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Congratulations?

Crying EyeI am a great aunt. Both mom and baby are doing well. In fact, the baby is absolutely gorgeous. It should be a moment to savor and to celebrate. Unfortunately, the father is my 17-year-old nephew. The mother just turned 15 within the last month, and my nephew and she are not even dating. This is not cause for celebration.

My nephew was a good kid. He is incredibly intelligent and has always been surrounded by a loving extended family. His mother and father, however, had a miserable marriage and ended up divorcing a bit too late. Over six years after they called things off, my nephew remains filled with rage at his father and life in general. We have seen him go from top of his class to failing almost everything and eventually dropping out of high school. In fact, he should have graduated last week. Instead, he gets to face parenthood.

My brother-in-law, the new grandfather, has tried to convince both new parents to put the baby up for adoption and give her a chance at a better life. The mother wants to wait to see if she can handle motherhood. Did I mention she was only 15 years old? Even with all the support in the world, how can someone that young handle motherhood? What’s worse is the fact that my nephew and the mother of his child are not even in any sort of relationship. This was literally a situation of scratching an itch or giving into teenage hormones.

I am not naive. I know that kids these days are more sexually active than most people realize. I know they are bombarded with sexual images and all sorts of pressure. I know that parents try to teach responsibility, or should be doing so. I could rant about the availability of condoms or putting daughters on the pill or better yet the shot so that there is no worry about missing pills. The fact is that no matter what I can say does not change the fact that two children did something completely stupid and irresponsible and are now faced with the result of their actions for the next 18 years.

As I see my nieces and in-laws celebrate the birth of this newest member of the family, I cannot help but feel tremendous heartbreak that such a talented child, one who had the whole world before him, would end up like this. My heart goes out to the young mother. She will be welcome into the family and given all the care and support we can give her, but her life has changed forever because of one bad decision on both their parts.  At this point in time, I can only see the tragedy behind this entire situation.

Bittersweet

"Grandfather clip art"My grandfather is slowly dying. I should be upset. The nature of the relationship should dictate that I should be grief-stricken. Unfortunately, I cannot seem to muster the grief and sympathy that the situation warrants.

You see, my grandfather was a miserable man, and my memories of him are anything but happy. He was the scary grandfather who intimidated my brother and me as kids. As an adult, he infuriated me with his arcane beliefs and misogynistic tendencies. He never got over the fact that my father’s family, many generations ago, came from Poland. As part of the master race with his “pure” German blood, he looked down on everyone, and he never truly accepted my dad as his son-in-law. In fact, he almost barred my mother from marrying him.

I grew up with stories about those damn Polacks, those drunk Irishmen, those idiotic blacks, and other horrifying racial epithets. He refused to let my mother go to the college of her choice because he felt it was too Communist in nature. He also refused to let her get contacts or buy a pair of jeans. Seriously, Grandpa? She could wear slacks but not jeans?

As a kid, he looked down on me for reading all the time and yet forbade my brother and me from watching TV while we visited. If we were too loud, he got mad. If we were too quiet, he got mad. If we dared to ask questions of our parents or, heaven forbid, other adults, he grew so upset he could barely speak. His belief that women are not equal to men was as apparent to me as his dislike of anyone other than German Catholics. The family joke is that he fought for the wrong side during World War II.

So, as he sits in the hospital fighting his congestive heart failure, I struggle with what I should be feeling and what I am feeling. I want to feel sad, but feel guilty that I cannot. Rather, I almost feel relief that this miserable man who was filled with so much hate and distrust will finally find peace. It’s the most sympathetic feeling I can muster for someone who never enjoyed life.

Michelle can also be found on her blog, That’s What She Read.

Taking a hard look in the mirror

It isn’t easy to doImage: Mirror Reflection. The resulting introspection can leave one emotionally drained, a complete shell of one’s previous self. Yet, if we do not do this periodically, how are we to grow? How are we to learn?

Yet, what happens when you take a look and do not like what you see? When you have that moment of clarity where you realize that everything you had supposed was someone else’s fault was really your own? Even worse, what happens when the behavior being analyzed happened at work? When you realize that you were reacting in a manner that is not who you want to be or in a way that you ever thought possible? When you realize that your standing in your boss’ eyes has been permanently damaged by your actions, even if you discover that they were easily explained? Even worse, what if you realize that your astonishing behavior is a direct result of your fractured, mistrusting relationship with your boss?

How do you recover from this? How do you build your self-esteem back up to a point where you are not filled with self-doubt? How do you repair a relationship that was damaged from the very beginning but made worse by your subsequent behaviors since the relationship started? Is support by Human Resources and your boss’ boss enough to help you stand up and brush yourself off from the lengthy fall your ego just took? Is the damage too great to overcome?

All I have figured out to do is to reflect, stay quiet and hyper-vigilant. I brought this on myself with my inability to see how my actions were harming me. I just hope that the support from HR is enough to help me guide through the whitewater into which I steered myself. It is going to be a bumpy ride out of this mess. I just hope I have enough strength left to get through it.

The Dangers of Revisiting Childhood Dreams

Image: Coach CartoonAt any children’s activity, one will always find them – those parents who get a little too excited or upset about what is occurring on the field. They are the ones to put make-up on their four or five-year-olds for various dance or cheerleading events. They are the ones to buy top-of-the-line sporting equipment for their child’s first season playing a sport, force their child to attend every between-season sporting camp and will often be seen on the sidelines belittling a coach and/or the referees on their inability to coach or referee a game. Who are they? They are the parents that live vicariously through their children, and their ability to ruin a sporting event knows no bounds.

I had the distinct pleasure of experiencing this first-hand with my son’s club soccer team this year. In fact, there were several parents of this nature on the team that made sitting on the sidelines a brutal affair. We had one family that told their child to ignore the coaches’ instructions during the game. He did just that, and his teammates’ frustrations were clearly visible to those of us sitting on the sidelines. We had another one that would encourage their child’s ranting and raving after each game, putting the blame for each loss on everyone but him rather than on the team as a whole. This particular child was eventually asked to leave the team because he had managed to antagonize every single one of his teammates. We also had parents belitting other players on the field, completely ignoring the fact that the other players’ parents were sitting within earshot. This resulted in several missed games by parents who were understandably upset by what was stated about their child. The coup-de-grace though was when we had these same parents, the ones who belittled and ignored the coaches, attempt to force the coach off the team…two games before the end of the season. All this for ten-year-old soccer.

I will never understand why parents are willing to go to such lengths to act like this even while they are spouting the positive effects of learning to play as a team. Do they not see their own actions as counterproductive to such positive effects? How can our children learn to play together and learn selflessness on the field when they are playing with teammates who are being taught the exact opposite by their parents? Does this mixed messaging do more harm than good?

Granted, this behavior has always been around, and I seriously doubt that my ranting here will change anything. I remember it when playing on sports teams while I was growing up, and I can clearly remember similar issues all those years my brother played baseball (he played through college). Yet, what purpose does this behavior serve other than to create an antagonistic relationship between child and parent? For, can a child ever live up to their parents’ expectations in these scenarios?

As sports gets more and more competitive at a younger and younger ages, I cannot help but believe we are creating a generation of children that are learning that they can bully, argue and ignore their way to success. If not that, then their inflated sense of their self-worth, as boosted by parental expectations, will run smack into the wall that is the workforce, leaving them completely incapable of coping with the real world. By trying to make our child the next great athlete, instead we are creating the next great bully. Even worse, we are creating a scenario where no matter what the child ends up doing, it will be a disappointment to the parents because it wasn’t what they envisioned on the sidelines years ago. It seems as if we are dooming our children to a lifetime of disappointments and misery, either through this misguided parental relationship or through the child’s own expectations for his or her future. How incredibly sad is it that in an effort to relive childhood dreams, parents are willing to doom their own child’s future?

Guilt

The bonds of parentingNo one can deny that parenting is one of the toughest yet most exhilarating jobs in existence. Where else can you experience total blood-vessel popping anger, hair-pulling frustration, insomnia-causing agony, and yet heart-melting love? We would give our lives for our children, make sacrifices, reorganize everything to meet their needs, and yet we are still left wondering if it is enough. Should we stay home or work? Daycare or home care? Activities or family time? Where do we cross the line with discipline? How do we know we are doing a good job? No matter what we do, we face parental guilt. Are our choices the right ones? Could we have made better ones? Are we harming our children through the choices we’ve made?

All the hugs and kisses, pictures and snuggles cannot overcome this guilt. All it takes is one set of tears at a choice made and all the fears and doubts come flying back. Do you take a promotion even if it means putting your children back into daycare, which they do not want? Do you risk career suicide to keep your children out of daycare? Are you supposed to sacrifice your career for your children? When do we stop making sacrifices for our kids and start looking out for ourselves?

For each parent, the answers are different, and there is definitely no one-size-fits-all answer. Sometimes, we’ll get it right and sometimes, we won’t. All we can do is make the choices that best fit everyone’s needs, try our best, and hope.  In the end, that is the one element of parenting that never changes.

Beauty

Beauty Pageant CrownThis past month saw my daughter start cheerleading for the first time ever.  At age six, she is still very much into princesses and everything girlie.  Last year saw her start ballet, and she was forever prancing around in her leotard and toe shoes.  In two weeks of cheerleading, she has done nothing but practice her jumps and cheers and takes it all very seriously.  You can see the joy sparkle in her eye.

You can imagine my surprise when she all but burst into tears after team pictures the other day and announced that she was not pretty.  This was followed up fairly quickly with the statement that she was fat.  Okay, surprise is not a strong enough word.  Try stunned into silence.  How can a little girl at age six determine whether she is pretty or not?  More importantly, where in the world did she ever get this idea?

She has always had a healthy opinion of herself and a level of self-confidence at which I could only marvel.  Anyone who could wear some of the outfits in which she chose to dress herself and pull it off is at a comfort level with her appearance that I did not reach until I turned 30.  When her father and I tell her that she is beautiful, we mean it with our whole heart because she is beautiful.  She has eyes that look like blue crystals and a smile that fills up her entire face.  She is tall and thin for her age, causing us to constantly have to tell her to pull up her pants because no amount of tightening the elastic bands help them to stay up.  We have been warned by many a friend and even casual acquaintance that we should be prepared to fend off all the suitors in a few short years.  My husband is already preparing because we can see it happening already.  This is why her statement was all the more crushing.

It turns out that because she did not have her hair curled into ringlets or was not wearing a little blusher and lip gloss, she feels she was not as pretty as her teammates.  This is first-grade cheerleading here.  Why in the world is it necessary to spend such an inordinate amount of time primping a little girl for one picture?  What ever happened to natural beauty?  Am I doomed to fight this battle for the next few years because I do not feel it is necessary to treat my daughter like a Barbie doll?

Yes, this entire ordeal has me extremely upset.  My main goal as a parent is to ensure my children have healthy levels of self-confidence and the ability to know what is truly important in life.  Curled hair and make-up for a first-grade picture is not important in the grand scheme of things and yet, the other mothers have convinced my daughter that it is essential to be considered beautiful, and subsequently popular. It actually makes me a bit sick to my stomach that I have to fight this battle now.  I was mentally prepared to deal with it as she got a little older, like prepubescence but definitely not before she has even started first grade.

What is even more upsetting is that I am not certain how I can win this battle.  I feel that I am one voice objecting among millions stating that it is okay to objectify our daughters.  How can I keep telling her that make-up and fancy hair is not true beauty when she sees all of the other girls wearing fanciful hairdos and make-up?  More importantly, how I can I help my little girl see what a true beauty she truly is?  How can I ignore her tears?

You can read more from MichelleS here.

How much is too much?

Soccer MomLast spring was the first time both children were involved in activities to a great extent: soccer on Monday, ballet on Tuesday, soccer on Wednesday, soccer on Thursday, piano on Friday, and Sunday school and soccer games on Sundays.  In between those activities, we had school presentations and performances, end-of-year recitals, the school musical, and a business fair.  Often, we were not sitting down to dinner until 7:30 PM or even 8 PM.  Since we are out the door in the morning at 6:30 AM, the kids were going to bed immediately after dinner, while my husband and I rushed around, tidying things up and preparing for the next day.  Towards the end, it was all either of us could do to muster enough energy to cook, let alone spend quality time together, not to mention the impact on work because we were continually leaving work earlier than normal to get the kids to the various activities on time.

I understand the importance of introducing new activities to children.  How else is a child supposed to learn their interests and discover their talents?   Because of this need, next fall will see us add cheerleading to the schedule, as well as piano for our youngest child.  Yes, that means two additional activities on an already packed events calendar.  I know we have it easy; we have only two children. My husband and I alternate days and events.  (I got soccer, and my husband got everything else)  We did not have to drag an unwilling sibling to the other’s practice, and one parent was always home to at least start dinner and throw in a load of laundry.   I do not know how others with more children manage.   The laundry pile alone is enough to have me giving thanks that we stopped after two.  I cannot imagine having to cart three children to different events every single day of the week.

This leads me to question just how much is too much.  At what point in time is our desire to introduce everything possible to our children become detrimental to their enjoyment and capacity to learn something new?  Are we invariably causing burnout in children before they reach the age of ten?

It is a real question.  The need to pad the academic resume becomes even greater as competition for spots in top colleges increases.  We all want our children to be well-rounded and to encourage their participation in activities they truly love.  So what if it means a schedule from hell while they are busy figuring out just what it is they do love?   My fear is that this scheduling issue will get worse before it gets better.  We already added two more activities from last year to the upcoming one because my daughter wants to try to new things.  In one year, my son will be entering junior high and cannot wait to join the track team and the cross-country team.  My daughter has already expressed interest in band.   Where do we draw the line?

Is it worth the sacrifice to family time to expose the kids to all of these activities?  How do we, as parents, say no to an activity they want to try?  More importantly, are we really doing this for our children or for ourselves?  At what point in time do we, as parents, cross the line from supportive and encouraging parent to living vicariously through our children?

I definitely do not have all the answers.  Sometimes, I think parenting is more about trying to determine the answers to such questions than about actually raising children.  I guess that as long as we are trying to answer such questions, we can consider that we are doing something correctly when it comes to parenthood!

The working parents’ dilemma

Summer vacation – It is the time of the year every child anticipates with glee.  It is also the time when stay-at-home moms feverishly search for games, activities, camps, and other events with which to keep their children busy throughout the summer months.  One might think working mothers have it easier this time of year because their children continue to follow the same schedules as they do through the school year – drop the children off at daycare before work and pick the children up from daycare at the end of the work day.  What happens, however, when the child gets too old for daycare?

My husband and I are facing this situation right now with my oldest.  He just turned ten at the end of May and was already forced to leave one daycare center because their licensing only supported children through the age of ten.  He was given one week to finish the school year before he was told he could not return.  Luckily, we were able to find another daycare center that will watch him during the summer.  Unfortunately, this new location only supports students through fifth grade.  Therefore, as my son will enter sixth grade this year, my ten-year-old has no option for daycare, and we have no family in the area or close friends who could watch him either.  Did I mention the legal age for latch-key children is twelve years old?  Is it me, or is there something majorly wrong with this picture?

Just what is a parent supposed to do when his or her child gets too old for daycare but is not mature or old enough to stay at home alone?  None of the parenting books prepare you for this situation.  Because my parents were teachers, the need for summer daycare was non-existent when I was a child.   My husband never went to daycare either because his mother stayed home.  Out of our friends, we started having children first, so no one else in our set has yet to experience this issue.  We are transplants to the area; unlike a large majority of our neighbors…okay, all of our neighbors, we have no family in the area, and all of our friends work during the day as well.  We have looked at other daycare providers in the area, of which there are few that support my children’s school district, and all of the others follow the same guidelines.  My hands are tied.  He is not old enough to stay at home by himself according to state law, but I have a job that requires me to be at work before and after school hours.  I am attempting to negotiate new work hours that would allow me to be home with them before and after school, but in this horrible economy, is that detrimental to my job?  What about days off, spring break, winter break, snow days, early release days and the like?  Could this lack of foresight on the part of daycare centers become a glitch in my career?  Shouldn’t the balance between family and career be a little easier to navigate these days?  Ah, the life of working parents.

Lizards and license tags

I’ve been on so many camping trips I can’t count them all. For as long as I can remember, my folks have taken my sister and I camping in trucks, tents and trailers. We’ve had so many adventures and memories and I am so glad that my parents help me to create these memories for my daughter, too.

But mixed in with those memories are life lessons that every person should learn before they move out on their own.

1. Make a checklist and check everything twice. It doesn’t hurt to be thorough and make sure you have absolutely everything you need. Like the renewed license tag for the plate on your trailer. Getting stopped by a CHP officer 200 miles away from home can put a damper on your trip. And having to explain to every CHP office thereafter that the tag is in the mail to your destination gets tiring, and you get so good at your explanation that they’re likely to think you’re not telling the truth.

2. Your hands will wash. You can really only get so much dirt on you. Hooking up the grey and black water tanks to the dump station will not kill you. But the smell from not draining those tanks probably will.

3. Learn how to read a map – quickly. Whether you’re driving or a passenger, reading a map is key to a successful camping trip/vacation. But if you’re driving, you can’t take your eyes off the road for long. And if you’re a passenger in charge of the map, you need to be able to tell the driver to take the next left before you pass it. Think ahead – sometimes the next exit/road makes it difficult to get to where you were supposed to go (one-way roads, tiny streets and turns not meant for a travel trailer behind a pick-up, etc.).

4. Learn how to change a tire/your oil/other items on your travel vehicle. It seems like a big “DUH!” but it’s amazing how different changing a car tire is from changing a trailer tire, especially if it’s the inside tire. And you know that problems with your vehicle don’t happen right in front of an auto repair station. Sometimes you have to put a fan belt of a Suburban back on by yourself at a rest area where there’s no cell signal and the payphones are broken/missing.

5. Keep your home tools/supplies separate from your travel tools/supplies. There’s a fun story of how my family came to keep a separate garden hose in our trailer. We used to just use our regular garden hose out in the front yard to fill the water tank of the trailer. We would put a brass nozzle on the end of the hose, stick it in the tank opening, turn on the water and go back to packing for a while; trailer water tanks hold a lot of water. One afternoon, we checked on the water level in the tank about 15-20 minutes after turning on the hose. Empty. Hmm. Checked the nozzle – there was this weird clear-ish slime kinda hanging from the opening of the nozzle. Ew. Turned off the water and unscrewed the nozzle. More of the slimy stuff was stuck in the nozzle and in the hose. Mom instructed me to turn on the water full-blast as she pointed the hose toward the lawn. Even from behind the trailer, I could hear the “POP!” The high water pressure had sent the gooey stuff flying across the lawn. Close inspection revealed it to be half of a lizard. My cat had cornered a lizard the day before and after dropping it’s tail, the lizard must have sought refuge inside the water hose. We spent the rest of the day bleaching lizard guts out of our water tank. Gross.

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