Thursday, March 6, 2014

Hip Mom Rule #15: Pay attention to warning signs



I was just picking my kids up from their childcare when the fire alarm went off, shattering the otherwise peaceful environment of the building. The first blare of the alarm took us a little by surprise. The second blare startled my youngest. The third blare set them all off, crying and screaming to leave. My 3-year-old had just watched the fire safety video from the library, and I’m sure visions of a burning down building, fire trucks, water hoses, and imminent disaster were racing through his brain faster than he could process the situation. He started to panic and began pulling his younger brother and me toward the door with as much determination as I’ve ever seen him muster.

Meanwhile, well-intentioned adults came over to try to console him. “Don’t worry, kiddo,” they said. “It’s just a fire alarm.” As I hustled to get out the door to pacify my son and, to be honest, to get away from the annoying blare of the alarm, I pondered what had just been said. Just a fire alarm. No worries here. Fire alarms just warn us when there is a fire. A FIRE!

Okay, granted, it was just an alarm. There was no fire, and no permanent harm was done. But there was harm in teaching my children that the warning should be ignored.

As a hip and informed mom, I know there are warning signs everywhere, and it is hard to know when to heed them and when to let time resolve the situation. Surely, a hip mom doesn’t have time to take every breaking news story about the dangers of your carseat/dish soap/bubble bath/cosmetics/car model, etc. seriously. Who wants to be the mom that the hospital receptionist knows by name because you run your kids in to the doctor at every sniffle? And you cannot live in constant fear of the worst possible outcome and still be a calm, collected, hip mom.

Still, warning signs exist for a reason – some danger is lurking that could endanger you or your family. The trick is to learn which warning signs are real and which ones you can ignore. More importantly, a hip mom will discern which warning signs she wants her kids to take seriously, knowing full well that they are paying close attention to her every move. Personally, I want my kids to understand that a fire alarm means to get out of the building, even if it means leaving their coolest, favorite jacket behind. They can always go back and get it later. I might not always be able to go back and get them later.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Hip Mom Rule #14: Be on Time



Invariably, it happens as you’re walking out the door without a minute to spare. You reach down to zip up your toddler’s jacket and are immediately overcome by the unmistakable aroma of a fresh, full, poopy diaper, that has, of course, exploded out the back of the diaper and up the clean shirt you just put on him. No problem. You get the diaper changed, zip up the jacket, and finally head out the door, a little late. But wait; it’s time to feed the baby. No, the baby will not wait. She needs to be fed RIGHT NOW!! Resigned to the fact that you will be very late, you unzip the toddler’s jacket and sit down to pacify the baby with a quick snack.

Yes, this happens. Especially when you have an infant on hand. You never know what the next crisis will be, but you can bet that the minute you need to get out the door, a crisis will hit. And soon enough, you resign yourself to being chronically late.

New moms are given a lot of leeway in the timeliness department because veteran moms know that while you may have been able to get yourself out of bed and out the door in under forty-five minutes before you had children, there is no way you can do it with children. And it takes a long time for parents to realize that they need to add time to their routine for the mishaps that are guaranteed to happen.

I learned this lesson the hard way – as the victim of a chronically late friend. We would schedule a time to meet. I would scurry around, getting the diapers changed, feeding the baby, combing my hair, tossing on a hip (yet casual) outfit while throwing together a diaper bag, all in a mad dash to get out the door so I could be at the designated place at the designated time. Inevitably, I would show up on time and my friend would show up anywhere from 20 minutes to an hour later, always lamenting about how hard it is to get two kids out the door. I really like my friend, but being a hip mom with a busy schedule, I don’t have time to always wait and wait (and worry that something bad has happened), so eventually I stopped making plans to get together with her.

It is easy to blame our children for our inability to be on time, but truthfully, being on time is a matter of planning and foresight. And it’s important. If it takes you half an hour to get yourself ready to get out the door, plan on starting an hour early, because now you have more than just yourself to worry about. If a true disaster occurs, deal with it and call your friend to let them know you’ll be late. It isn’t easy, and you won’t always be on time, but a hip mom will make the effort.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Hip Mom Rule 13: No kids' menu means no kids



My husband and I rarely go out to nice restaurants, mostly because after we’ve paid a babysitter we don’t have much change left for a nice meal. Still, once or twice a year we find ourselves in the enviable position of dressing up in our “needs to be ironed” clothing heading out for an expensive meal at a posh restaurant.

After several months of considering Taco Johns our night out, my husband and I decided that we had earned a nicer evening out without the kids. I put on my trendiest black dress. My husband put on his suit, and I took great pleasure in straightening his tie. We looked good. The babysitter was right on time. The boys, always amenable to playing with the babysitter, waved goodbye and we were on our way to spend our fancy dime.

We arrived at the restaurant at 7:45 p.m., just in time to enjoy a glass of wine before we were seated for our 8:00 reservation – at the table next to the ONLY table in the restaurant with children – a 3 year-old and an infant. The parents scolded, the children cried, food flew across their table and landed near my feet. The wait staff became irritated, and for many of us, the romantic ambiance of the restaurant was ruined. When our $125 bill finally arrived, we were annoyed and disappointed.

Now understand, there is nothing wrong with parents taking their children out to eat to teach them good manners. I appreciate parents who bring their children to a hip restaurant for a six o’clock reservation. But if the restaurant doesn’t have a children’s menu, it is a strong indication that children are not welcome, especially for an 8 o’clock dinner.

You love your children and understandably expect everyone to find them adorable, but a hip mom knows that there are just some places where children should not go. If the restaurant offers a kid’s menu, crayons and balloons, by all means, go and enjoy your meal and fear not the wrath of nearby patrons when your child throws a fit. If, however, the prices exceed the cost of your regular babysitter and macaroni and cheese is not on the menu, a hip mom will think twice before subjecting those dining strangers to the pleasure of banqueting with her children.


Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Teaching our children to survive in the world

The insanity crept up on us slowly; we just wanted what was best for our kids. We bought macrobiotic cupcakes and hypoallergenic socks, hired tutors to correct a 5-year-old's "pencil-holding deficiency," hooked up broadband connections in the treehouse but took down the swing set after the second skinned knee. We hovered over every school, playground and practice field — "helicopter parents," teachers christened us, a phenomenon that spread to parents of all ages, races and regions. Stores began marketing stove-knob covers and "Kinderkords" (also known as leashes; they allow "three full feet of freedom for both you and your child") and Baby Kneepads (as if babies don't come prepadded). The mayor of a Connecticut town agreed to chop down three hickory trees on one block after a woman worried that a stray nut might drop into her new swimming pool, where her nut-allergic grandson occasionally swam. A Texas school required parents wanting to help with the second-grade holiday party to have a background check first. Schools auctioned off the right to cut the carpool line and drop a child directly in front of the building — a spot that in other settings is known as handicapped parking. (from “The Growing Backlash Against Overprotective Parenting” http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1940697,00.html#ixzz1aOjyrOfQ

Free range parenting/simplicity parenting/choose your title, believes that Less is more; hovering is dangerous; failure is fruitful. You really want your children to succeed? Learn when to leave them alone. When you lighten up, they'll fly higher. We're often the ones who hold them down. It’s a parenting style that believes that our children must learn to self sooth within the safety of our homes. They must learn to cope with failure when the stakes are low so that when they fail with high stakes, it doesn’t crumble them. They need to learn to solve problems, overcome obstacles, and learn to determine the difference between what is harmful and what is safe.

I have worked with college students in the classroom for about 13 years. I have seen firsthand the consequences of what we jokingly call helicopter parenting. I have witnessed how our children have shifted from self-reliant freshmen to young adults who lack self-soothing skills, coping skills, critical thinking skills, analytical skills, and who are ruled by fear (or in some cases, don’t believe in danger).

For many, helicopter parenting, or over-protective parenting emerged from a new sense of fear that began to reign in the media and parenting books in the mid-90’s. In the most recent decade, crime went down, yet parents stopped letting kids out of their sight; the percentage of kids walking or biking to school dropped from 41% in 1969 to 13% in 2001. Death by injury has dropped more than 50% since 1980, yet parents lobbied to take the jungle gyms out of playgrounds, and strollers suddenly needed the warning label "Remove Child Before Folding." Among 6-to-8-year-olds, free playtime dropped 25% from 1981 to '97, and homework more than doubled.” Our overall test scores are down, obesity is up, and the rate of depression among youth is the highest it has ever been.

There are so many places where we as mothers are controlled by our fear, and as I was putting this talk together, I thought long and hard about which direction to go with this. You see, I am a Free-Range parent. I believe that children are capable of great things, much greater things than our current society gives them credit for. I believe that our children are rational, they are divinely created, and it is my role as a mom to teach them and guide rather than clear all obstacles and dangers so they never encounter them (because the truth of the matter is, they are going to encounter those things. The question is, will they have the skills to survive?). But in order to be able to parent from this perspective, I have to constantly battle away the images of children dying in horrific accidents and I have to battle the disapproval of highly overprotective parents.

I do not intend to make anyone feel silly for any of the child-protection strategies you currently use, but I do want to encourage you to consider what you’re protecting your child from and to find comfort in knowing that God is control and he has exhorted us to not worry, but to parent in love and wisdom.

Isaiah 41:10 encourages us, “Do not fear, for I am with you; Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, Surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.” Often we fear the future and what will become of us. We fear for our children and work hard to protect them from disappointment and from danger. “Do not fear” says the Lord.

And yet, “Everyone is exhorting us to watch out, take care, and plan for the very worst-case scenario” (9). “Where did all this fear come from? Take your pick: The fact that we’re all working so hard that we don’t know our neighbors. The fact that the marketplace is brimming with products to keep our kids ‘safe’ from things we never used to worry about – like parks, learning to crawl, learning to walk, putting things in their mouths.

As parents, we are acutely aware of the dangers that face our children, but most people don't realize that crime rates in the US were on the rise during the 1970s and '80s and peaked in 1993. Since then crime has declined by 50 percent. Overall crime has declined in the US, but 24-hour news cycles can create the appearance that crime is everywhere all the time, a point that freerange parents make when encouraging parents not to become paranoid about their children in the world.

The media perpetuates the tragic images of children dying and brings them into my living room, making me believe that my child is one misstep away from being the child featured on the next edition of Breakings News at 5. The media coverage makes it seem like the problem is bigger than it is. And then when a tragic things does happen to a child (and I’m talking a one in a million kind of thing), the first thing people ask is, where was the mother? The truth of the matter is simply this: bad things happen. When we are dealing with a statistical possibility of .00007, it was just meant to be.

We live four blocks from school. I have been walking my boys to school for the last four years, and this year started out no differently. The difference this year though, with a 3rd grader and 1st grader, was that they would run on ahead of me, and I sort of just trailed behind them. So, I decided it was probably time to let them start walking to school on their own. They have to cross three roads, one of which is the block on the school with a designated crosswalk. Now, we’ve been working on crossing the roads safely for four years, and I fully trust my boys to stop, look both ways, and then proceed with caution. But I was on pins and needles the first time I let them go alone. Later that morning, a friend called me to see how it went. She asked how I couldn’t be worried that they were abducted and halfway on their way to Missouri. I laughed. First of all, I said, the statistical probability of their being abducted is almost zero, and besides, the school secretary calls by 8:30 if I haven’t called in their absence and they haven’t shown up yet. Besides, I went on, I am far more concerned that a distracted and hurried parent driving their kid to school is going to run over them in the crosswalk, which if far more likely than an abduction.

“Well, of course you would let your kids do that. You’re quite a bit less cautious than I am.” She responded. But she is wrong, of course. I think about my children’s safety all the time. I never intentionally put my kids into harms’ way. Ever. But as they have gotten older, I have let them stretch their bounds a bit because I know I can trust them. I have spent their entire childhood teaching them to listen to their intuition and to make good decisions. So, I wait to see what they’ll do. See how they’ll react to a new situation.

In the early years of childrearing, I baby proofed the things in my home that I truly felt were safety hazards – I put outlet covers in the outlets and moved the hazardous cleaning supplies etc. to a high cupboard. But there were a slew of “baby-proofing suggestions” that I choose to not do. Instead I worked hard early on to teach them what is okay and what is not. My mantra, “they’ll only do it once” has horrified many a visitor to my house. Playdates are a nightmare b/c I have more rules than babyproofing strategies in place. But rules are designed to be my babyproofing strategy. I am teaching my children to trust me (if I say it will hurt, it will hurt!) and to obey me when I say “no.” I don’t have things to slow the shutting of the cupboard doors or to keep fingers from getting pinched in the doors. But the truth of the matter is that I would rather they learn that it hurts to shut the door on their fingers at home on a door that weighs very little rather than learn it on the doors at the library where it will actually cause damage instead of just a sting. I want them to learn to avoid walking into the corners of furniture at home, so that when they are in a place of sharp corners and dangerous edges, they already know that it doesn’t feel good to run into those things. We learn a lot of things by cause and effect, trial and error. By removing this experience from our children when they are small and capable of bouncing back easily, we inadvertently increase the odds of their getting really hurt when they are less flexible.

Freerange parents are not daredevils. We believe in life jackets and bike helmets and air bags. But we also believe in independence. Cultivating independence is central to free-range parents, rather than cultivating parent-assisted independence, which according to Skenazy—author of Free-Range Kids, doesn't give the child the satisfaction of truly realizing that she can do something on her own.

Children in 1997 played less and had less overall unsupervised free time than they did 16 years earlier. According to the American Journal of Free Play, author and psychologist Peter Gray, today's kids are missing out on opportunities to be physically active, tap into their creativity, gain social skills, manage risk, regulate their emotions and become self-reliant. If mom swoops in every time a playmate steals away a toy, the child fails to learn coping skills, negotiating skills, and most importantly, to just get over it!

Play time gives kids the opportunity to work on social skills, much of which require the ability to handle disputes. Research demonstrates that play stimulates the genes that govern nerve growth in the frontal cortex, the executive portion of the brain, allowing kids to mature in their ability to govern their emotions and behavior.

Age-appropriate independence allows a parent to define boundaries for his or her child and set guidelines.

Freerange parenting is about teaching your kids to be self-reliant and teaching them common sense so they can make good decisions. Consider the topic of stranger danger. Are you afraid your child will be abducted, murdered, sexually abused? Do you worry about this in Target, at the library, at the park? Did you know that the odds of your child being abducted and murdered by a stranger are a consistent 1 in 1.5 million, which comes out to a statistical chance of about .00007? Some 80% of kids who are molested are victims of friends or relatives? Most of the kids whose pictures hang on the “Missing” bulletin boards were kidnapped by a family member, close friend, or are runaways? What would you want your child to do if you were at a park and he had fallen off the swings and was bleeding and a nearby mom had rushed over to help your son? You had taken the youngest to the bathroom, so you missed the whole thing. Does your son trust the stranger to help him or does he assume that the stranger with the bandaid is simply hoping to lure him away to the nearby Honda Odyssey to sell him for bread money? It sounds a bit ludicrous, I know, but when we teach our children to avoid all strangers, we are teaching them that strangers cannot help them. Find an adult with a badge to help. Okay, how does that work at the park? Instead teach your children common sense. Mom with kids at park? Good stranger for help. Man sitting alone with small dog at edge of park? Maybe not the best first choice. Teach your children to be polite to strangers, to be kind to others, and to know what a “bad” stranger looks like. Get in a car with a stranger? Never. Say hi when they say hi as you’re passing by? Yes. That is training your children to be decent human beings. Don’t prevent your kids from going to the park because you are afraid they will get hurt or encounter strangers.

I am a free range parent. It doesn’t mean I don’t worry about my kids safety. If you knew me well, you would know that I actually have a lot of anxiety, especially when it comes to the health and well-being of my family. But I am constantly reminded that we are children of God, and we are not to let fear rule us, our lives, or our parenting styles. 2 Timothy 1:7: “For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind” (NKJV). A spirit of fearfulness and timidity does not come from God. “There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love” (1 John 4:18). No one is perfect, and God knows this. We aren’t perfect parents, and we will sometimes prevent our children from learning important things because we are too afraid to let them try. But we must remind ourselves that it isn’t our role to protect our children from everything, but rather to teach them how to live safely in the world. We don’t want them to be afraid. We want them to be bold and courageous. And if you’ve ever read any parenting manual, you will find that most of them agree that modeling acceptable behavior is one of the most successful parenting techniques there is. And most of know by now that our children don’t just pick up the good behaviors we model. If we are afraid of everything, chances are that they will be, too.

Jump back to my current class of college freshmen: I often have the opportunity to pick my students’ brains on things that I can’t find good research on. For example – I ran across an article about Yosemite National Park that stated that the number of preventable deaths was at an all-time high, and the deaths were mostly in the early 20-something age bracket. So I asked my class why they thought this was happening. Their response both surprised me and gave me some keen insight. They said that they have grown up in a world where everything is dangerous. There are danger signs on everything from pencils (obviously not dangerous) to stickers, to matches and gas cans. They said that their generation is immune in a way to warning signs b/c they see them everywhere, on everything, including things that just obviously aren’t dangerous. So, either they don’t acknowledge the warning signs anymore or they don’t know how to rank the level of danger. If everything is dangerous, then nothing is dangerous. And that, my friend, is the greatest danger of all.

So be encouraged. God has gifted you with children, and he gave you common sense to use every day to parent your kids.

For further reading, please read Free-Range Kids by Lenore Skenazy

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Hip Mom Rule #12: Don't forget to date

When my husband and I met in our mid-twenties, I was living in an artsy neighborhood in downtown Minneapolis. He and I both worked full-time during the day, but we spent every manageable minute outside of work together. We rollerbladed, we ran, and we enjoyed deep philosophical conversations in lowly-lit coffeehouses. We sipped wine at wine bars. We often saw two matinees a week. We were always on the go, reveling in each other’s company.

When we decided to get married and then eventually to have children, we had this wonderfully romantic idea that even though our life was about to change radically, we would still find time to go on a date every two weeks. We bragged to our other married friends that we would still date, no matter what, ignoring their quietly pessimistic “I hope it works for you.”

After the first baby, it wasn’t too difficult. We had a plethora of free babysitters, and we took full advantage. Every two weeks we went out for coffee together or to dinner with friends. We still ran, still rollerbladed, and still sipped wine in hip wine bars. We bragged to our naysayers that against all odds, we were still dating.

Little did we know. . . things were about to change. We had a second baby and eventually a third, and poof. Date night – gone. Time to connect with each other – gone. It seemed our friends had been right. It was too hard to be hip parents and hip partners at the same time. Our relationship had taken a backseat to our kids.

Ultimately, we decided to challenge the notion, and worked to creatively reintroduce dating to our life. We created “Burnsie Café” which only opens after the children go to bed. I often light tea lights, incense, turn on some hip jazz music, and brew strong coffee. Then my husband and I sit down at our kitchen table and recreate many of our dates from coffeehouses past. We bought bikes for the kids and began rollerblading and running together again. Perhaps it isn’t quite the same as a carefree run along the lake, but the children are occupied (and using up some of their energy), and we are again doing many of the things we love to do together.

We now understand that an exclusive date every two weeks no longer fits into our life, but dating is necessary to a healthy relationship. So occasionally, we get a real babysitter, and we leave the kids. We brush up on things to talk about, and then we go out on a date. But because we’ve been reconnecting at Burnsie Café, it’s not like two strangers on their first date anymore.

And the LORD God said, "It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a companion who will help him. This explains why a man leaves his father and mother and is joined to his wife, and the two are united into one.” Genesis 2: 18, 24