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Sunday, October 30, 2011

Afraid of the Dark


I’ve always been afraid of the dark. Honestly, I’m the world’s biggest chicken when it comes to silly things like this. So it was to my initial disappointment when my son decided to turn off all the lights in the house one Sunday night. He decided that it was time for the bad guys to put him in the dungeon, and it had to be dark to do it! Clearly, my husband and I couldn’t refuse.

There I sat in the pitch black thinking my son has many characteristics that come from my husband. He is high energy, communication galore and sharp. He is part curious, part sure of himself, part defining himself – he is my little man. My son races into the room, and leaves me wondering how does he know how to get around this house so well at night? “Mommy, they put us in the dungeon.” “Yes I know, sweetie.” Right then daddy starts to sneaks in, bounces back surprised, and laughs “Did somebody order a pizza?!” To which my son earnestly answers, “Yes we did.”

After my third trip putting my son down for the night, I lazily think about the incredible nature of imagination. How fun to suspend reality and turn your world into exactly what you want. It is something that I would like to do more of more often. Not suspend reality, as I’m quite content right where I’m at, but to envision your world exactly as you would like it to be: to genuinely look at life with all its future possibilities. Think of it as the power of positive thinking, the power of imagination or living in fantasy, but think of it. There is much in this life to be thankful for and there is much to enjoy!

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Sunday, October 23, 2011

The Amazing Race


We love watching the Amazing Race at our house. We take pleasure living vicariously through others as they race around the globe while we sit in the comfort of our home without the stress that accompanies frenzied travel. Without fail once a week, my husband reminds me that he would not choose me to gallivant across the world with him if we ever thought to enter the show, as he says I couldn’t handle the stress. That makes me laugh; I’m forever being fired from our imagined Amazing Race adventure.
Of course, we’re always a week or two or three behind on the episodes because television falls far behind in the priority list, but nonetheless, I’m grateful for the ability to record and view shows whenever the opportunity presents itself. Recently, we watched the episode where Kaylani and Lisa were eliminated from the race in Indonesia. They weren’t my favorite team in earnest, but I suddenly took notice of them when Kaylani Paliotta, a single mother, mentioned that she was running the race for her daughter. She mentioned that she feared her four year would be disappointed that she hadn’t won. That comment made me stop and pay attention as well as wish that they hadn’t been eliminated from the race.
At four years old, I can imagine that her daughter would be nothing short of thrilled to see her and the race would be the farthest thing from her mind. Even so, I can relate to the drive that our children inspire within us without their knowledge. I think about my children every time I endeavor to do something outside of my comfort zone. I think of them when I’m having a particularly challenging day realizing that they too will have days like this.  I must show them that when life gives you a momentary punch, surrender is not an option.  I even think of them when I’m having a particularly good day hoping that I can teach my children that positive thoughts breed a positive life. What’s more, they are my constant motivation for following my dreams, as I wish to show them that they can accomplish anything that they set their mind to, and that they can be what they envision.

It sounds so straightforward, but it can be difficult to lead by example. I have heard that motherhood is the steepest path to enlightenment, and I believe that is true, but I also believe that our children never seem to notice our perceived or actual shortcomings. They do not seem to care if we win the Amazing Race of life; rather, they offer unrestricted, unconditional, and absolute love no matter our deficiencies. And perhaps that is why our children motivate us. It is that endless supply of love, and the knowledge that they’re in our corner regardless of the circumstances. It is these things that fuel us to do our very best because in the end it is all about encouragement.
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Sunday, October 16, 2011

A Memorable Day at the Pumpkin Patch


The crisp cool fall air touches my skin, as we are jostled left to right in the tractor pulled wagon. I take a deep breath, relax and quietly appreciate the contrast of the sun’s warmth on my face against the pleasant chill of October. My daughter shifts lazily in my lap looking out at the endless fields of pumpkins while my son’s expression reflects his anxiousness to explore. I love days like this: a day centered on time with our children, investigating the beautiful outdoors, and embracing the simplest pleasures of life.
We arrive at the pumpkin patch to a plethora of orange dotting the landscape. My children run up and down the rows enjoying the time to roam while I set out to find four flawless specimens. Each time I get close to a selecting a pumpkin, I discover that it is a bit more perfect than the previous one that I examined only moments ago. This encourages my indecision, and soon I am on a quest to find the most perfect of all the perfect pumpkins. In the meantime, my children are enchanted by the dirt – laying down, rolling around, and running their fingers across the pebbles much to my chagrin.  I have to remind myself of my husband’s philosophy: kids like dirt and dirt doesn’t hurt (Shakespeare he is not, but he does have a point).   
I hear my daughter squeal with joy as my son chases her, and I stop my pumpkin obsession momentarily to reflect on how quickly my daughter is growing up. At 18 months, she is starting to look like a toddler. Her face has started to look less like an infant’s, and she has suddenly started to sprout in height. She is independent, strong, and knows how to make her thoughts clear. In an instant, she stops and begins running after her brother with a look of determination that I have seen before. My son, surprised by the prompt change in direction, is taken aback for a brief second but then quickly accepts the new game. I laugh and feel grateful that my young children are beginning to play so well together. There is just something about watching your children having fun together that makes your heart sing.

It is late morning by the time we hoist our four unblemished pumpkins and our two heavily soiled children into the car. My husband and I exchange yawns as we watch our children slowly settle into their car seats. It is then that I’m reminded once again of how much they’ve matured in a short period of time. They are still babies in my mind of course, but with each passing day I see glimpses of what lies ahead. I see two children that are siblings and friends: protective of one another, loving, capable, smart as well as strong, and I feel blessed - blessed to be enjoying another beautiful day with my family, blessed that a simple trip to the pumpkin patch taught me so much, and blessed to be the mother of two remarkable children.

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Sunday, October 9, 2011

The School of Life


When I think back to my childhood, I remember disliking Kindergarten and Elementary School. I found the school drab and depressing. None of my early childhood education teachers stand out in my memory as particularly good, loving or energetic. That is not to say that my teachers were necessarily poor, but they certainly didn’t have a noticeable impact, and having two older and rambunctious siblings, learning wasn’t on the top of my priority list. In fact, I recall my surprise when several years later, I began liking school. I found many of my teachers in High School inspiring, and I started to truly enjoy learning. 

Now as a parent, and perhaps because of my educational experiences, I want to give my children the experience that I discovered in my latter teenage years but at the onset of their education.  As a result, my husband and I took the process of selecting a preschool for my son seriously.  Our goal was to find a rich and warm learning environment; one that begged for exploration through an engaging, colorful classroom, dynamic life lessons, and loving teachers.  
I believe that we found the perfect fit.  During our first Back to School Night, my son’s excited expression and eagerness to highlight every inch of his classroom as well as introduce me once again to his teacher said it all! The school is beaming with life and energy. The teachers are warm, loving and astute. Learning and play time are sandwiched together in a collective and effective mix. It is as every school should be: an environment that excites your senses and makes learning fun.

I left the school event contemplating the importance of education but also appreciating the many teaching opportunities that we encounter regularly as parents. While it is true that I want my children to enjoy school, I also understand that true wisdom is cultivated in the many ordinary and extraordinary experiences of everyday life. Each day provides us with almost limitless opportunities to teach our children. Walking outdoors provides a chance to teach basic ecology, making dinner offers the ability to discuss different cultures, and visiting the grocery store affords basic lessons in mathematics.  The simple truth is that a genuine love of learning can be developed and accelerated by taking advantage of our day to day encounters. After all, life is about learning.
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Sunday, October 2, 2011

Mommy’s Grumpy!


by Amy Fisher

“Mommy’s grumpy!” It was a definite statement of fact—not even a question. My sweet two-year-old plopped into my lap like a cat and patted my arm, her huge blue eyes smiling and sympathetic. She said it again, “Mommy’s grumpy.” Period. “Oh no, no …” the words automatically flew out of my mouth. I was just about to tell her I was fine when it hit me. She was right. I was totally not fine. I had spent the week going at warp speed on little sleep, no down time, no exercise, denying I was even a wee bit tired at eight months pregnant, and most certainly denying to myself that, yes, I did feel grumpy. What was more shocking to me than the fact that my toddler called me on it was the fact that I hadn’t even noticed! Hellooooo … it was another one of those “learning moments” for me as a parent that come from one of my wisest little teachers.

Around my house we’ve been talking a lot about feelings lately—particularly my child’s. It’s that developmental stage my daughter is in where she’s articulating her feelings, labeling them, talking about why she feels this or that. And the thing that blows my mind about her—and children in general—is their absolute honesty and insight into their emotions. It’s definitely something that we, as parents and adults, would benefit from observing, re-learning, and emulating. Children are amazing little beings and it’s quite a privilege to be a parent, able to see the world again vicariously through the purest of lenses. It’s worth noting the way they “feel” the world and maybe trying to apply some of that to our own grown-up lives. We just might feel a little less “grumpy” sometimes. Here are a few observations I’ve made to illustrate the lesson I learned today:



Kids own their feelings. Plain and simple. There’s no denying a feeling for a child. When a feeling pops up, they are quick to acknowledge it. They don’t hide it or put on a false front for the sake of social graces. How many times have you asked someone how they are, and through gritted teeth or sad eyes they say, “I’m fine! How are you?” Or, in my case, they don’t go about their day pretending to themselves that everything is peachy keen, when it’s not. Nope, kids stop and greet the feeling. Like the other day in my daughter’s tumbling class. All the other toddlers were romping around the mats, swinging from the trapezes, and skipping from one activity to the next. My daughter was doing the same when all of a sudden, she stopped, laid down svasana-style on a big blue mat and said, “Ella feels tired. Need a rest.” Literally five seconds later, she popped up and went about her business, feeling restored. She didn’t care what any of the other kids thought of her as they hopped and played around her resting spot. Perhaps if I would’ve followed her lead today and acknowledged my own fatigue, taken a rest, and then moved on, I would not have ended up grumpy. Which leads me to my next point …

Kids feel their feelings. And then let them go. How many times have you gotten upset about something, allowed it to hang around (or even denied that it upset you), and then it morphed into a bigger deal than it should have been later on? It’s emotional baggage, and we’re good about hauling it around as adults. We seem to be really attached to our feelings. Children, on the other hand, greet their feelings head on and really “feel” them, expressing them … and afterwards, they let them go. No grudges, no revisits months later, no shame. Have you ever seen the movie Babies? If not, you should. It’s filled with countless examples of how little ones easily express and process their feelings. There are rage-filled tantrums, moments of pure bliss with tiny smiles so wide it makes your heart melt, and even moments of babies feeling sadness that might make you cry. But you’ll notice that after every strong show of emotion, little ones continue on about their day, almost as if it never happened. That’s because they aren’t attached to any one feeling and they accept that it’s a natural part of life. I think we’ve forgotten this as grown ups.

Kids do not judge their feelings. This is my favorite. In teaching my daughter about feelings, I am reminded that labels such as “good feelings” and “bad feelings” are ones that grown-ups have made up. To a child, there’s neither good nor bad … a feeling just is. As adults, we tend to hold onto the good feelings and deny or shy away from any of the bad ones. We are uncomfortable with sadness, anger, or fear and often distract ourselves if we even so much as suspect they might occur. Or we apologize to others for feeling something “bad” … “I’m sorry I’m really upset right now … “ Why be sorry?



As a parent, the most important take-away from all of this is the fact that our children are keenly in tune to not only their own emotions, but ours as well. Even if your child isn’t old enough to talk, or even if he or she doesn’t seem to be aware of your moods, they are. They are absorbing everything in their environment including your energy. I was reminded today that even if my actions don’t outwardly reflect my mood, my child still feels it and is affected by it. This doesn’t mean pretending that everything is perfect (when it’s not) for the sake of harmony at home—because children have great bullshit detectors as well. To me, it simply means being more in tune with my feelings so that I can name them, feel them, and then let them go so that they don’t become something more that unnecessarily affects my child.

So the coolest part about my little lesson today was the fact that after I told my daughter, yes, mommy feels grumpy and thank you for noticing, she put her hands up to my face and said, “I lovvvvvvve my Mommy!” You can rest assured that my grouchy mood melted into a giant puddle, and I felt loved and happy the rest of the day.

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