September 25, 2014

Multiracial Round-up: Where Race & Family Meet {Sept. 2014}

There is just so much to read out there - it overwhelms me every time I start to gather my favorites for this monthly round-up of reads! This month I'm keeping it focused and it is all about race and family, especially talking with our kids about race.

  • 5 Reasons We All Need To Talk to Kids About Race AND 6 Things White Parents Can Do To Raise Racially Conscious Children  - These two posts, written by Bree Ervin, are part of a series at Everyday Feminism. The first post does a great job explaining why we, as parents, we shouldn't shy away from talking to our kids about race. The second offers guidelines that are directed toward white parents (presumably raising white children), but some of the suggestions also apply to parents raising kids of color.  Read Bree's posts here and here

September 22, 2014

7 Ways to Curb the Gimmes

I admit it: When Zip was little, I was an indulgent momma. Almost every trip to the store resulted in some little purchase for my baby. It wasn't necessarily anything he asked for and rarely was it something he actually needed, but as a new mom I found a lot of joy in bringing home a little something new for my boy, be it a cute outfit, a little rattle, or a new board book.

But somewhere along the way, when he was three or so, I realized my habit had the potential to become a problem. Partly because I now had two little ones and buying treats for two was (obviously) twice as expensive. But also because Zip was now old enough to understand what I was doing and he was starting to expect things. We needed to change course, fast.

Over the past few years we have implemented a number of different strategies that, taken together, have helped to keep the gimmes in check. Our intention is to teach the boys to be thoughtful about what they ask for and to value what they have. And of course we're hoping to avoid the very unpleasant toy aisle meltdowns.

September 17, 2014

5 Ways Parenthood Is A Lot Like Yoga

Saturday morning I went to yoga. I always have high hopes for the laziness of a Saturday morning with my kids, but - as sometimes happens - this morning had failed to meet my expectations. The lack of structure, so glorious in theory, had somehow turned to chaos and conflict. It had been a rough, rough morning.

The teacher asked us to choose an intention for the class. What is it we needed right now? Was there a part of our body that needed care and attention? Our emotional self? Something on our minds? Was it our soul that needed nourishing? 

I wasn't sure what I needed. Just grace. The grace to forgive myself for my parenting imperfections. The grace to let go of a disappointing morning and begin again. I practiced with my eyes closed and took deep breaths. Lots of really, really deep breaths.

Somewhere along the way it occurred to me: Motherhood is a lot like yoga.

Sometimes we find our limits tested. We are just trying to hold it together and keep our balance.

Photo by Lisa Picard

Sometimes we feel better when we open our hearts and make room - for forgiveness, for imperfection, for love and grace, for a laugh, for a beautiful moment - for whatever the universe is sending our way. This openness invigorates and strengthens us.

Photo by Matthew Ragan
Sometimes we just need to put our heads down, close our eyes, take a deep breath and let go. We need a moment to stop exerting and stretching ourselves and to just be.

Photo by Anne Wu, modified by Musing Momma 

Sometimes we need to remember the importance of the basics, those things that ground us and that we keep coming back to time and again. In our home, that is a bedtime story, a meal together, a hug and an I love you. We can't underestimate just how valuable these are, the thread that weaves through our days.

Photo by Texas A&M University - Commerce Marketing Communications Photography

And sometimes we amaze ourselves. We accomplish things we never thought we could. We see the beautiful, amazing in our parenting: The way we love our children so deeply, accept them so unconditionally, nurture them so passionately. The way we brave the un-braveable and do the un-doable.

Photo by Dave Rosenblum

Parenthood, like yoga, is not any one of these things. It is all of these things. We move between them gracefully, sometimes, and awkwardly, sometimes. We all have our strengths. We all have our limits. As yoga teaches us (in my non-yogi words), we find peace when we stop comparing ourselves to others or worrying about what we "should" do and instead focus on accepting and loving ourselves, imperfections and all. There is something sacred and worthwhile in all of us.

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September 12, 2014

Reclaiming My Home from Nerf Guns & Ninja Turtles

When I became a mother, I vowed not to let toy guns into our home. My husband agreed. We saw no need. We believed - still believe - that because guns are used to injure and kill they are not something to "pretend" with. We committed ourselves to ensuring the tv shows the boys watched were educational and prosocial and, sure, sometimes good ol' entertainment, but anything violent would wait until they were much older.

But like so many things we swear we'll never do as parents, there is a slippery slope. Like how I swore my kids would always wear clean clothes and not run naked in public - only to be the mom with a preschooler running around the driveway in his underwear, covered in mud. And just as we swore "no guns," somehow our playroom became home to army figures and Ninja Turtles (weapons included) and, yes, even a couple of Nerf guns. Just as we vowed "no violent tv," our boys were watching robot aliens cut down by nunchucks and swords. 

September 8, 2014

Stop Kids' Arguing While Still Allowing Them A Voice

I’m pretty sure that my 7-year-old snuck off at some point in the night and took classes at Harvard Law. How else can I explain his ability to argue any point ad naseum, putting the most seasoned attorney to shame? It’s admirable, really. Zip is persistent and amazingly convincing. But, as his mom, I also find it really, really frustrating, particularly when the arguing results in a heated negotiation about something I've asked him to do or not to do. I am also certain I'm not the first parent to experience this. I was a pretty argumentative kid myself, so I can count my own parents in the "been there" club. Maybe you are a member too?

The Dilemma

On one hand I want to support Zippy’s assertiveness, and I want him to know that what he has to say matters. I know that he is at the age where feeling knowledgeable is important and, as a very goal-directed kid, getting to do what he wants to do is important to him.

On the other hand, there are times that the answer is “because I said so” (even though I swore that would never be the case). As a parent, I’m juggling so many different things that sometimes I just need him to go with the flow so I can keep all of the balls in the air. I also want him to respect my role as the parent in our relationship. The more that I engage with him in debate, the less weight my words seem to hold and the more everything seems to become debatable. And, beyond our relationship as parent and child, I want my boys to learn that there is a time and place to disagree or stand one’s ground – both with adults and with peers. It is an important skill to have when it comes to building healthy relationships or being a strong leader.

So where is the middle ground? How do I give Zip the space to share his point of view, without getting drawn into a heated debate over whether he is allowed to catch snapping turtles with his bare hands or whether he brushed his teeth before getting in bed? (Definite NO on the snapping turtles and, sweetie, your toothbrush is still bone dry.)

Bonbon Break