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All the Things I Knew About Parenting Before I Became One

5/28/2018

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​    Here are all the things I knew about parenting before I became one:
  1. My kid would never scream bloody murder in the grocery store.
  2. And, similarly, I would never buy a candy bar in the checkout line just because they didn’t throw a fit in the store.
  3. My kids’ clothes would always match and they would always look clean.
  4. I would never use spit to wipe smudges off my kids’ faces.
  5. I would never say, “Because I said so” like it was a good enough answer.
  6. I would always make my kids eat what was served and would not cater to picky eaters.
  7. I would change my clothes immediately if the baby spat up on me.
  8. I would never buy ugly Velcro strap shoes.
  9. I would never let the kids sleep in my bed.
  10. I would never put my kids in front of the television just to get a moment’s peace.
  11. I would never do something for them that they could do for themselves.
  12. I would always treat my children the same.
  13. I would never have to guess at parenting because I knew all about child development.
  14. I would never lose my cool and I couldn’t understand how a parent could ever abuse a child.
  15. I would never rescue my child from his own irresponsible behavior.
    Maybe you, like me, had a preconceived idea of what parenting would be like.  After all, babies are so sweet and innocent and I’d read all the books.  Heck, I even worked with kids for years before I had one of my own. 
    I could spot a lousy parent a mile off.  They were the ones that looked like they hadn’t showered and had three kids screaming in the grocery cart that they were filling with prepackaged junk food.  They were the ones whose kids looked like they picked out their own outfit and had chocolate smeared all over their hands and faces.  I knew that I would never have left the house that way.  I knew that my kids wouldn’t act like that because I would know how to handle a toddler’s tantrums in the bread aisle. 
    I was such an expert.  When I’d hear about children who had been abused on the news, I could scarcely believe that a parent could treat their child that way.  But then…..kids came along.  Kids who had strong opinions and kept me on my toes from sunup to sundown.  Kids who made messes they wouldn’t clean up and got dirty seconds after I had bathed them.  Kids who climbed into my bed in the night and I was too tired to fight with. 
    It’s funny how a little real life experience can turn your ideas upside down.  I remember the first time I was beyond frustrated and had to cool off on the front porch because I was on the verge of discipline getting out of hand.  I sat there thinking, “This is how parents abuse their children.”  I realized that all of my “expertise” was really just book knowledge and when the rubber met the road, parenting was really hard. 
    So for all the moms in the grocery or at the park that I looked down on back in the good ol’ days when I knew everything, I’m sorry.  I’m sorry I judged you.  I’m sorry I thought I was better than you.  And I’m sorry that I didn’t give you a kind smile and a little grace.  Because really, for every wonderful part about parenting there are two or three parts that are not as easy and wonderful.  If you’re in the trenches right now and you know what I’m talking about, hang in there.  And the next time you see another tired mama who is holding onto her sanity by a thread, give her some compassion.  After all, she probably thought she was an expert at one time too.
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Fighting With the Dog

5/21/2018

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    ​I’m in a fight with my dog.  He’s a great dog, don’t get me wrong, but he is ruining my sofa.  He is not allowed on the furniture and he has his own perfectly wonderful dog beds both upstairs and down, but he is determined to do what he wants when we’re not home.   As soon as we leave, he thinks he’s the king of the castle.  Literally….before I get to the end of the street, I have proof that he’s getting on the couch.
    This is not a lap dog we’re talking about.  He’s a 70 pound Golden Retriever with enough hair to cover two or three whole dogs.  If you sit on the couch he likes, you’ll be wearing half a dog when you stand up.  He is partial to one end of the preferred sofa so that he can look out the window.  (Never mind that we have a house full of big windows that he can see out of from the floor.)  The cushions on that end of the sofa are starting to sag from his daily ritual.  The throw pillows get knocked to the floor constantly and they are starting to show wear as well from where he smashes them down and his toenails get hooked on the embroidered fabric. 
    I decided to attack this from several angles to change his behavior.  First, I bought him a new, super soft bed.  Then I tied his favorite toy to it and filled the toy with peanut butter.  He promptly chewed the rope in half and took the Kong somewhere else to clean it out. Then I started training him to go to his bed by offering treats every time he did what I asked. 
    Next, I made the sofa off limits by placing a large piece of aluminum foil over it when I was leaving.  (It really does work—thanks, Pinterest!)  Unfortunately, he just decided to get on the sofa in the other room.  When I realized what he was doing, I put foil on that sofa too.  And just for good measure, I added it to my favorite chair in case he got any bright ideas about that.  When I left the next time, he got on an antique chair that is so small I don’t even know how he fit.  Lesson learned, I covered it in foil too.  The next time I left, he got on the ottoman.  Grrrrrrrr!  Now that I’d used an entire roll of aluminum foil and every piece of furniture had foil on it, I thought he’d finally get the idea that he needs to relocate to the floor or his new bed.  That’s a big resounding, “Nope.”  The first time I neglected to leave the foil out, he was right back at it again.
    I decided the only answer was to get a camera and correct him from wherever I am.  I ordered a motion sensitive baby that dings my phone when there’s movement and allows me to talk through it.  He was a little surprised to hear me yell, “Get off that couch!” when I wasn’t even home.  We’re still in this battle. He’s not doing it as often, but it certainly isn’t over yet.  (In fact, if you hear a crazy woman yelling into her phone in the aisle at Kroger, that’s probably me.)
    Maybe you’ve got a behavior problem you’re dealing with.  I’m not suggesting that your kids are anything like my dog, but there might be something to learn here anyway.  Parenting isn’t something that goes by the book.  Each child and family is different and has its own set of challenges.  My point is about perseverance.  Keep trying new methods until you find something that works.  Is your bedtime routine leaving you exhausted and you don’t know how to right the ship?  Does the mess in your child’s room or playroom make you want to pull all your hair out?  Whatever those frustrations are, just try something.  And if it doesn’t work….try something else.  We all have areas that could be better and taking a step in the right direction is always good.  Just keep taking those steps until you reach the destination.
    As for me and the dog—I’ll guarantee you that I’m going to win this fight.  I have a few ideas up my sleeve if this camera doesn’t do the trick.  I’ll let you know how it works out.  
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Mom Fails:  Greatest Hits Collection

5/14/2018

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    If you’ve never considered yourself a failure at parenting, we can’t be friends.  I mean, aren’t your friends supposed to make you feel good about yourself?  So, in the interest of full disclosure, I am going to share some of my most noteworthy mom fails with you.  And, since it involves my sons, I’ve asked them to help me narrow it down to the top five.  (They were all too happy to help-especially the sassy younger one.)  Here they are, in no particular order: 

  1.  I laughed at the younger one too much.  When he said things that were borderline inappropriate or did things that were almost over the line, I had a hard time keeping a serious face and calling him down on it. When he was about 4 he went through a phase where he loved to jump out and scare people.  In particular, there was an older lady who took aerobics classes at the Rec in the mornings and he would hide and scare her when she came in to get a drink of water.  I’m so glad she didn’t have a heart attack, but I was always laughing so uncontrollably that I couldn’t deliver an effective reprimand.   In this world, there are targets and there are arrows.  He’s an arrow. His brother thinks I should have laughed less and punished him more.  (Clearly, his brother was often the target.)
  2. I often sided with the older child.  Little siblings can be super annoying and I know this because I had a little sibling who was super annoying.    I probably did take Justin’s side more because I felt his pain. When you punch your brother, you run the risk that he’ll punch you back even harder when he retaliates.  Sorry, there’s no sympathy from me when you get what you deserve.  Does that make me a failure as a mom?  I don’t even care.  (By the way, my little sis is grown up now and I like her a lot more these days.)
  3. I was unfair.  When they broke something—and they broke a lot of things over the years—I made them pay according to a percentage of blame.  Apparently, since the super annoying younger brother had to pay a greater share a few times, I was totally unfair.  For instance, when we had to replace the glass in our antique bathroom door because Drew pestered Justin until he chased him through the house and then he slammed that door in Justin’s face, Drew had to pay a greater share.  (I think it was a 70/30 split on the cost.)   I really missed the boat on this one.  I should have charged them each 100% and pocketed the extra for having to put up with their shenanigans.  
  4. Sometimes I punished them unjustly.  Once, I grounded Drew from his Ipod for a month and on the day he was ungrounded I wasn’t home.  He decided to get it out of Ipod jail on his own, so I grounded him again.  He thinks that was terribly unjust.  Ok, even if this is true, there are probably twice as many things that they got away with that I didn’t punish them for so I think we’re about even.  Now that the statute of limitations has run out on their petty crimes, both boys are more than happy to inform me of all the things they got away with that I didn’t know about.
  5. Once, I left the younger one at church.  I really can hardly be blamed for this one, since he came and asked me if he could ride with his grandma and I told him it was ok.  Apparently, by the time he went to catch her she had already left.  Thinking that he had a ride, I left as well.  The long and the short of it is that the kid got left at church by all of us and somehow I was supposed to shoulder the blame for it.  It’s not like we left him on purpose.  (Or did we?  J)
   
​     I could go on, but I think that’s enough confession from me.  What are your greatest mom fails?  You can be real, we’re all friends here.      
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My Life as a Boy Mom

5/7/2018

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    ​    We know a lot about raising boys.  In fact, if there’s any area that I’m an expert in, it’s probably “boy momming”.  Our granddaughter is an adorable little mystery to us.  She is cut from a different cloth than our sons and grandsons.  Her cloth is pink and lacy, while theirs is stained with dirt and ripped to shreds. 
     My best friend raised girls.  Her house was pretty calm except for the occasional sisterly spat.  She could go to the grocery on Tuesday, and on Wednesday, she’d still have food in the house.  She didn’t spend a lot of time in the emergency room.  Most of her beautiful home and furnishings stayed intact and things didn’t get broken constantly.
      Then there was our house. 
    At our house, everyone was always starving.  One year I had made about 30 extra loaves of pumpkin bread at Thanksgiving.  I froze the extras so that I could give them to neighbors and friends a few weeks later at Christmas.  When I went to get the loaves out to thaw, there were only a few left and then I learned that my older son had eaten a loaf for breakfast every morning since Thanksgiving.  A whole loaf!  Every morning!  *Sigh*
     We visited the hospital often enough to get a wing named in our honor. There were broken arms and broken feet and broken Matchbox car parts shoved up noses.  There were explosions that burned the hair off the left side of their body and whiffle bats to the face.    Then there were all the things that should have required a trip to the hospital, but unbelievably didn’t.  Like trying to ride a bike down the slide.  Or jumping out of the second story of the garage onto the trampoline. 
     Our house was full of bad ideas.  First, there was the time the older son tried to start a fire by friction in his bedroom.  (I couldn’t figure out what smelled like it was burning until he casually mentioned that he had been practicing his fire crafting skills.  On the CARPET.  In his ROOM.)  Or the time when the same kid figured out how to make a catapult that would launch a bowling ball onto the next street.  Really? Yes, really. And there were so many stupid things that started with this little phrase:  “I betcha can’t…….(fill in the blank).”
     They broke EVERYTHING.  Doors seemed to be a particular favorite, mostly because they were chasing each other through the house.  They broke the frosted glass out of the 100 year old bathroom door.  They broke the brand new wooden door jamb on the upstairs bathroom. They broke a full length mirror hanging on the bathroom door downstairs.  It’s literally a miracle that they didn’t end up in the emergency room over one of these incidents. 
     And I can’t forget the mountains of dirty laundry that smelled like a small animal died in them.  Oh, and the ticks I found crawling out of their backpacks after Boy Scout campouts. Or the socks that found a home under their beds never to be seen again until they moved out as adults. That old rhyme about girls being made of sugar and spice and boys being made out of snips and snails and puppy dog tails—that’s not a joke.  The greatest day in a boy mom’s life is the day they become interested in girls.  From then on, they shower daily without complaint.  They brush their teeth without being reminded. They use deodorant without fail.   It’s the payoff for all the years of doing the sniff test after bath time to see if they actually used soap. 
     I’ll tell you this, though.  I think I was made to be a boy mom.  When I watch girl moms cringe and hold their breath as a little boy jumps from the top step or run across the top of the monkey bars, I know that God gave me the extra dose of chill that it takes to raise boys.  And I also think having a tea party with my granddaughter is the prize for keeping them alive long enough to have children of their own.
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    Hi! I'm Janet and I've been the Director of the Before and After School and Smart Start Preschool Programs at the Troy Rec since 1994. My hubby and I have been married  30 years and we have two grown sons. Each of them is married and blessing us with grandchildren left and right. Life is good even when the nest is empty!

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