The Goodnight Board – Lifelong lessons in family

The Goodnight Board – Lifelong lessons in family

family photosNo matter what the make- up of your nuclear family is, you are likely part of a larger group of people you call “family”. Whether they are made up of blood relations, or friends who have earned your love and trust, they are people who will be part of your child’s life for a long time. To that end, let me share some thoughts on family, and a lovely routine we had in our house.

In my essay on sleep, I describe the importance of establishing a bedtime routine. At our house, the first step was to dim the lights (yes, put the kids’ lights on a dimmer; its great for middle of the night infant feedings, nights when your child is sick, and every night at bedtime!) Change into nighttime clothes/ diapers and then say “goodnight” to everyone in the family.

Hanging near the crib / toddler bed was a bulletin board with photos of the closest members of the family. Each one was a 4×6 nice clear close- up picture. So we would look at the pictures and point to each one and say “Good night Grandma, Good night Grandpa, Good night Carla…” and so on. We even had a picture of our dog. Then the last good night was a kiss and hug from the adult, and then into bed, lights out, and door closed. We instructed anyone who stayed with our girls to do the same, so bedtime was smooth and easy.

When the baby was small, obviously some facial recognition occurred, but the soothing nature of the routine was paramount. Later, our children would smile at one photo or another, showing a real emotional connection. Lastly, when they were a bit older, we had a phone list with the same pictures so they could identify the faces and phone numbers as they learned to use the phone…. Yes a land- line! How Quaint! This last step would certainly be a no-brainer on cell phones contact list, and Skype contacts too.

As they grew, the idea that some people are closer to us than others as individuals and as a family is a valuable lesson. It teaches children that not all families are cookie cutter units with a mommy, daddy, and children.

It teaches them to have pride in their family, no matter how its members are arranged. It also teaches them about the differences between family, friends, and strangers.

Once at the grocery store, I was chatting with the clerk. After we left the store, my daughter said, “Bill is our friend!” because he was always cheery and familiar with the customers. I took this instant as a “teachable moment” which you must always be on the look out for! I paused to explain to her that no, he is not our friend, but he is a stranger with whom we are friendly. I gave examples of how we interact with friends (they visit our house, we eat together, we talk on the phone) versus being friendly with a stranger (talking at the store, holding the door, chatting with a neighbor).

Setting up this distinction lays the groundwork for stranger awareness later on. They will see that even though the pizza guy comes to the house, he doesn’t join you for dinner!pizzaOur kids will be accustomed to protecting their privacy, their space, and their bodies if you have taught them this from the youngest age. Moreover, they will understand how special it is to be a member of a family. They will see that the people on the bulletin board, those in your home, are special and have earned your trust.

I introduced the idea of people who may want to hurt us, those who “break the rules” by using the phrase the “oh-oh feeling” that instinctive feeling that we all have, but often override in order to follow social norms or not cause offense. It’s the feeling that tells you not to get into the elevator or to change your seat on the subway. Giving the feeling a name incorporates it into the kid’s vocabulary and hopefully opens the door to a dialogue when they do have that feeling. My mother had a friend who would come and literally pinch my cheeks hard every time she saw me. I never said anything, and while she was just an annoyance, I just suffered the burn instead of feeling empowered to say or do anything. As a parent, you must find the times to have the difficult talks!

It will be your job to give them permission to call out any family member or friend who breaks the rules as a potential child molester or abuser. Statistics show that in most cases the child and the family know these adults. When having conversations about grown –ups who break the rules I felt justified in telling my girls that even if the person who makes you feel uncomfortable is Uncle Joe or my best friend, that I love you more than I love Uncle Joe or whoever, and would want her to tell me if any grown up made her feel uncomfortable. Our children need to be believed, and not afraid to express any deep secret or emotional issue they may have. You as the parent are the head of their family, the closest, most important person in their lives. It is a relationship of absolute trust and trustworthiness. You set the tone and model what that familial bond and relationship should be.
In later years, they will use these criteria for extending trust and friendship to people in their own lives, hopefully choosing friends, mentors, and partners who are worthy of their esteem. Social media has blurred the lines of “friendship”. My approach is to incorporate the technology instead of ignoring it. Get into social media and see what’s going on! Watch the videos, read the comments, see who friended whom today! This is a place abundantly full of “teachable moments”!

Your job after all is to give them what they need so they are equipped to leave you! So the first day of school, the night of the sleep over, even departure for college will not be something your child has to do alone. You will have provided a cocoon of family bonds, which they can carry with them anywhere! What sweet pleasure it is to get a text message from college saying “Good night mom, sweet dreams, love you!” Sigh, smile, “Good night, I love you more!” There’s no better time, and time well spent, than when you first start with your baby in your arms, smiling at the good- night board, saying goodnight to all the important people in your family. I think the logical progression of teaching babies about families, toddlers about friendship, and children to distinguish the difference between acquaintances, friends, and family, and your child will carry the knowledge that they have people behind them, even if they are not physically present, for all their lives.

Don’t let trips trip you up!

Don’t let trips trip you up!

open roadWe are a society on the go. Whether it’s work, school, daycare, activities, or trips, we are usually preparing to leave or regrouping upon return. Taking the baby out for the first time can be a logistical challenge. The backbone of success in my opinion is to keep things organized, and be consistent with how you prepare.
My husband and I just returned from a lovely trip with two college–aged daughters, it is potentially one of the last “family vacations” for our nuclear family. It was wonderful. We spent a week in a new city, did sightseeing, ate out, and really enjoyed the time together. I spent many hours planning the trip, down to the smallest detail. That is not to say that we had a rigid plan. On the contrary; my planning was contingency planning. It was amassing knowledge about the city we were visiting, becoming familiar with the transportation system, the restaurants, and what we would see at each site, each activity etc. This may sound nuts to you, but hear me out.
On another trip, I was taking a mid-day break by the hotel pool, and over heard a conversation that was something like this. “So, what did you do this morning?” “Oh, it was so frustrating! We went to the museum, and it was closed! We wasted the entire morning and didn’t get to see anything.” Blah blah blah. I grimaced. Waste indeed! Like me, and countless others, these tourists had paid for airline tickets, hotel, etc. and gotten nothing in return for their investment. girl beach chair
My time, and yours, is valuable! Especially when you are traveling, you want to get value for your money. So investigate the opening hours of the places you want to go! See what’s offered, so your child doesn’t pitch a fit because they want to see the dolphin show, but can’t because you didn’t sign up for the free tickets weeks before. My strategy is to put my name on every list, reserve the space, just in case! (Disney World is a particularly intense destination; I’ll have a whole essay on that.) Similarly if you are planning a day of errands on main street, see when the library story hour is, and work it into your day as a break. In addition to your groceries, you’ll have books, and an accomplishment to feel good about!
So the best strategy for any excursion, near or far is to plan for the contingencies. On this most recent trip, I was prepared by knowing which sights were located close to each other (so we didn’t waste time crisscrossing the city), several restaurants in the area that we could choose (so we didn’t get so hungry and cranky we would fall into an expensive tourist trap), and a list of subway and bus lines that would easily link the places we wanted to go. Most importantly, I had grouped them according to the days and hours they were open, so we knew if we wanted to see Headliner A we had to visit on a Tuesday or Wednesday; Headliner B was a Monday visit, and so on. That gave us the flexibility to visit the headliner, and then say, “ok, what else do we feel like doing? X.Y, Z are close by, and we can grab lunch here or there, some fresh air at this park, and an ice cream at this place.”
Let’s apply this same strategic planning to a day of errands. If you have to get drug store items, groceries, a hair cut and pick up dry cleaning, then you have to arrange them in a logical way (groceries last), identify where you’ll stop for a break ( and pack the snacks ahead of time) and know what time the dry cleaner closes, so you don’t miss it and have to go back. Also keep in mind the location of hot-spots like the carnival/ toy store/ pet store, don’t choose the store where the kids will see the attractive hot-spot, go 5 minutes out of your way to the other grocery store, to avoid the tantrum and stress that would have ensued. Then when you do have the time and plan to see the “funtastic” attraction, you are the hero for giving the kids such a wonderful surprise!
As for packing for your trip, I always had my diaper bag stocked, with each item carefully tucked away in the same pocket every time. Each day I would replenish the consumable items; diapers, juice boxes, clean bib, binky etc. I kept some bigger rarely used things in a box in the car. Things like a change of clothes, first aid kit, and a couple of party favors incase all hell broke loose and I needed a new shiny distraction! I also kept my things in the exact same place all the time. My bag hung on a hook. The keys were in the zippered pocket, my sunglasses on the outside pocket, etc,etc. I never had to run around looking for these items. I was consistent, which I am sure is the key to organization and stress reduction!
So let me end where I began. This family vacation was the first vacation for which I did not need to make any parental preparations, or work while I was on vacation. My girls are adults, they knew how to pack, prep, travel and take care of themselves. We were four adults on vacation together. What a joy! I used to say of other vacations, while they were fun to varying extent, for me it was “same job, different location.” Because I was still meeting the children’s needs every day, and then some, because I had to anticipate the new needs of being away from home. I promise you, the day will come and you will sigh with relief that all the years of planning have paid off. Hopefully your example will be another gift for your child, and the organization and planning will be part of their lives too. Few of us have the benefit of being taught this at home, so whatever you can do to anticipate, plan, prepare and be consistent, you and your child will benefit! Happy travels!

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Pet Peeve:
I know so many people who have stayed in posh hotels, which offer amenities they will never use. Your room rate supports the spa, the salon, the room service etc. If those things are not part of your plan, skip it, and spend the money on something you will enjoy! You can save so much money, and spare yourself the tease of temptation when you are not able to take advantage of those amenities, by staying someplace else! Try to think of it as a family trip, not a vacation! Personally, I would rather stay focused on the kid – fun on family vacations, and then spend time pampering myself when I can really be free of responsibilities. When I’m with the family, I want to be with them. That usually means doing kid stuff, not going somewhere just to leave the kids in the resort camp. If that means making your family trip a bit shorter and going away with only your significant other on another occasion for a real vacation, or just getting a babysitter and having a day to yourself in your hometown, I’d rather be focused on either the family or myself. Trying to do both sounds too frustrating to be worth it.

Birth Stories – the day you became a parent

Birth Stories – the day you became a parent

pregnant womanI have certain clear recollections of the days my two children were born. They are jumbled a little, but crystal clear at the same time. In whatever way you became, or will become a parent, I’m sure you will have a similar experience. It is emotional, your physical sensations are heightened, and you will have unexpected, unpredictable responses to things and memories of the day.
I must confess to having been a complete optimist throughout both pregnancies. It never occurred to me that anything could or would go wrong. Thank goodness, my optimism was true, and we were greatly blessed with healthy children and uneventful deliveries.
Our first child was born 2 days before the official due date. I awoke in the middle of the night, and woke up my husband. By this time, he had been banished to a spare bedroom because there wasn’t room for all of us in the bed. By all of us, I mean me, my belly, and the assortment of pillows I needed to just lay down comfortably.

So is started when I woke up and I wasn’t sure if I had wet myself, or if my water had broken, I was confused, embarrassed, and frustrated. I started crying. My husband got me in the car, and we went to the hospital. I was told they were going to check me out, and then I remember a swirl of nurses, clipboards, IVs and the sun coming up. Then I remember my doctor being there, and thinking “oh, how nice, she was in the hospital and came to see me.” I still didn’t realize I was having the baby till she told me so. I was surprised because I didn’t have any pain, my water hadn’t really broken like on TV or the movies, and I was just feeling emotional. We knew that I would have a C-section, for medical reasons, so I was taken to the operating room. Here I have a few sharp memories. I remember being cold. I remember my arms outstretched, which I wasn’t expecting (they do it for the IVs).

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I remember my husband there, and when they first showed me our daughter, but then took her to clean her up etc. Then I forgot about her, because I was startled when she gave a little cry a few minutes later. I’ll concede, my mental faculties weren’t all there I guess! I remember the doctor suggesting her own name, Kathleen, as a name for the baby.

My next memories are in the recovery room, of calling my folks. Here’s the most significant thing. I remember the feeling of realizing I would forever be a Mom. This little baby had done this huge thing. She made me a mom. No matter how it had happened, and what would happen in the future, I was now in the ranks of women who are mothers. I was awestruck by the magnitude and significance of it.

Our second daughter was a planned C-section, again for medical reasons. It was the week I was due, and the doctor said she wanted to schedule me, so I wouldn’t just go into labor, lest anything go wrong. I was just fine with that. The second baby was big, really big, and I remember thinking, between the half- breaths I could barely take, that if they gave me enough drugs, they could get “it” out anyway they wanted! So we went to the hospital in the morning, and were pleasantly signed in, given a room, and we waited. And we waited. I sat cross-legged on the bed, so the belly had lots of room, and talked to my husband. As afternoon wore on, we called our folks, who were eagerly awaiting news, and babysitting our older daughter, being two years old at the time. I clearly remember taking a shower, because I knew I’d have to wait a few days after the delivery, and I can’t stand missing a shower.
Finally my turn had come, and I was prepped. As we waited, my doctor and her partner came in, with very serious looks on their faces. I was so alarmed. They confessed that the baby’s position would make it impossible for them to use a low incision like the last time, and that they would need to use a cut perpendicular to that one. What a relief. I think I told them, again, that they could do whatever they wanted, as long as the baby was out and healthy. So now I have an anchor on my belly. A souvenir of our second daughter who is still finding her own way in life! pexels-photo-27118-mediumWhat I do remember about this delivery, is the clarity of mind, which I didn’t have the first time. I guess since I wasn’t in labor, my hormones etc. were not wreaking havoc, so I felt more like myself. In fact, as I lay there, with arms outstretched, the nurse at my side, and my husband behind me, I recall the nurse asking me lots of questions. I would answer, but my husband often beat me to it. He was nervous no doubt, and was answering all the nurses’ questions. At one point I looked up at him and said “Dear, I think she wants me to answer the questions, so she can monitor how I’m doing…” The nurse laughed, my husband did too! But for all my clarity, I can remember the feeling of lack of privacy, as people came in and out of the room. I think I must have blanked for a while after that, because I don’t really remember much after that. While I wasn’t unconscious, I think the wonderful medications made me forget a lot of the rest of the night.

I remember holding her, in our cozy room afterwards. There was a snowstorm, and many of the nurses had stayed over, unable to get home. I remember not being afraid to be alone with the baby, like I was with our first born, when my husband left to get the big sister and bring her to the hospital. The birth of the second child was more calm, less stressful, more familiar, and comforting experience. I remember feeling like “I can do this”.
As I said, we were blessed, and had everything go right. I am grateful for that ever single day. baby-child-newborn-arms-47219-mediumWhat you, and I may not expect is the shift in the universe after you become a parent. Things will change in importance to you. Your priorities will be different, because your viewpoint will have changed. This is neither a good or bad thing, it’s just different. You will feel extremes of emotion, joy and fear, because there is someone you love more than yourself. I remember feeling about a hundred times more attached and committed to my husband, realizing that forever more we would be tied to this other person. Our union was not just about us anymore, but we had become parents, equal in the eyes of our daughter. Later, feelings of having passed something of myself on to the world occurred to me. I started thinking about how I would be remembered, now that there was someone to remember me. There was clearly another shift going on, for the grandparents, aunts and uncles. As an only child, I was used to being the center of attention, even as an adult. Well what a rude awakening! Those babies were now the stars of the show, and I was just there to play my supporting role. When it comes down to it. That really is the role of a parent. To be the support, by nourishing another person, by teaching them and leading them down their path. That is the sacrifice of being a parent too. When you have to choose who’s path, who’s needs are to be served, you choose them, not yourself.
My uncle (who is like a father to me) never had kids of his own. He loves me like crazy, and loves my first daughter even more. I remember his disconcerted worry when I was expecting my second child. Since I am an only child, he couldn’t wrap his brain around what having another “grandchild” would be like. He kept asking me “ But where is the love going to come from? I love her so much, where will the love for this second child come from?” He was very serious. Weeks later, I remember when he first held our younger daughter… he beamed at me…. “I understand now”. Maybe no matter how much you talk about it, or read about it. You just don’t understand it till you feel it.