hard to know what to do. He suggested the following.
1) Just be there. Just sit with someone and bear their issues (realities) with them. Don't talk. Just be. There is no pressure to solve anything or say anything or do anything.
I like this. I have a couple friends I particularly enjoy because we can do absolutely nothing together. We can sit at a bar and stare at the well and say nothing. We can sit in the kitchen with coffee and gaze at the table seam where the long-lost leaf used to go. Put on a Phillies game and not pay attention. Grab two copies of the daily paper and race each other on the crosswords and sudukos. Sodukus. Sudokus. Number puzzles. This is why I enjoy Reiki so much. Active helping while saying nothing and doing very little. If it makes you feel better, you can pray/meditate/think while you sit there. Don't count on it to make the other person feel better.
2) Help people integrate their experiences with their world view. Their old world view may not be big enough to accept or understand why something happened. Let them talk. It helps sort things out.
When I took all those trauma classes, we learned a lot about creating narratives. Telling the story of the trauma as best as one could with the memories available at the time of the storytelling. Babbling and garbling and recollecting and telling and retelling until things start to settle down in the brain a bit. It could take minutes, it could take a lifetime. Let someone talk, but don't answer. Listen actively. Nod appropriately. Say "mmhmm" or "right" or whatever your listening buzzword is. No questions. No corrections. No nothing but listening.
3) Help people realize their potential. Trauma can expand our sense of purpose, and can let us fulfill things that once seemed impossible.
Life is short. And hard. And we put things off or feel like we can't make a difference or like we aren't good enough/strong enough/smart enough to accomplish something. When a traumatic event happens, sometimes it shakes us up enough that we turn our faces to the wind and go ahead and do things we never thought we could/should/would. We take a trip we always promised ourselves. Hike a mountain. Start an advocacy group. Some of the most influential community activists I know started from a place of pain and loss. Get angry, if that what motivates you. Let the pain motivate you. The naysayers. Whatever it takes. Get up and do. Because you can.
So many people have said to me "well, what can I do to make a difference?" and I answer "everything".
Good and bad, there are lots of singular people who have made all the difference in my life.
Lots of tiny five minute chunks of my existence have changed who I will be forever and ever and ever.
4) Advocate. Not right away, but when a person is working to put his or her life back together. Advocate for DIGNITY and JUSTICE.
The words are his, but capitals are mine. It's easy to treat a hurt person with injustice and indignity. People do it all the time. All the effing time.
Ever have a bad day and notice how people seem to treat you badly? (they are really doing that, you aren't crazy) Now times that by 1000.
5) Hallow the occasion. All of life's moments are sacred. Something profound is always taking place.
This is a hard one. For me. I think that this concept is the reason religion does so well. Why people turn to it especially when times get rough. Why they "give things up to God". The religious seem to have answers and words and ceremony and faith for things that the non-religious don't necessarily have.
I hate to think everything happens for a reason. I think it does. I guess. I don't know. I hate to think of all the really awful things that happen to people, happen for a reason. The only way I can almost maybe accept this is to accept that everything bad that happens to us is not a result of something bad that we did. It isn't a punishment.
Every day I hear of the absolutely worst effing things that can possibly happen to innocent people happening to innocent people. So do you. It's all over the news and we are all
traumatized/
traumatized/
Traumatized/
TRAUMATIZED/
TRAUMATIZED
by what we hear every day. How do we process it?
By building a community I guess.
By carefully selecting those whom with we surround ourselves.
Those whom we love and trust.
By letting them in enough to help us.
To heal us.
To make us whole and well again.
By allowing others to draw us close to them.
We sure do have a hell of a lot of responsibility to one another, don't we?
A good thing to do to increase compassion is to take the word "issue" away and add the word "reality".
Mental health realities
Drug and alcohol realities
Housing realities
Fiscal realities
Most of our issues, no matter how severe on the issue spectrum, are very much realities to us.
Another good thing to do is to stop looking at people and wondering what the hell is wrong with them, and start wondering what may have happened to them to make them behave a certain way. Happy and healthy people with happy and healthy pasts don't generally hurt themselves and other people or do drugs and drink too much.
Anyway, Spiritual Pow Wow.
Of course it was very heavy handed in the Judeo-Christian-Muslim-ness, which was a bit disappointing. Probably more so for the Buddhists and the Hindi and the Atheists and the Baha'i and Confucianists and Shintos and Taoists and Druids and Wiccans and the other good citizens who came to learn than the J-C-M crowd, but everyone got by. The opening prayer, lead by Reverend So&So was the worst of it, as he prayed that at the end of God's Day all humans on Earth would realize that there was only one true path to everlasting life; through acceptance of Jesus Christ. Lots of heads became unbowed and hands unclasped for that one. Nothing like a good old fashioned jaw-dropping eye-popping prayer before (free) breakfast, said in the name of spiritual unity and tolerance. But that's neither here nor there. Just funny.
My favorite part of the conference listening to one of the speakers during a workshop on navigating middle adulthood. Middle adulthood is hard. The conference likened it to a "traffic jam".
Yes.
The speaker I especially liked (whose words will be in blue) discussed that it isn't so much the jams that can ruin us but the crashes. He works at a trauma hospital. He sees a lot of crashes.
His definition of trauma is "the physical manifestation of psychosocial and/or spiritual distress". Loss is inevitable. It's not the loss that destroys us, but the combination of loss and isolation. The community that we build around ourselves is that will save us. We are all part of other people's communities too. Sometimes we are called upon to make sure our loved ones don't fall into a horrible state of isolation.
So how do we do that? Prevent those physical manifestations of psychosocial and/or spiritual distress?
He began with running through some numbers released in a recent Pew Study. I think I got them all right. I was taking notes, he was talking fast. The study addressed spirituality versus religion. One-third of American adults under 30 are religiously unaffiliated.
One-fifth of all American adults have no religious affiliation.
One-half of American adults claim a very close connection with nature.
One-third of American adults say they are spiritual.
90% say they believe in God. What God means to them is not defined.
So, clearly if we are going to take spiritual health into consideration, we all need to be open to a broader definition of "spiritual" than many/most people are now using. It's not enough to say "I'll pray for you", "I'll think of you", "I'll meditate on this". Or "pray harder", "pray more", "pray less", "pray differently". It can be very isolating to someone in a state of distress to mention faith or God or religion, but there is proof that fostering a sort of spiritual wellness can pull people out of very dark spots.
What does spiritual wellness mean? Depends. To me, spiritual wellness has absolutely nothing to do with God. It means that I feel connected to myself.
My body.
My mind.
My feelings.
My surroundings.
My family.
My friends.
My belongings.
My career.
My hobbies.
My cats.
I feel at ease and at peace and a sense of hope that the feeling will last for more than ten minutes.
I feel valuable and worthy in the time-space continuum.
I feel at one with everything.
Connected.
Sometimes I need help with all that.
The last thing I need when I need help is for someone who is supposed to be helping me to tell me that I'm doing "spirituality" wrong.
I'm a helper. I like to help people. I like to be part of the process that occurs when someone tries to make positive changes in their lives. In their connectivity. Whatever that means to them.
So this man's discussion of how to be Spiritually-Sensitive while helping was pretty valuable to me. In a world where we are constantly striving to be Politically Correct and Culturally Aware and Religiously (or lack thereof) Respectful of one another, sometimes it's hard to know what to do. He suggested the following.
1) Just be there. Just sit with someone and bear their issues (realities) with them. Don't talk. Just be. There is no pressure to solve anything or say anything or do anything.
I like this. I have a couple friends I particularly enjoy because we can do absolutely nothing together. We can sit at a bar and stare at the well and say nothing. We can sit in the kitchen with coffee and gaze at the table seam where the long-lost leaf used to go. Put on a Phillies game and not pay attention. Grab two copies of the daily paper and race each other on the crosswords and sudukos. Sodukus. Sudokus. Number puzzles. This is why I enjoy Reiki so much. Active helping while saying nothing and doing very little. If it makes you feel better, you can pray/meditate/think while you sit there. Don't count on it to make the other person feel better.
2) Help people integrate their experiences with their world view. Their old world view may not be big enough to accept or understand why something happened. Let them talk. It helps sort things out.
When I took all those trauma classes, we learned a lot about creating narratives. Telling the story of the trauma as best as one could with the memories available at the time of the storytelling. Babbling and garbling and recollecting and telling and retelling until things start to settle down in the brain a bit. It could take minutes, it could take a lifetime. Let someone talk, but don't answer. Listen actively. Nod appropriately. Say "mmhmm" or "right" or whatever your listening buzzword is. No questions. No corrections. No nothing but listening.
3) Help people realize their potential. Trauma can expand our sense of purpose, and can let us fulfill things that once seemed impossible.
Life is short. And hard. And we put things off or feel like we can't make a difference or like we aren't good enough/strong enough/smart enough to accomplish something. When a traumatic event happens, sometimes it shakes us up enough that we turn our faces to the wind and go ahead and do things we never thought we could/should/would. We take a trip we always promised ourselves. Hike a mountain. Start an advocacy group. Some of the most influential community activists I know started from a place of pain and loss. Get angry, if that what motivates you. Let the pain motivate you. The naysayers. Whatever it takes. Get up and do. Because you can.
So many people have said to me "well, what can I do to make a difference?" and I answer "everything".
Good and bad, there are lots of singular people who have made all the difference in my life.
Lots of tiny five minute chunks of my existence have changed who I will be forever and ever and ever.
4) Advocate. Not right away, but when a person is working to put his or her life back together. Advocate for DIGNITY and JUSTICE.
The words are his, but capitals are mine. It's easy to treat a hurt person with injustice and indignity. People do it all the time. All the effing time.
Ever have a bad day and notice how people seem to treat you badly? (they are really doing that, you aren't crazy) Now times that by 1000.
5) Hallow the occasion. All of life's moments are sacred. Something profound is always taking place.
This is a hard one. For me. I think that this concept is the reason religion does so well. Why people turn to it especially when times get rough. Why they "give things up to God". The religious seem to have answers and words and ceremony and faith for things that the non-religious don't necessarily have.
I hate to think everything happens for a reason. I think it does. I guess. I don't know. I hate to think of all the really awful things that happen to people, happen for a reason. The only way I can almost maybe accept this is to accept that everything bad that happens to us is not a result of something bad that we did. It isn't a punishment.
Every day I hear of the absolutely worst effing things that can possibly happen to innocent people happening to innocent people. So do you. It's all over the news and we are all
traumatized/
traumatized/
Traumatized/
TRAUMATIZED/
TRAUMATIZED
by what we hear every day. How do we process it?
By building a community I guess.
By carefully selecting those whom with we surround ourselves.
Those whom we love and trust.
By letting them in enough to help us.
To heal us.
To make us whole and well again.
By allowing others to draw us close to them.
We sure do have a hell of a lot of responsibility to one another, don't we?
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