Monthly Archives: March 2019

Our newest grandchild has arrived!!

Harry Potter fans will immediately recognize the Quidditch theme of my daughter and her husband on Purim – with their soon-to-be born baby featured as the Golden Snitch.

MT Purim 2019

Just two days later, early this morning I headed over to my daughter after she notified me she was in labor. It’s such a privilege it is to be invited to be part of such a personal and sacred time in a couple’s lives.

It was a beautiful birth, with some uncanny similarities to her sister’s birth just eleven weeks ago. Different, obviously, but another empowering, sacred, and peaceful transition for mother and baby to their new roles in life.

Our beautiful new granddaughter, less than two hours old!
Our beautiful new granddaughter, less than two hours old!

The different midwives at each birth told me how glad they were to be present at the births, that it was a ‘privilege’ and ‘made me happy ‘ to be there. They said that most women, particularly for their first births, aren’t having the kind of births that our daughters did.

My husband commented about how my values about birthing have passed along to our girls. We all impact our children in so many ways without even being aware of it. I don’t remember consciously trying to implant positive attitudes about birth but it was my expectation and experience. Very often, the experiences of a parent will create an initial reference point of what is normal for one’s children as they grow.

My belief is that birth is a powerful, intense and overall positive experience, and attitudes like that seep down just like beliefs about pain, powerlessness and suffering, which create a different kind of expectation toward birth.

Both of our daughters had thought about the births they wanted and made choices that would support that kind of birth. This is critical in every area of life – to be clear about what you want. Without clarity, you don’t know if you’re moving in the right direction or not when you take actions. People are quick to assume that someone has been lucky when they get something they wanted (like a great birth), but my experience is that luck favors the prepared.

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On hearing the news about our new granddaughter, a blog reader turned friend-in-real-life commented about how amazing it was that just a year and a half ago she was a guest at our home and both of our daughters were single and in the not so enjoyable stage of life known as shidduchim … and here they are married and mothers!

Yes, it really is amazing how so much can change in such a short amount of time.

Within a span of 8.5 months, our three oldest children got married. Within 9.5 months, all of them have had baby girls. It warms my heart to think of these cousins growing up with each other.

As a parent, it’s easy to get caught up in the day to day issues and lose sight of the forest for the trees. By pausing to get a glimpse of that long term view, it can offer you encouragement and strength to get through the current struggles, remembering that wherever you are right now, it’s not forever and all your efforts will be worth it.

Not only that, the long term view can be so much bigger and better than you thought it could be!

Me with my new granddaughter
Me with my new granddaughter

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Ds12 putting on tefillin for the first time!

I started this blog when my seventh child was just a few months old, almost thirteen years ago, so most readers don’t know he was born a week before Pesach!

We had his shalom zachor on Shabbos Hagadol (the Shabbos before Passover) and his bris was the first day of Pesach.  (That was followed by a brother who had a bris erev Rosh Hashana, and the next brother having a bris on erev Shavuos! Yep, we do holidays right! :))

For those who are curious about how we managed that, my amazing oldest two daughters who were at the time 11 and 9.5 came into my room when he was about a few hours old on Thursday evening holding a notebook, and asked me about what recipes they should prepare for the shalom zachor the next night. (We had fortunately turned our kitchen over for Pesach just the day before.)

They baked everything, together with ds12. Really. And those who attended were so impressed that a year later when they sold home-baked Pesach cakes and kugels, they had a ready clientele who remembered the things they had made a year before!

Together with dh, the oldest three kids also prepared all the food for the bris, which was held in our home. Yep, they were amazing!

Back to the present. I’ve known for all these years that we would have a very busy bar mitzva season for this son due to it coming so close to Pesach. And here we are – it’s around the corner!

(And this season will be even busier than I was anticipating all these years, since our oldest daughter is due five days before his bar mitzva! Like I said, we do holidays right!!)

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A boy puts on tefillin for the first time a month before his bar mitzva; dh and ds12 went to our shul accompanied by ds11 and ds9.

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Remember the littles? Here they are - very much not so little any more!
Remember the ‘littles’? Here they all are – very much not so little any more!

A number of people in real life have commented that he’s on the tall side for a bar mitzva boy.  Yes, he is! So far all our oldest three boys have been about 5′ 8″ at their bar mitzvas and pass me in height (I’m 5’9″) the year after, and ds12 is following in their footsteps. More important than physical height is that he continue to grow emotionally and spiritually in a healthy and balanced way!

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The truth about what makes parenting so hard

I love sharing the principles of healthy relationships, and understanding these ideas and integrating them in your family life will dramatically cut down on conflicts and difficulties with your children. Parenting can become much easier than you have previously experienced. No question.

BUT.

To say that if you do it right, parenting will never be hard is a lie.

That is because no matter how much you know, there’s one big potential issue in every challenging interaction between you and your child.

YOU.

Right. You, the person who gives significant amounts of life energy to raise tiny self-centered beings into productive and contributing members of society. You, a person with feelings and opinions and a desire to be loved, respected and appreciated.

If you have even one child of any age, you’ve probably already learned that your child’s focus isn’t on letting you know how much they appreciate all your hard work and love.

They may even – gasp! – act in ways that indicate they feel otherwise.

And that is hard. Feeling rejected, unloved or unappreciated by these children you have poured yourself into is hard. Very hard.

But because you’re a parent, you’re supposed to act like an adult. That means finding a way to honor your needs and boundaries at the same time that your child still needs your love and acceptance.

This is hard, hard inner work.

The challenging situations I’ve faced as a parent have always forced me into this work.

The external situation: “How dare you roll your eyes at me, disrespect me, talk to me/about me like that?”

Is it okay for them to say these things, to do these things?

No, it’s not okay. Sometimes it’s extremely not okay. But you can’t make it about them. This isn’t about finding someone to pin the blame for your bad feelings onto.

You know, feelings like, “It’s not me that’s a bad parent, it’s this spoiled, entitled (you pick your personal preferred adjective) kid. I’m fine, he’s the problem.”

To appropriately respond to your child and guide him means that you have to reach deep into yourself, and take responsibility for your own sense of being valuable. And only then, you can give them the guidance and direction that they need.

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Give people a chance to participate fully in life

The following video is about a 54 year old man who has a story to tell only because his parents flouted ‘traditional wisdom’. Funny how often contemporary practice is later shown to be completely wrong.

These parents were told to institutionalize him at birth, as was the accepted norm, but refused. Otherwise, he would have been one of the anonymous masses of disadvantaged infants that were never given a chance to be loved and cared for, and were instead warehoused in institutions with minimal care and certainly without love and nurturing, until their premature deaths.

Instead, his parents brought him home and raised him like their other sons. They were the ones who gave him his first real chance at life, who continued to make choices throughout the years they raised him, creating more and more opportunities for him.

To me, that’s what this video is about. It’s not about public speaking, it’s not about college.  It’s not about the salary you earn, how smart you are, or how high you climb on the ladder of someone else’s success. It’s about giving each person a chance to participate fully in life.

 

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When in doubt, empathize!

Sometimes kids will say something that is triggering and even when you intellectually know you a better way to handle it, you don’t rise to the occasion.

And then you do something you regret, sometimes just one minute after the words leave your mouth.

Here’s a real life scenario from my home last week:  a son noticed the challah and bread knife weren’t on the Shabbos table, and when he brought them, told me in an annoyed voice things would go much faster if everything was already in place and he didn’t have to do it.

Now, I appreciate his noticing what was missing and initiating the effort to take care of it.  I could have commented on that and shown my appreciation. That would have been good and it would have ended right there.

But I didn’t. It didn’t seem an unreasonable effort to make and I don’t think it’s something to complain about. Especially since the table was set, the food was purchased and prepared, the house was clean, everyone had laundered clothes to wear – and almost all of that happened without his involvement.

Here is the trap I usually don’t fall into…but this time I didn’t make the best choice: “I hear you.” Stopping right here would have been perfect. But I didn’t. 

But (here I invalidated his message because I wanted to be appreciated for my efforts rather than complained about…) do you notice everything else was done? (Enumerate all the things that he didn’t have to do.)”

Irritated teen’s response: “It’s not helpful when you tell me that.”

He’s right.

Every parent has her personal triggers and hearing my kids complain about how hard they work when they’re not doing very much is one of mine. Interestingly, my older kids who objectively did a lot more than their younger siblings at the same age rarely made comments like this.

Often I’ll laugh and make jokes when they make a comment along those lines, often I’ll empathize – but this time I pointed out how little is expected of this child.

Now, it’s good for kids to learn to be appreciative. But there’s a time and a place for that message, and right when they’ve complained about doing too much isn’t a good time to tell them how little they really do!

No matter how right you may be (and you’re usually not as right as you think you are), you can’t make someone see your point of view. The only way someone is willing to hear what you’re saying is when you’ve first shown your willingness to hear him.

What would have been the best response in this case? “I hear you. Thank you for taking care of that.”

When I put the focus on all that I’ve done, I haven’t taught him to be appreciative of someone else’s efforts. Instead, I’ve hinted that whatever he does is nothing compared to what I do. And the hint inside of that is, he’s lazy.

Is that what I’m intending to convey? Absolutely not. That’s not my intent, but that’s what he hears.

When in doubt, I find a good rule of thumb to be to close my mouth.

My twenty year old son sometimes protests when I don’t respond forcefully to a misdeed of a younger sibling, that he couldn’t have gotten away with that when he was younger. He’s right, because I’ve learned that in the moment of challenge is very often not the right time to teach a constructive message.  I was more actively corrective when he was young, but I now see the value in silence and patience.

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It’s hard to hear constructive feedback! Are you correcting your kids too much?

Last week I attended the foster care roundtable, the purpose of which was supposedly to share constructive feedback with those in charge as to how they could better support foster families.

That’s not what it ended up being. During the intro we were told that we were chosen to represent 300 families, we were all known to be extremely dedicated foster parents and if there was something that concerned us, it was likely it was an issue for many other people. Then discussion then opened by asking about emotional responses parents had to different situations.

After listening to several people respond and then having it turned around and blamed on them, I lost all desire to contribute.

Then someone said exactly what I was thinking, that we were invited to give feedback and this conversation wasn’t aligned with what we had come for.

That person was told it was too bad she misunderstood the purpose of the evening.

We were the first to leave, and the person leading the session thanked me for participating. I probably should have continued to keep my mouth shut as I had done all night, but that comment was ridiculous and irritating to me, since I hadn’t participated at all. And I said as much.

“Oh, what a shame you didn’t say something until now!” This was exactly the kind of response that had been upsetting me all evening. Someone says something, and it’s turned around and blamed on them. And once again I should have kept my counsel but didn’t.

“Excuse me, but there are ten people here. I facilitate groups, and it’s not hard to see in a group this size that two of the ten people here haven’t contributed all night. A participant shouldn’t have to tell  you that!”

I was thinking a lot more than that, but even so I regretted saying anything since productive communication doesn’t usually happen when I’m feeling out of sorts.

Later I spent quite a bit of time thinking about if it was worthwhile to share my impressions, and when two days later my social worker solicited my feedback, I shared the relevant points to be considered when planning a future event of this sort.

By that time I was feeling much more understanding of the facilitator, because, as I told the social worker, it’s hard to hear feedback. It’s very understandable to feel resistance to feedback that isn’t positive, to justify your actions and choices, and to minimize and even invalidate the concerns being expressed.

After all, haven’t I as a parent done that plenty of times???

I tell my kids I want their feedback, but do I really want to hear the negatives, or would I rather hear the tell me what a wonderful life they have, thanks to me, the most amazing mother in the world? 🙂 🙂 Seriously, they can give me very kind and gentle feedback periodically, and I’ll try to integrate the suggestions.  Kind, gentle and periodic. I’m not too receptive otherwise.

I also try to remember how hard it is to accept constructive feedback when I give my kids feedback. It’s so easy as adults to feel the need to constantly correct our children, but can we realistically expect them to hear, much less integrate, all our suggestions and comments and directives throughout the day?  I think I would tune out for my own self-protection if someone was constantly telling me all the things I should be doing better.

Wouldn’t you?

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Our foster care difficulties

Recently I was contacted by our social worker about participating in a new initiative, a roundtable discussion with the heads of the foster agency. I was told that there are hundreds of foster  parents in the Jerusalem area, and each social worker was asked to contact two or three parents in her caseload to ask them to share their experience.

I was also told that even if we agreed, it didn’t mean that we would actually end up being at the forum since there were potentially so many people who would accept the offer and at this point only six or seven couples could participate.

We said we’d be willing to come and later were approved as one of the couples to participate in this discussion in the coming week. It will be interesting to see how it goes!

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What has our foster care experience been like? While overall I’ve been grateful it’s been such a positive experience for us, I can’t say that everything was easy and smooth.

If you knew about the difficulties, would you still have gone forward?

Yes, absolutely. The difficulties weren’t as big as they initially felt.

But in the beginning it felt hard.

My main challenge was interacting with the birth mother.

When they place infants with special needs who were voluntarily given up, social workers are looking for families who will raise the child to adulthood, so it’s much more similar to adoption than foster care. This is different than the typical foster care placement system, in which the child is placed with a foster family until his biological family can be rehabilitated.

However, even though there are very significant differences in these two scenarios, legally they are treated in the same way. One result of this is that although the birth parents gave up their child, they are expected to have regular visits. (With typical foster care scenarios, the bio parents are expected to have the child reenter the home and it’s critical that the child maintains a relationship with them and views them as his real parents.)

A parent who makes the decision to give up a child is grieving; even if it’s what she chooses, it’s a gut wrenching choice. I can’t fathom the depth of emotions a parent in this situation experiences.

Sometimes this pain came out in ways that were uncomfortable for me because I was the one who replaced her as Rafael’s parent and the negativity was directed at me. Based on our initial interactions and their gratitude that they found a family they were so happy with, I wasn’t expecting hostility and when it came, it was hard for me. If I had been expecting it, it would have been easier since I could have prepared myself emotionally in advance.

However, I understand it and now that I look back, I wonder how it could have been otherwise.

Isn’t it difficult to have to ask me for permission to see the child she gave birth to? Whose child is he, anyway? Isn’t it painful to have to visit a child that you’ve decided you aren’t going to keep? What is her emotional role vis a vis him supposed to be? It’s confusing and takes emotional maturity to navigate this territory.

I also was afraid they would see how well Rafael was doing, regret the decision they made *perhaps based in part on a much more limited picture of his potential), and then decide to take him back.

Since we were dealing with the foster care system that has a stated belief that it’s always better for a child to be with his biological parents, they would be very responsive if the bio parents made this request. Although unusual for kids with special needs, it has happened; sometimes years after giving him up a parent decides they want the child back. And they always get him (so I was told).

I discussed this concern with our social worker and it wasn’t reassuring. Yes, I was told, that could happen and has happened to others and it would be best for him if that happened because it’s always best for a child to be with his biological family.

I protested, but we’re his family, we’re the only family he’s ever known from the very beginning – how could it be good for him to one day be ripped away and sent to live with people he doesn’t know at all? He would be completely traumatized and emotionally devastated, as we would be.

Well, that’s foster care, I was told, and that’s the reality you have to live with.

It was very hard for me to live with that in the background. I worried that all my investment into Rafael might be our undoing; I knew he would do much better with us than with a typical placement. It wasn’t until our most recent visit with his bio parents when they reassured me they have no intention of taking him back and they’re only visiting because they have to, that this fear faded. Until then I couldn’t get a read on what they were thinking and intending, and I had to consciously remind myself that it was G-d Who brought him into our family and it was G-d Who would continue to determine the best place for him.

One concern I had in the beginning was about the regular involvement of a social worker in my family’s life, and particularly in the decisions relating to Rafael. The reality is that I have all the responsibilities of a parent but not all of the executive decision making powers that a biological parent has.  For the most part this hasn’t yet been overly constraining or invasive but it is definitely a concern.

I’m very fortunate that my relationship with our social worker is excellent. She’s been impressed by how we parent, and sees how much love and dedication we have for Rafael. She also happens to speak English fluently, which is nice.

(At a recent meeting with seven professionals gathered to discuss Rafael’s educational placement for next year, remarks were made that implied that I was limiting Rafael’s development by not keeping him at his daycare for longer hours. This social worker jumped to my defense and told them what a  dedicated mother I am, how everything I do is with his best interests and development in mind, and that my home is an incredible nonstop therapeutic environment for him. I was so touched to hear her say all of that.)

Those were the main challenges I had specific to the foster care situation.

At this point I feel somewhat like someone a couple of years after giving birth – you remember there were parts that were hard but the difficulties fade away and the reality of you’re left with is of the wonderfulness of having your child.

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