The Skin I’m In

I have been working with a Health Coach for the past 6 months.  And while I was hoping I would have dropped a bunch of weight (totally didn’t), I could not be happier and more content with the experience.  This past 6-months was not about me losing weight, it was about me finding the love for myself.  It was about me finding the love and acceptance for myself.

I always was able to “lie” to myself in the past that I was “happy” with who I was, etc.  But it never worked.  I never really bought into it.  For awhile I just hoped that if I said it enough I would actually believe it.  Just so you know–that doesn’t actually work.  Just saying.

So, I can final say that after 5 months (still have one month left) that I have finally gotten it.  I love myself and know that I deserve the best.  During one of our sessions, she as a question and the answer was “I am fabulous.”  I said it tentatively, but at that moment, I actually felt it.

I think too often we are waiting for the “perfect” us to be present before we truly love ourselves.  So often we focus on what we are doing wrong, or what is wrong with us–“I’m too fat”, “I don’t exercise enough”.  That somehow everything will be better once that one thing changes.  But this whole process has taught me that I have to love me now.  That who I am right now is enough.

The other thing that I have learned is that acceptance is just that–being brave enough to accept who you are every day.  To love yourself everyday–even if you aren’t exactly who/what  you pictured.  To own your fabulousness and wear it with pride.  Erin did that recently in NY at BlogHer and it just reminded me that we are all fabulous.

I love myself and because of that, I am going to do what is good for me.  This small mind switch has freed me to make the choices that are good for me.  It has allowed me to own who I am.

 

The Joker (Even On Accident)

Zoë is the life of the party.  She is an tornado of pure joy and energy.  She talks non-stop at about a mile a minute making it hard to understand even the words she can say clearly.  She is at the stage where she knows what she wants to say–it just doesn’t always come out right–Hokapontas for example as opposed to Pocahontas.

Today we got on the highway after leaving camp and Zoë asked if we were close to the pool.

“No, we are on a different high way.”

“Oh cuz I just saw a caprisun and thought we were by the pool.”

“You saw a caprisun?”  I giggled–meanwhile Noah is laughing hysterically.

“Yeah a caprisun–where the police are.”

“You mean a police station.”  I said trying not to laugh–but seriously??? Too cute.

“Okay fine a police station.”

How did I ever get so lucky to have this amazingly beautiful, funny and joyous be mine?  Oh wait…it isn’t all bunnies and rainbows.  I did come home one day to find her painted on her arms and hands with fingernail polish and was greeted with a tear filled “I DIDN’T KNOW” when I questioned whether she should have done that.

Joys of parenting the spirited.

If Only There Was A Manual

I know that the idea of a parenting manual is asinine as every kid is different.  But, I could certainly use one now.

Noah, our first, is an amazing kid.  He is so sensitive and full of life and love.  But he is also impulsive (at times) and easily frustrated.  He takes everything personally and this sometimes causes him to lash-out.  He hates to get in trouble.  Even more, he hates to be told he did something wrong.

As I write this, I realize I need to tell him more what he is doing right.  I will, without a fight, take responsibility for my child and their actions.

I could beat myself up with the questions:
What have I done to enable/encourage this behavior?
What has my husband done?

But I won’t.  As I lay awake in bed at 3:30 this morning, wondering what I had done wrong (I know a bit melodramatic–it’s not like my 6-year-old did anything that  horrible–he threw a toy at the neighbor girl and then hit the babysitter when she scolded him and went for a bike ride without telling her–causing her to panic a bit–yes, all serious infractions).  He is an angel at school, takes his consequences without so much as a eye-roll and is respectful to all authority figures.

This was the first time, he has acted like this with anyone who wasn’t his parents or his grandparents.  I have been trying to figure out how to leverage punishments as opposed to consequences.  I did a lot of early morning reading on my iPad as I pondered all my parenting wrongs.  I certainly need more than a few early morning sleepless hours for that.

My first instinct when I heard what he had done was to punish him but taking away TV, and making him stay in his room for the rest of the week/weekend.  But then I read something that really spoke to me and to the style of discipline that is used at the kids school.  That if I send him to his room for a weekend and take away TV, all I am teaching him to do is “do time.”  This made sense to me.  What I discovered might work (again, every kid is different) is a consequence that is task-based and not necessarily time-based.

So, I thought about what he had done and decided what the punishment consequence would be.  He would no longer be able to play with the neighbors when they have a babysitter (the dynamic of my two kids and there two kids can  be good–but it can also be bad–there is a lot of competition to be Alpha).  He would not be allowed to play with his swords when he has friends over. And he would not be able to play at all until he wrote a letter of apology to both the neighbor girl and the babysitter.

He fought it, and at first didn’t want to talk about it and spend some time in his room thinking about it and being mad at me (really being mad at himself).  He talked about not wanting to listen to teenagers, etc.  The sitter had told him he was being bad one day (he was messing with his sister) and Noah didn’t like that and it just all boiled up.  I made it clear that his babysitter is the BOSS when they are here and that hitting is never okay and isn’t going to tolerated anymore.  He doesn’t hit hard–it’s more of a symbolic gesture (he isn’t doing it to cause physical harm–but that isn’t the point).

He asked to write the letters this morning and we did.

I don’t know if this consequence will have an impact or not, but I do think it really got him thinking about what he did (more than being sent to him room would have) as he had to articulate what he did and how he felt.

Parenting is really just a crap shoot and I don’t know what i could have done differently, if anything, but we just have to keep trying and doing what we think is right.  Everyday I am a parent, makes me realize that attempting to judge any parent for what you see a kid doing at one particular moment is wrong and not helpful.  Maybe that is the only thing the parenting handbook needs to say.

Beware of the Goose

There is something amazing about the age 4.  The things that come out of their mouths is often priceless and sadly, I have been so busy with work and the kids, I haven’t had the chance to document many of them.

We were driving home on Sunday from my dad’s house and Zoë says so innocently:

“I know what a haunted house is?”

“Really?” I ask–she currently has always known everything.

“Yep.”

“Well, what is a haunted house?”

“A house no one lives in and we have one by our house.”

“We do?”  I ask knowing full well what house she is talking about.  We have a vacant house on our little block–while they get it ready to sell.

“The one by Madeline and Nora’s.”

“Zoë, a haunted house is not an empty house.  A haunted house is a house where ghosts live.”

“Oh.  I think that one is a haunted.”

“Really, why?”

“I think I saw a goose in there…or maybe a duck.”

So, beware of the goose’s ghost 🙂

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Last night we were driving home for a long night of activities for Noah and Zoë provided more entertainment.

“Mom, remember at Christmas eve when we were driving home and we were looking in the sky for Rudo.”

“Rudo?”

“The reindeer with the red nose.”

Noah started laughing and I tried not to–because she is 4 and only his close friends get to call him Rudo.

“That is Rudolf honey.”

“Oh.”

Then she started to sing–after Noah and I argued for 3 minutes on the correct pronunciation of “rudolf”

I say Rudolf and Noah said Rudoff.

 

Delusions of Non-culpability

“An act of God.”

Those are the words that actually came out of George Zimmerman’s mouth.  The death of Trayvon Martin was an “act of God.”  He says he’s sorry that Trayvon’s parents had to bury their child, but has no regrets–well because it was an “act of God.”

I keep saying thinking that it will either make sense or I’ll actually wake up.

I don’t understand how someone who was the catalyst for a situation can claim it was an “act of God.”  I don’t think lightening struck a tree that fell on Zimmerman that knocked his arm and caused him to accidentally pull the trigger.

He was told not to pursue Martin and he did.  He was told not to get out of his car.  He was told that the police didn’t need him to do that.  But he did.  Did God speak to him to get out of the car and carry out his own “old testament” version of justice?

I don’t think so.  To have the audacity to go on TV (not that Hannity is really quality TV) and proclaim the shooting of Trayvon Martin was an “act of God” epitomizes so much of what is wrong in this country.

Regardless of any other fact:

Zimmerman pursued someone after being told not to.
Zimmerman got out of his car after police told him not to.
Zimmerman pulled out a gun and pulled the trigger.
ZIMMERMAN PULLED OUT A GUN AND PULLED THE TRIGGER.

That is not an “act of God.”  That is an act of criminality.  There is a difference.