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  • Kids need less supervision and more independence

    Kids need less supervision and more independence

    At dinner one night, my almost 13 year old said that a friend of his was using a knife, and the father got angry at him and told him he’d punish him if he caught him using it again.

    (I suspect this friend probably wasn’t docilely slicing cucumbers for dinner. Whatever the case was, my son was surprised.)

    He then indignantly continued, “My little brother turned on the fire and cooked his own food when he was four (he was five, actually) and saws away on boxes with knives and you don’t say anything, and my friend isn’t even allowed to use a knife?!?”

    I laughed and said if people heard him they might accuse me of being irresponsible.

    He responded, “No, it’s good you let us do things.”

    Then another son commented about an instance I once referenced from The Continuum Concept, by Jean Liedloff. I read this book many years ago and don’t remember most of what I read, but one thing was so powerful and thought-provoking that it stayed with me all this time.

    Jean visited a native village, and noticed that machetes were left laying around and little babies were allowed to play with them. Astonishingly (to our Westernized eyes, anyway) no one ever got hurt, other than an infant of Westernized (anxious) parents.

    There were also pits that the babies crawled around, sometimes seeming oblivious to them and sitting with their backs right next to the edge. But she recognized that they had the awareness of themselves in space and these infants never fell in.

    How could that be? How could parents be so extremely relaxed and oblivious to serious dangers their children were facing? Why didn’t they put away the machetes until the kids were old enough to be taught to use them safely, and fill in or cover up the pits?

    Were those situations inherently dangerous, or was it the parents attitude toward them that created the danger? It gave me a lot to think about.

    Kids need space to try new things, to stretch their wings, to learn new skills and to make mistakes. And there’s precious little space for kids to do that nowadays. Even if parents want to give their kids more freedom and independence, they have to be concerned that strangers will call the police or social services for letting their children walk somewhere alone, play in the park alone or the like.

    So even those parents who theoretically are willing to let their children explore and expand their limits are often too fearful of the consequences to allow it.

    kids exploring

    A couple of weeks ago I took a couple of my sons with me on a womens’ hike. (Once a year there’s a family hike, and last year my boys accompanied me. The leader then generously told me my boys were welcome to come anytime!)

    So there we were, hiking away, when we came across an interesting ancient structure and well. Naturally, the boys wanted to get closer and check them out.

    Several adults kept telling my boys to be careful, not to climb there, not to go there, because it’s dangerous. “Stand back, don’t get so close, go down, you could fall, you could get hurt!” I assured more than one woman that not only was I watching them but that they were safety conscious and wouldn’t do anything risky.

    It seems that we adults can’t resist projecting our own fears onto kids. We think of every single possibility of something that could go wrong (and we’ve all seen enough articles and news reports of pretty much every horrible possibility), and then we think we have to warn our kids as if it’s all a likelihood for them that moment.

    Can you see how adult fear diminishes the opportunities for a child to develop faith in his own ability?

    As problematic as screen time is, it has created a solution for how to keep the children ‘safely’ occupied, while at the same time it’s created a generation of physically inactive, socially uncomfortable and emotionally insecure children.

    At the end of the hike, we came upon a large  well.

    The water was probably about ten feet across, our boys know how to swim, and there was a welded iron ladder leading down into the water by which a person could climb in and out. There were no currents, no waves, no sharks, and I was standing close by – it was actually kind of similar to a small swimming pool. When they asked me if they could go in, what do you think I said?

    I told them absolutely not. Not because it was dangerous, because it wasn’t. But because others would think it was and would be horrified if I allowed that.

    As we walked away from that well, I thought regretfully about the many generations of children across the ages who were allowed to do so much more than our kids can. The idea that kids at the ages of my boys (almost ten and 11.5) needed constant monitoring and admonitions to stay safe would have been ludicrous.

    I would like to think that if I hadn’t been concerned about the reactions of others that I would have allowed our boys to go in the water.

    Even if I had, it wouldn’t be because I’m so chilled. I’m not. People think I’m more relaxed than I am by the things I allow, but like most of us, I’m a product of our environment.

    What helps me set aside my own worries is reminding myself how important it is for kids to have opportunities for expansion, exploration and development, and remembering those little babies who grew up being trusted and responding accordingly.

    Avivah

  • Bar mitzva preps, Pesach preps, and doing renovation stuff

    Bar mitzva preps, Pesach preps, and doing renovation stuff

    You know back in the summer, when I told you our family had undertaken a big renovation project that involved knocking down two walls and switching the locations of a bedroom and kitchen?

    There’s a reason I never showed you the final pictures. Because I never completely finished this project.

    It was a very ambitious project and it became incredibly draining and overwhelming when I ended up with much less help than I anticipated. My backup plan had been to hire a handyman who was doing other work for us to finish whatever wasn’t done within three weeks, which I told him from the start and he agreed to. I knew starting out that I absolutely did not want a project that dragged on and on.

    So starting off, I thought I had all the bases covered – a good schedule for work to be done and a good exit plan.

    However, that didn’t work out either – we just couldn’t get the guy to come more than once every week or two for a very short period, even with repeated reminders and advance scheduling. He’s busy, and honestly, it’s not any more fun for him than for me to do all the smaller finishing stuff.

    So it became obvious that the project would need to be completed by me. The details of what needed to be done seemed never ending, and it was mentally wearing to always have more to do.

    Most of it was done. But not the final touches that make a project look done.

    I was so utterly maxxed out by this project that I took a huge break from giving workshops, dramatically cut down on private sessions with clients, and from anything extra, actually. I was the definition of overextended and burnt out.

    I went waaaay past my limitations for an extended period in a way that I hadn’t done for years.

    As a result, I needed to consciously fill myself up after that extreme period of depletion. In large part that meant has been leaving a lot of margin in my schedule so that every moment wasn’t filled with potential activities and tasks. In trying to do this, I recognized how very full my regular life is without any extra projects!

    After a very long break, I finally have some mental head space to get this finished now! It’s also vacation for my twenty year old son, who is always willing to help out as much as he can when he’s home. So things are starting to get done.

    Last week I had new counters and sinks installed. This week I the faucets installed and last night I began tiling the backslash in the kitchen. A glass cabinet door cracked and I hope this morning they’ll be ready to be picked up from the glass repair place and then reinstalled. (I took them there three weeks ago!)

    (Maybe one day I’ll write a post about the countertops we built and installed that ended up not being frugal at all. That’s what we had until now.)

    Someone came by last night and I apologized for the mess in the kitchen. He said that’s what everyone’s kitchen looks like now! I think mine is more than usual, with the wall in the process of being tiled, dishes that couldn’t be washed (since the tile glue has to set and can’t be gotten wet) piled in the sink, the counter covered with pieces of newspaper for protection, a container of contact cement on the floor, pieces of cut laminate on another counter, tiles and the tile cutter piled on the floor…

    Not to mention the mess of cleaning for Pesach – we’re at that stage when each room is getting cleaner but all the stuff people don’t want or need is getting moved out and some of that is in the living room. I don’t like visual clutter and there’s  lot of it right now.

    BUT——–

    It’s getting done! And for the first time in a long, long time, I have some energy for this project and am enjoying doing it.

     

    In response to a reader question about bar mitzva costs, I’ll be sharing that with you in the coming week after we wrap up the celebrations here.

    For now, we’re looking forward to hosting our entire immediate family for this Shabbos. My son will be reading the Torah on Shabbos morning at KSY, followd by a kiddush – for those in the area, please consider yourself invited – I would love to see you there!

    Avivah

  • Criticizing what I see in other people’s home?

    I have another post ready to share with you about something a child said that was appreciative of me, but after receiving the following private message via Facebook, felt it would be appropriate for me to first respond to that in the event that others share the same feelings.

    I asked the person for permission to quote her concerns anonymously but she didn’t agree. So I’ll sum up:

    A mother was extremely upset that I might have been referencing an interaction that took place at her home  in my last post (when my son said he appreciates that I smile at them a lot and that not everyone does that).

    She said whether it was her or not, I should give the mother the benefit of the doubt, that I sounded very judgmental and that all siblings in a family don’t get along every moment of the day.

    She added that as a parenting coach, it’s inappropriate for me to blog about what I or my children see in other people’s homes.

    I completely understand the fear someone would feel that I was writing about them in a negative way here. I would similarly feel very sensitive if I suspected someone wrote a post that in a oblique way was referencing me as a lousy mother. That would feel like a huge violation.

    (I assume my son’s comment was based on seeing different families in different settings – he didn’t reference anyone or anything specific.)

    In the past I’ve occasionally received comments from clients saying they noticed I referenced what they told me in a session – I would NEVER write about what a client tells me in confidence.  What they are seeing is that the issues they share with me are common enough that others are telling me similar things in casual conversation!

    One time, three different people read the same post and told me they thought I was writing it based on a conversation with them – and it wasn’t any of them! Someone had given me a ride somewhere and we had a five minute chat as we drove; her comments were the basis of that post.

    As parents, most of us are challenged by similar situations and it’s those situations that I write about. My intent is to share my personal experiences and reflections, ideas that have worked for me in how to think or respond more effectively to challenging situations. This isn’t a blog about anyone except for me.

    This week I shared about my child’s comment to me about ME. His positive appreciation of something that I do doesn’t mean either of us are negatively judging others, simply noticing there are different ways of doing things!

    My kids don’t talk about what they see in the homes of other people – I don’t encourage talking about others and I try not to do it myself. There are many fascinating things to discuss and other peoples’ business isn’t my preferred dinner topic conversation.

    My kids have a strong ability to see the good in others and accept them as they are. I have conscious tried to convey to them the importance of giving others the benefit of the doubt, and regularly talk about different possibilities to explain annoying behavior we experience.

    For example, if someone is nasty at the store, I’ll tell the child with me that she probably is having a hard day, maybe she has a headache or is feeling sick, that we don’t know what her life is like and she’s doing the best she can right now. I say these kind of things often to them (and myself!).

    I really believe that every one of us is doing the best that he can at that moment. Sometimes that best looks better than other times, but sometimes people’s ability to respond positively or constructively is hampered by the challenges they’re going through.

    My post was sharing one comment of appreciation – my son notices that I smile often and frequently say positive things to my children. He didn’t say another mother he saw somewhere was a shrieking witch.

    I can’t control anyone else’s response to what I write, but my intent when I write is never to criticize anyone.

    Avivah

  • The power of smiling at your children

    The power of smiling at your children

    In the last few days, several children have told me things they appreciate about our family and at the risk of sounding self-inflating, I’m going to share them over the next few posts.

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    Recently ds11 came home and told me, “I never knew what a nice family we had!”

    Knowing that didn’t come out of the blue, I asked him what he meant.

    He told me, “Well, I thought we had a nice family but you know, sometimes brothers are annoying. But I see that really everyone in our family is very nice and treats each other nicely.

    And whenever we come home, you always smile at us and say nice things like ‘I’m so happy to see you!’ Not everyone does that.”

    (My kids are very careful about not speaking negatively about others, so they won’t directly say if they see something at the home of someone else or anywhere else that they don’t like. And as interesting as I would find specific feedback, I don’t encourage that kind of discussion.)

    Believe me, I’ve had years of complaints and suggestions about how I could do things better! It’s nice when they start to have a more appreciative eye.

    I was struck by how much a smile meant to my son.  Smiling at your child doesn’t seem like such a big deal, does it? It really isn’t a major action to take, but it has the power to make a person feel warm and loved inside. And the absence of that smile was striking enough for my son to think about how much he appreciated the family he has.

    Avivah

  • Our newest grandchild has arrived!!

    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

    Avivah

  • 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!

    Avivah

     

  • 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.

    Avivah

  • 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.

     

    Avivah

     

  • 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.

    Avivah

     

  • 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?

    Avivah