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Fudge

Talk about unintended consequences.

Having let the boy and the lass watch A Christmas Story, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised at their choice of a takeaway scene. Thinking about it, any one of a number of them would have been understandable: the Little Orphan Annie decoder scene, the flagpole scene with Flick, the unboxing of the “major award” scene, even when Ralphie gets to shoot his Red Ryder BB Gun and breaks his glasses. But the one they both have been talking about ever since is the one that I just can’t explain to their full satisfaction: the tire changing scene. Specifically, “FUUUDGE!”

Initially, they didn’t quite grok that “FUDGE” was not what Ralphie actually said. They were confused because “Dad, is ‘FUDGE’ a bad word?” Obviously, no, it isn’t a bad word. After imparting a better understanding of the scene, they immediately set to trying to figure out what exactly “the word” was.

I have to confess to a strange combination of amusement and shame at this. They started asking questions like “Was it the ‘S’ word?” and “It wasn’t the ‘D’ word, was it?” as they mulled through the options. The amusement was in how they were phrasing the questions- clearly, they understood that even the pretext of trying to understand a movie scene was not excuse enough to start letting fly with profanity. But I have to say, I was a little embarrassed at the sheer number of words they were working through.

I’ll confess to, on occasion, under moments of extreme duress imparted by child initiated circumstances, having let fly with an occasional bad word here and there. But after listening to their questions, it became clear to me that the Wife really bears the brunt of the blame here. She really needs to be more careful in their presence…

Getting back to the kids, I was more dismayed to realize that the boy’s sleuthing had involved discussing the scene with his friends at school. With their “help,” he came home yesterday and declared that he had figured out “the word” and he proceeded to spell it out for verification (at least he knew enough not to blurt it out): ‘F’-‘U’-‘K’-‘I’-‘N’.

The first few thoughts going through my head at that moment actually involved variations on that word. I finally decided that his knowing the word wasn’t the end of the world. But I decided a little reinforcement was in order. So after confirming he had figured it out, I asked him “Do you remember what happened to Ralphie AFTER he used that word?”

He nodded and said “He got soap put in his mouth.” I think he sensed where I was taking the conversation because he dropped his eyes to the ground and did a couple of nervous little foot flicks at the air in front of him.

“Well, if you want to avoid the same punishment, then I’d better not ever hear you using words like that,” I said. Then I continued “In fact, I’ll probably make you brush your teeth with soap if I hear that from you.” The lass gasped and blurted out “EEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW!” I added “And the same goes for YOU” and pointed at the lass so there was no opportunity for confusion.

He looked up at me, nodding, and said “I won’t.”

And we left it at that. A couple minutes later, they were both in a heated discussion about what the worst word you could say was. I broke in and directed the conversation to a more parentally approved topic when the competition was between the ‘D’ word and the ‘B’ word. And I reinforced that they should not be using any of those words. They both indicated that they wouldn’t. Ever.

Of course, I know better than that.

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Sparky Rides Again!

His triumphant return was marked with song and dance and drink and merriment through out the land.

PAH!

Who am I kidding? It was marked with immediate requests for this, that and the other thing. Including asking him to sit in certain places.

The kids clearly missed the little guy.

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Star of the Week Letter

Here’s the letter the Wife and I sent out for the boy’s Star of the Week thingy. To be honest, it was one of those assignments that ended up being more the Wife’s and mine than his. Sure, he had a few “My favorite is this” and “I like that” things to do. But the Wife printed out the pictures and cut them so they could be pasted in place. And the Wife asked for letter’s from immediate family for him. But I guess that’s the nature of the beast.

It’s hard to know what to write to you. We’ve been watching you grow up for 7 years now. Seven years might seem like a long time to you, but for your Mom and I it’s been very short. That’s probably hard for you to understand- how can a long time be short? Well, it’s like when you are with your friends. You’re so busy having fun that you forget that time goes by. And before you know it, it’s time for your friend to go home.

In your case, you’re a busy kid. You play soccer, baseball and hockey. You participate in Cub Scouts and practice karate as well as go to school. And then there are the times we go to the museum or the zoo or the beach or the park. All of those activities keep Mom and I and your sister go-go-going all the time along with you. So none of us notice all the time going by. You started out as a baby and before we knew it, here you are as a 2nd grader.

So what are some of the things your Mom and I can say about you? For one, you don’t like to wake up in the morning. You like to stay in your nice warm bed and sleep. When you do (finally!) get up, you like to watch TV. Your favorite cartoons right now are The Pink Panther and Avatar. That’s neat for your Mom and I because we used to watch the The Pink Panther when we were growing up.

You’re becoming more interested in football now. That’s neat for Dad because football is his favorite sport. Did you know the first time he ever sat and watched a football game with you, you cried? You were just a baby then, and he turned on a game with you and then looked at you and said “YAY! FOOTBALL!” And you looked at him for a moment, and then started crying. Mom just laughed.

You can be very serious. Especially when you are playing “Super Mario Brothers” on your DS. You still get upset when you are having a tough time with the game. But you always stick with it and get passed what you are having trouble with. Hopefully that’s something you never stop doing- keep on trying until you succeed.

What are some fun things about you? You are VERY ticklish. Your favorite food is hamburgers with cheese. You like to play hide-and-seek with your friends when they come over. You’ve started collecting Pokemon cards, but you haven’t learned how to play the game yet. That’s OK, none of your friends know how to play either. You like to swim in the ocean. You enjoy spending time doing crafts and baking with Mom. And you get very excited when Sparky appears each year.

Wow. That’s a lot of stuff already, and I could write a lot more too. I know earlier I wrote that 7 years seems like a short time, but the fact is you can (and you have!) done a lot in 7 years. Your Mom and I have been around that whole time, watching you and helping you and teaching you. There is still a lot for you to do and to learn. And your Mom and I are looking forward to it.

We love you!

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3’s A Crowd

The boy had one of his friends over today. This situation leads to problems with his sister, whom does not understand that she’s the third wheel. The boy’s expectations aren’t entirely unreasonable, since he wants to hang out with his bud for a bit. The lass, for her part, doesn’t make it easy for him. She wants to play with his friends as well and doesn’t understand why she shouldn’t be able to. So she tails after them hi and lo throughout the house.

I ran interference a few times for him, taking the lass aside to play games with her and keep her occupied for a time. But there’s only so much that I can do, and only so long that she’ll be distracted. Then it’s right back to square one.

It does provide for some amusing moments though. The boy likes to take his friend and make a mad dash for his bedroom where he locks the door and his sister out. The lass, being a seasoned veteran at this point in counter-attacking, simply bides her time. When the boy emerges from the room, she quietly locks his door and closes it so he can’t get back in. He was none too pleased when he realized what she’d done. All I could do was unlock the door and chuckle.

For all his griping about his sister though, he was having a lot of fun running around with her by the end of the afternoon. They were all running around playing the ol’ classic, hide-and-seek. Sure, she seemed to be “it” more often than the boy or his friend; but they were all getting along just fine. Too bad they couldn’t have played like that he whole time.

Maybe next time.

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“That’s Creepy”

The Wife’s after Thanksgiving schedule does not involve trips to the stores for Black Friday. Rather, it involves setting up the Christmas tree.

This year it also involved separating the kids for a time. Blame it on turkey hangover. They sat around most of the morning watching TV and then went right at each other’s throats when the TV went off. Their energy was redirected towards chores, where they continued to fight and snipe at each other.

The Wife and I, in the mean time, took care of the grunt work of tree setup. No natural trees here. We’re all plastic and fantastic. Complete with lights. We also did our best to ignore the yelling and screaming upstairs.

When an eerie silence began to emanate from the upstairs, we had them come down and begin the fun part of tree setup: putting on the ornaments. The kids have various fun ornaments from Hallmark involving Looney Tunes, Rudolf, Harry Potter and so on. The Wife and I also have our own ornaments, which involve Star Wars and A Christmas Story.

The boy became curious about the Christmas Story ornaments. They highlighted some of the better known moments from the movie such as the flat tire scene with “F-U-D-G-E” and the flag pole scene with Flick complete with audio with the push of a button. Of course, having never seen it, he had no appreciation for the scenes depicted. But I think my own fondness for them made him curious in a “What’s the big deal with this movie?” kind of way. So we agreed to let him watch it before going to bed.

Most of the humor was lost on him. Though he did get a kick out of some things like when the Mother is dressing Randy up in his snow suit, or when Randy falls and can’t get up without help. He also chuckled at the over-the-top nature of the two bullies and when the duck got it’s head lopped off at the Chinese restaurant. He even empathised with Ralphie when he got his mouth washed out with soap.

It didn’t occur to me until it was too late that we were running a bit of a risk in letting him watch the movie. In particular, the Santa scene in the mall and then the gift unwrapping scene could have led him to start asking questions. Thankfully, it didn’t. But he did have a couple of comments during the Santa scene. First, when Ralphie finally got his turn and the movie had all the extreme close-ups with the mall Santa bellowing “HO-HO-HO!” in his face, the boy commented “That’s creepy.” Which was actually pretty accurate, really. He also commented on the elves being mean.

When it was all said and done, he was happy Ralphie got his Red Ryder BB Gun. But it’ll be a while before he enjoys the movie like I do.

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A New Approach

One of the challenges, for me personally, having the kids involved in youth sports is the practice dynamic. I, having participated in college sports and continuing to practice various athletic disciplines, know what it takes to not just be good, but be very good. Going out and practicing really isn’t enough- the practice needs to be focused and effort needs to be given and a vision of proficiency has to be maintained and strived for at all times. Also, in order to prevent burning out an athlete needs to rotate through different kinds of routines and drills as well as rotate through different aspects within the discipline.

Having said that, it’s pretty clear that expecting a 7 year old to get all that is a bit of a stretch. Their attentions spans are notoriously short and they have their own things they want to be good at. Like Mario Brothers or Mario Kart. Also, it seeming more and more likely that 7 is the age where a certain amount of rebellion starts to set in. But that’s a different topic.

So typically, when I bring the kids to a practice, I try to encourage them and emphasize “having fun.” To them that mostly, I think, means shucking and jiving with their friends during practice. It doesn’t generally materialize into a consistent amount of effort at trying to get better. In fact, I see a lot of times where they just go through the motions.

Which drives me crazy.

I’m a firm believer that the better an athlete is at a sport, the more fun it is. Not giving effort in practice basically means no improvement; thus, it’s just not as much fun and increases the likelihood of quitting. Actually, I think the basic principle applies to any discipline.

So I’m starting to try to get them to pick something to work on when they practice. But I don’t pick it for them. I just ask what they think they need to improve on. If their reply is to general, like for karate the boy might say “sparring”, I steer him towards something more specific.

“Like what in sparring? Kicking? Blocking?”

By getting them to focus on something in practice, I’m hoping for a number of things. First, that their effort level will improve. Second, they’ll start to get much better. And third, they’ll start to enjoy it more because they are getting better. With any luck, it’ll form a positive feedback loop where having fun motivates them to get even better, making it more fun.

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3 Links

Via Ann Althouse, an article about children and play.

Ann wants a policy definition of play. The article she links is about how allowing kids to play isn’t a high enough priority. My takeaway? “Self-Initiated Cognitive Activity”- a.k.a “play.” If only it made for a nifty acronym, it would be perfect.

Next, via Glenn Reynolds, some video whether spanking is abuse.

I’ll parrot Glenn’s pithy answer- no, it isn’t. The confusion is because people opposed to spanking equate it with hitting. It’s not. It’s a physical correction. Spanking isn’t about hurting, it’s about teaching. For those who think otherwise, I offer the following (true) story.

I had cooked up some pizza for dinner and set the pans on the table after they came out of the oven. The lass (she was probable 2 or so, at the time) was sitting down and I told her “Don’t touch the pan, OK? It will hurt you.” I had just turned my back to go get drinks when I heard her yell out and start crying. I turned around and she was holding her finger- she had touched the pan. I picked her up, took her to the sink and started running cold water over it while the Wife took an ice cube out for me to hold on the spot. I said to the lass “I’ll bet you’ll never to that again.” She nodded through tears. And she hasn’t.

So clearly, pain can be useful as a teacher.

I’ll also add that as kids get older, the number of pressure points increases as they develop their preferences like TV, Wii, aversion to early bed times, etc. Thus, the utility of spanking decreases quickly as they grow up.

And finally, Kevin Drum talks about “early intervention”.

My first thought about this is- you guys needed a study to know that neglect of a child at an early age stunts their growth? Isn’t this obvious?

He wants to spend more money on the problem. Of course he does. Because spending money on problems is universally shown to solve those problems all the time. Do I have to link some of Kevin’s own posts about the effectiveness of all the money we’re spending on education to support my point?

Look, I’ll say “Kevin, all the more power to you” if he wants to go and start up some foundation that raises money and distributes it to day cares around the country or something. Good. Great even. Heck, I’d even be fine with targeting more of the money we do spend towards early intervention. But he needs to do a better job of convincing me the problem is widespread enough to justify the kind of response he’s advocating. He has a link to purportedly demonstrate this, but all I get is a post where the author says “experts say.” Feh. Show me some data and your work.

For that matter, why not just advocate against day care more? It is possible to choose to stay home and raise kids you know. Even Dads can do it.

A final, observation. Just because.

What struck me about these 3 links is how they all deal with “extremes”: too much spanking is abuse; neglect is unhealthy for kids; no to time to play is unhealthy for kids. And all 3 try to convince the audience that their extreme has to be dealt with and the sooner the better. But none really provide any real evidence that their problem is becoming endemic, or even on the rise. It’s just that someone did some research and found a “bad” thing to advocate against. Even then, what they’re advocating for is hardly novel. I certainly can’t imagine anyone advocating for this stuff. Yet, something needs to be done in their mind.

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A Letter to Santa- Follow-up

Not to be outdone, the lass decided to color a picture and address it to Santa. (I chose not to scan that one in because her name was too prominent a part of the picture.) Both kids then decided to leave it out on the fireplace in the hopes Santa would stop by and pick them up. They wanted some assurance that he would, in fact, show up to get the letters.

I told them that it wasn’t even Thanksgiving yet and Santa was busy preparing for Christmas already, so I didn’t think he’d be stopping by to pick them up. The kids decided to give it a try anyway, but at least they were prepared.

The boy was the first to notice that their pictures were gone this morning. In their place, a piece of green licorice and a red mint had been left. Apparently, Dads don’t know everything.

And the legend of Santa grows a bit more.

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A Letter To Santa

The boy drew a picture:

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You can see who it’s for. But wait! There’s more!

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Nice Moments in Parenting

The boy comes over to me with his homework paper and hands it to me. It’s math homework. At the top is a picture of a train with 11 cars and the boy has numbered them accordingly. Underneath the train is written “5+5=10”; presumably as an example for how to use the cars in the train to help with the addition. The boy has crossed this out and drawn an arrow to another spot where he wrote “5+6=11”.

He then says “Dad, this is wrong. There are 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 cars here and 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 cars here and that makes 11, not 10. Also, I don’t get the question at the bottom.”

So the boy thinks the equation is supposed to match the cars in the train, but it doesn’t- so he’s right. But he’s wrong because “5+5” does, in fact, equal 10. I know math is different nowadays, but it can’t be that different. So I take some time to explain that the train is just there to help with adding and I demonstrate it like someone would use there fingers to help with addition. After initially sticking to his guns, he finally agrees and asks, “So I don’t have to cross that out?” I shake my head and he takes the paper away and erases his “correction.”.

He then returns and asks me about the question at the bottom. The question is “What pattern do you see in the sums above?” The “sums above” are all answers to math problems where a number is added to itself, e.g. “1+1”, “4+4”, “7+7”. The answer is obvious to me, but I can’t just tell it to him.

I begin by saying “Well, what do all the numbers have in common?”

“They’re all less than 14?” he asks hopefully.

I point to one of the problems that reads “9+9” (he got the right answer) and say “Nope.”

“Oh yeah, there’s 16 too” he points to “8+8” and corrects himself. He thinks for a couple more seconds and then says “Uhhh, they’re all doubles?”

Pretty sure that he means all the problems involve adding a number to itself, I answer “Yes, but that’s not it. The question is about your answers. What else?”

Now he gets a little frustrated and furrows his brow. Then he gets distracted by his sister. I give him a moment, figuring he’s puzzling it out. Finally, his attention returns to the homework, but he doesn’t have any other ideas.

“What numbers are missing in the answers?” I ask.

Then the light bulb goes on and he gets a smile on his face. “OH! They’re all EVEN numbers.”

I returned his smile, tousled his hair and handed him the paper. He wrote his answer down:

“Ther an all even numbers.”

A parent’s work is never done.

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Elbow Update

Here’s pretty much the exact brace I’ve got for the time being. The hinge has a lock switch to immobilize the elbow completely, in addition to a couple of “stops” to limit the range of motion of my elbow. For the first couple of days with it I tried to pull sweatshirts and the like over it. But it’s too much of a hassle and I’m just wearing short sleeves now until the brace comes off.

My PT has started as well. For the moment, all that consists of is range of motion exercises and working on some of the scar tissue. I’ve got nice golf ball sized wad right under the incision in the crook of my elbow. It kind of looks like an alien has taken residence there. At least it won’t be fatal if something does pop out of there.

One final note: the lass was initially very impressed with the brace. She particularly like the “thermometer” where the hinge is. The Wife and I had to explain to her it measures a different kind of “degrees” than temperature.

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Don’t Feed the Monster

The lass was chugging along fine this morning. Despite getting up a little after 6 (on a Saturday!) to start getting ready for hockey practice, she was basically cheerful and agreeable. She’d eaten her breakfast without much drama and even managed to put most of her hockey gear on herself. It actually seemed like the stars had aligned for an uneventful morning.

Which is really the point where we should have realized such was not the case. Because sure enough, after getting through all the “hard” stuff, she hit her stumbling block at being unable to find her sneakers.

She looked. In that characteristic way any kid “looks” for a missing something. Namely, she rushed around swinging her head back and forth fast enough to give an observer whiplash, screaming in a highly irritated (and irritating) whine “I can’t FIIIIIIIND IIIIIT!” She blew by me at mach one, then up the stairs to further search.

Eventually, she did find them. But that wasn’t the end of it. Her antics grew ridiculous enough that I decided to mosey over to further assess the situation.

Basically, she didn’t want to put her shoes on. She wanted it done for her.

It was at that point that, simultaneously, the Wife declared “I’m going to wait in the car” and I simply turned around and walked away. Thus, depriving her of the one thing she wanted at the moment- an audience.

As I headed back down to my computer in the basement, I heard a growl of frustration, the door open and close and then quiet. After a couple of minutes, I wandered back upstairs and she was gone. She was off to hockey.

As hard and unnatural as it may seem at any given moment in the heat of battle, doing nothing really can be an effective counter measure to a kid’s tantrum. I’ve been sucked into many a drama, arguing with the irrational mindset that kid’s frequent. Thinking back on them, it’s remarkable the number of times where I’ve finally thrown in the towel and walked away, only to have the kid finally acquiesce to reality and finish whatever simple task we’d asked of them. Once I’d recognized the pattern, I began skipping to the conclusion. Lo and behold, I’d got the same result. Though every now and again, the boy or the lass will reciprocate and just sit there, waiting for me to re-engage. It’d be too easy if “doing nothing” was a one-size fits all solution.

I can only assume that on some level, there’s a need for some kind of emotional gratification. Perhaps it’s as simple as “misery loves company.” Since we, as parents, ask them to do things that they don’t necessarily want to they choose to kvetch to make us pay for our impertinence. Perhaps it’s just a game.

Luckily, as parents, it’s one we can simply choose not to play.

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Refreshed- Mostly

The boy wasn’t feeling well last night, so I had him go to bed early in hopes of heading off whatever might have been taking hold. The lass went to bed at her usual bed time of 8 o’clock.

When they were all squared away, I came downstairs, sat down on the couch, closed my eyes…

… and woke up at 10:30 with that fuzzy feeling. Realizing my night was basically over, I quickly went about my usual pre-sleep rituals, then laid down again for the night’s sleep.

I’m feeling much better this morning. Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for the boy, whom woke up in a bit worse shape than when he went to sleep last night. At least the early bedtime worked for one of us.

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Tutoring

I got hired as a physics tutor for a student today at a local high school. It’s allegedly AP physics, and it all looks familiar to me. I spent the afternoon going through a problem set and refreshing myself on how to solve these kinds of problems. It slowly came back to me, but I’ll probably need to keep working through it.

The most amusing thing for me, personally, was the tangible sense of relief that the people involved felt when I told them I felt up to the task of helping the student. I can only assume their prospects were so poor that they were just glad to have found anyone willing to step up to the plate.

I have to get fingerprinted for a background check, then I’ll be good to go. I won’t be hanging up my spurs as “The Stay At Home Dad” anytime soon though. But it’ll be nice to earn a little something extra, whatever it ends up being.

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No- You Don’t Get to Stay Up Longer

With Daylight Savings ending this morning, we turned all the clocks back. The boy immediately set to trying to twist it to his advantage. That’s what happens when a 7-year old becomes an “expert” at telling time.

“So, really, it won’t be 8 o’clock until it’s 9, so we can stay up until 9 now, right?”

I guess I have to give him credit for grasping the monkeying around of the time. I then explained that, no, it really is 8 o’clock now. Everyone’s clocks have been adjusted, so there’s no “understanding” that everything is off by an hour.

He stuck to his guns, insisting that 9 o’clock is really 8 o’clock.

I finally trumped him when I noted that sure, fine, time is off by an hour today from normal; but, after today, there aren’t anymore adjustments, so 8 o’clock really is 8 o’clock after today. Besides which, he’s still going to bed at the new 8 o’clock today.

He finally relented. It was about time.

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A Hectic Schedule

Today:

  • 8:00AM: hockey practice for the lass
  • 9:00AM: hockey practice for the boy
  • 10:30AM: soccer practice for the lass
  • 2:30PM: soccer game for the boy

Tomorrow:

  • 1:00PM: hockey practice for the lass
  • 2:10PM: hockey practice for the boy
  • Sometime tomorrow afternoon, the Wife leaves for a business trip

Upcoming Week: school (obviously), karate(2x), dance, hockey, possibly cub scouts, physical therapy (up to 3x), meeting for tutoring position, vacation day on Friday (Veterans Day)

Actually, before writing it down it seemed worse; although, there’s still a fair amount of running around. It always seems to work out that way.

Somewhere in there I’m going to have to work in some time for a 16-ounce curl. Or two.

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Surgery Update

Yesterday I had my the splint on my arm removed at long last. It’s been replaced by a brace that is a 100% improvement over the splint; mainly, because my wrist and forearm are now freer to “move about the cabin.” I’m supposed to keep the brace in the locked position anytime I’m not doing certain range-of-motion exercises or my upcoming PT. Once I can straighten my arm(about 5-6 weeks), I can ditch the brace. Then, it’s another 20 or so weeks of PT until I’m back to normal.

I mentioned to the surgeon (even showed him the post) about my answer to his question. He was actually pretty amused and tickled that I did so and he took the time to talk about the whole thing a bit more. It was an interesting conversation. I may have some more on it later this weekend.

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An Answer to the Doc’s Question

Last week, while awaiting my turn in the pre-op area, the surgeon came, along with some anesthesiologists, to perform their pre-op prep, rituals and so forth. When he was done, he asked me a question of the form “So, what do I have to do to be like a stay-at-home Dad?”

My gut-reaction answer that I gave at the time was a flippant one: stay at home. He was obviously disappointed at the answer and the conversation quickly moved on from there. Fortunately for him (well- maybe) the question stuck with me and I resolved myself to try and answer it and write it up here. After all, what the heck good is this place if I don’t use it?

So to start, I’ve come to the conclusion that my flippant answer was, and is, the pithy one. After all, what greater difference is their between an at-home Dad and the working Dad than the amount of time available to spend with our kids? Thus, the question I’ll attempt to answer is what advantages that an at-home Dad’s time affords to them can a working Dad benefit from?

Breaking things down further, I’d say the two main advantages are practice at dealing with the every day trials of parenting and a better understanding of who their kids are. I’ll add that, it’s not quite that cut and dried because the former feeds the latter, which in turn influences the former. That is, resolving the various problems your kids will present affords an at-home parent a better understanding of their kid’s personality. This, in turns feeds back into how you’ll deal with them. Take a breath (and a drink), rinse, repeat.

Obviously, there isn’t much that can be substituted for time in getting to know your kids. But, there are some more general things that can be gleaned from the experience of dealing with kids on an almost constant basis.

For one, don’t be afraid to be a jerk when it’s warranted. Kids are unreasonable; they have only the barest understanding of logic. Mainly, they are concerned with their own interests and will act to satisfy them. Their quest will inevitably lead them astray and it’s your duty to make sure you call them out on it. If that means no desert, the no desert it shall be. Don’t be influenced by a misplaced sense of guilt because you don’t want to taint the small slice of time you’ve got with them, or you’re “too tired.”

For another, don’t worry about what other parents think. In general, I’ve found that other parents have a lot of sympathy for a parent that is willing to discipline their child in public. There is a difference between “kids being kids” and kids stepping over a line. Most parents are in general agreement about those lines and chances are, if the behavior has crossed a line for you then so too has it been crossed for others. Besides, a child should understand that behavioral limits apply everywhere, not just at home. They will exploit and push those limits further and further if so allowed.

Talk with other parents about kids, but not just the “Yeah, Johnny’s doing hockey and Sally’s doing dance” type stuff. Rather, mention that “Man, the little brat’s been talking back to me constantly lately.” Guaranteed, you will be astounded at how often you’ll get “Yeah- mine have been doing the same thing. We’ve tried ‘x’ and ‘y’, but, finally, settled on ‘z'” for an answer. Talking with other parents is the number one way to find out that you are not, in fact, the-worst-parent-in-the-world-with-the-only-kid-doing-something-and-surely-it’s-because-of-something-I’m-doing. Other parents are a great resource for alternative approaches and information in general. Mine them for it.

Don’t be afraid to lose your squash for effect. Just don’t over do it. If you’re constantly blowing up at your kids, you should probably be getting help anyway. What’s more, you’ll desensitize them to a potent weapon- your temper. Kids, rightly, fear a parent’s wrath. If used as a once-in-a-while kind of thing, impressions can be lasting and for the better. Just be sure that you’re in control of yourself and that it’s 90% acting. Most important, when it’s done, it’s done. Do not hold a grudge; do not stalk around for 5 minutes; do not rub their nose in it. Move on like it never happened.

As much as possible, don’t let them manipulate you. Generally speaking, when pre-K and above kids start to either cry, whine, say “It’s not fair”, skulk, or start negotiating, they are trying to manipulate you. These situations crop up everywhere: they don’t like the sandwich they got for lunch, or they want to spend “5 more minutes” playing with their friends, or they don’t want to go to bed, or whatever. When you ask them to do something, make sure they do it. It’s just asking for problems later once they really can use logic against you.

Make them perform a learned skill, like tying their shoes. When time is of the essence, there’s nothing worse than a fight over “Get your shoes on” or “Zip up your jacket” or whatever. Kids love to all of a sudden sabotage their efforts and force their parents to do it for them (the DOA attack). Depending on the stubbornness of the child and your own consistency in dealing with them, it may only take a few times before they will start doing it on their own. If you have to, allow an extra 10 or 15 minutes so there is no time crunch.

The last item I’ll mention is, take time to observe your kids. How do they play? What worlds do they create? Do they always do the same thing? How do they react to similar things at different times? Watch their facial expressions and their body language when they’re with friends. You can learn much about them this way that can lead to better efforts at helping them grow-up.

In the end, there are no magic bullets to parenting. There’s no one way to handle a cranky child; no one technique that will allow them to learn a new skill; no line of reasoning that will make them like vegetables or school. Mainly, there’s not giving up on your own efforts at parenting. All parents make mistakes, the best we can do is own up to them and move on.

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The Lass is not a Morning Person

Presumably, someday, she will have kids of her own. Possibly a daughter. There will come a day where she will come to the realization that her daughter is not a morning person either.

When that day comes, I will show her this post. And smile.

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Lessons Learned- A Little Late

The Mom comments on my previous post:

WHEN IT happens, just ask him to leave the room … maybe that will reinforce your request … it never seemed to work with the three of you, but your grandfather made his DISGUST very plain and evident … so, maybe you need ‘grandparent’ or ‘adult’ intervention – to drive the point home!!

I have a distinctly different memory, particularly where “it never seemed to work with the three of you” is concerned. My recollection is that we were, in fact very careful not to be rude in our parents company, or any company in general, quite frankly. Excepting the occasional slip. Amongst ourselves, we were more relaxed about our behavior.

Not only did our Grandfather express disgust, but so did our parents. Repeatedly, without exception. In fact, it never even occurred to me that my parents did find some humor in it until I was a teenager and my siblings and I were past the point of being shamed for it in our house.

I think this points up a mistake on the Wife and my part regarding our kids. It’s an example of kids’ ability to grasp “black and white” versus “shades of gray.” It’s also an example of those situations where as a parent you choose to do things differently than they were done to you. In this case, it was a matter of “What’s the big deal?”

Well, “the big deal” is that the kids haven’t lived long enough to develop the self-control being asked of them. They’ve found that farts and belching are funny not just to them, but to Mom and Dad as well. Rather than grasping the nuances of when it might be tolerable, they’re less inhibited because there’s always the chance the Mom and Dad will find it funny as well.

Had we been rigorous in condemning the behavior from the start, it likely wouldn’t even be an issue worth writing 2 blog posts about. And, to be clear, we do condemn the behavior (especially now that the horse is out of the barn); but there have been situations where we didn’t and we chose to be relaxed and have a laugh about it with the kids. It doesn’t take much for the barn door to get thrown open.

So sometimes it does pay to be a hardass as a parent. Doing so gives kids clear, unambiguous indicators of the behavior that is expected of them. When they grow-up a bit, they’ll figure out on their own that life isn’t quite so rigid. And what’s more, they’ll be more capable of handling the realization responsibly.