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Having a conversation with myself 50 years ago (part 1)

I began writing a journal at 11 years old. I know this because I have proof. Not only is my handwriting adorable, I am charmed that I wanted to have a conversation with my “old” mom self to remind me of what it was like to be 11 years old, 50 years ago today.

I also find it adorable that my very next thought was about my future husband – who is was and where he lived. Little did I know that in a few months, he would be moving from Hawaii to live in my same town and see me at church at the drinking fountain. This 11-year-old boy would know in that moment that I would someday be his wife. So he more than wondered about his future wife. He knew it would be me.

These looseleaf notebook papers are quite precious to me now but since they are written in pencil and deteriorating, I thought I’d pull out quotes to preserve them and report back to my 11-year-old self. I had some pretty strong opinions and told myself a thing or two about what I should do as a mom! Not all my ideas were practical but I admire how determined I was.

So here goes. I’ll insert quotes and then have a conversation with myself 50 years ago.

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The Pre-Teen Swimming Suit Angst

It’s spring vacation this week and we’re going to the coast. We shopped around for a swimming suit today because the one we ordered I didn’t like. Mom and dad did, of course, they like anything that’s dumb sometimes. It had tank top shoulder straps and was one piece and looked stupid. This is what mom and dad always do in a case like this. It’s two more days until time to leave and mom says, “You will just have to wear the one we ordered because we don’t have enough time to shop for one. I’ve been looking for swimming suits for months and haven’t found one and I doubt you will find one today” (Dad was going downtown and I wanted to go with him to look). So I finally got to go with him and we looked at all the good stores that had swimming suits (three) except one of them which was Fred Meyer. But before we got there, we (dad and I) sat down in the car and he says, “Mom has looked at Fred Meyer lots of times and there wasn’t any there so we think the one you have now is good material, will last a long time, looks modest, and makes you look older. The two choices you have is to wear the one you have or don’t go swimming.” Now here comes the good part. Dad says, “Mom would have a bad trip if I didn’t go swimming” and knowing mom and dad, I’d get into lots of trouble if I don’t go swimming since they paid for the nice hotel. He says I have two choices when I really have one. That’s to wear that retarded swimming suit. But dad said if it would make me feel better, we could go to Fred Meyer. I found a cute swimming suit. I don’t want to be like that when I grow up.

First, can I just say “kudos” to my dad for taking me downtown to shop after my mom had exhausted her resources. He had better things to do than drive around an angsty, grumpy, pre-teen in a small town with very limited retail options. I am embarrassed at how harsh I was on my parents and opinionated I was on nearly every topic. It’s true, dad really only gave me one viable choice with a guilt trip served on the side, but I can’t think of much I’d do differently with such limited options and short deadline. It must have been exhausting to raise finicky me. The fact is, dad did take me to that last store and we did find an acceptable swimming suit and he did buy it for his very undeserving daughter. He kept his patience in this frustrating situation. He could have turned around and gone home with me sulking in the backseat.

So to 11-year-old me: I’m sorry. I was probably “that” parent too. I sure hope so. To my dad: I’m even sorrier. You gave me more than I deserved.

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Food, Glorious, Food

I always say things like when I grow up, I’ll have better lunches than we have now. When I wake up and try to find a civilized breakfast, nothing is there. Mom always says, “I’ll love to come and visit you when you have a family because you’ll be living like rich people, but I hope you marry for love.” Really, I do want to change a lot of things when I grow up. I’ll write as much as I can think of. When I grow up, I can see how much it compares.
To start out, FOOD…definitely better breakfasts. I hardly have any now. Bacon, eggs, sausages. And for cold cereal (I don’t know if these will be on the market when I’m older): Trix, Fruit Loops, anything with sweet things in it. Mom always says she doesn’t buy cereal like that because it isn’t good for us and costs too much. But I hope I have enough money from what my husband earns to buy things like that. At least I want breakfasts with bacon, eggs, toast, sausages, oranges and pancakes, juice, WHOLE milk, no powdered milk. I despise powdered milk. I also love frozen grape juice but mom says that costs too much too. I want these things too: Pop-Tarts (in case they don’t have them in the future they are sorta triangular things with icing on top with blueberry, cherry, or strawberry filling). And anything from Hostess. Good things like that.

I can hardly type this out without falling down laughing. Where do I begin with a reasonable reply to my 11-year-old self? How wise my mom was to respond to my irascible temperament with a smile and even response of “I look forward to coming to your house when you are a mom.” She knew how volatile were my opinions and it wasn’t worth engaging in an argument. She took the higher road. And to be fair: I have no idea what I was talking about having no “civilized” food in the house for breakfast. I make it sound like we were raised by wolves. Let me assure you, we were not. What a Drama Queen I was!

Now did I do what I felt so passionately about when I became a mom? How does it compare?

Well, I did buy cold cereal, but my own children can attest that it rarely involved the sugary kind. Sorry, no Trix or Fruit Loops on the regular shopping list. We sometimes had pancakes, eggs, sausage, and juice, but those are Saturday or Sunday morning special times. We didn’t have whole milk but we didn’t have powdered milk, either. Somewhere in between. I rarely bought anything from Hostess and can count on one hand the number of times I bought Pop-Tarts (yes, we still have those villainously diabetes-inducing things 50 years later). Pretty much I’m on par with my mom. And proud of it. In fact, just a few years ago, I wrote this poem:

In Praise of the Pop Tart

I remember cursing my mother

for serving oatmeal and stale toast

for breakfast. A small tsunami

in the blender of powdered milk

to wash it down.

When I’m a mom, I’ll buy Pop Tarts

to show my kids how much I love them.

Breakfast wrapped silver cellophane

just like the Jetsons on TV.

Two rectangles to a bag, a bonus of indulgence.

Icing on top. Jam inside. Oh, you were

rosy cheeked and freshly painted

with sprinkles masquerading as nutrition.

It’s not like the toaster didn’t know

how to open its sweet tooth

and heat my desires. I’ll fit in, then.

One for now, one for lunch so

friends will drip with envy.  How much

I still want that—the fake, the bangled

evidence of belonging.  A little heat

in my hand. The red crisp lips

curled in a knowing smile.

Yes, I could indulge my secret belief in you. 

So it goes from mother to child,

our blood thickened with

tinseled desires packaged for resale.

I could tell you this, today, as I stir

lumps out of oatmeal on the stove,

if you wish to unwrap happiness

before school, but it would

crumble like false friends,

turn to ash in your mouth.

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For Love or Money?

I wish I will marry someone rich so I don’t have to worry about my problems. But like whenever I get into a discussion with mom about what I want when I grow up, she always ends up saying a lecture about “marry for love and not for money.” I WILL mom, unless I’m really crazy when I’m older. Marriage is the most important thing in my life. It decides what I will be doing for the rest of my life. It decides how I will raise my kids, how my house will be like, who I will be spending the rest of my life with. It will decide a lot of things. I want to get a great big house with big rooms and lots of rich furniture in it. But there is one problem: I HATE to clean. Another thing I have to figure out is that I don’t want to spoil my children and give them neat stuff but want them to be grateful, kind, sweet little angels.

To myself 50 years ago: I found the right balance and made the best decisions. I don’t own a big house with big rooms and lots of rich furniture. It’s easier to clean and I don’t stress about keeping up with all the nicest, most expensive designs. I can assure my 11-year-old self that I wasn’t crazy when I became older. I didn’t spoil my children and they are the most kind, sweet little angels. Most importantly, I did marry for love. He’s the love of my life. I am the richest woman in the world.

What does “Good Job” mean anyway?

Handing out praise like “Good job!” is easy and quick and a feel-good moment. But what does that statement really mean when said to a child?

The effort was good?

The outcome was good?

They are a good kid?

Does doing good equate with being good? To a child, they may internalize that they are only good when they out-perform others or reach an unrealistic standard set by the adult. That’s a sad, conditional type of acceptance.

Praise is using a value judgement or what we think of the child, not what the child is thinking of himself. “I’m so proud of you. Way to go!” is focusing on the adult’s feelings, how they esteem the child, not how he esteems himself. It removes the opportunity for the child to assess his or her own worth and effort. 

It’s not a bad thing to use praise sparingly, and in the right moment, but better yet, parents can use both praise and self reflection to reinforce self concept through external and internal reward systems. With really young children, we use praise almost exclusively because the toddler needs immediate reinforcement and feedback. For example, when learning to walk, we praise each step and encourage getting back up after a fall. We are the mirror to child’s world. 

Being a Mirror vs. Self Reflection

As children grow, however, parents need to step back and use praise, encouragement, and self-reflection. Especially as children become pre-teens and teens, intrinsic motivation becomes important since they will be making decisions on their own, away from their parents most of the time. Encouragement uses self reflection. Rather than a being the mirror (in early parenting), the parent holds up the mirror for the older child to look in and reflect in words and feelings what they see and how they feel. 

If your child comes to you with school grades, parents will often praise, “Wow, all A’s. Good job” without taking the time to ask the child how he or she feels about the grades, or more importantly, the effort they put into earning the grades. An encouraging parent will stop and ask instead, “Look at these grades. How do you feel about them?” Kids may have worked super hard for some B’s and need to acknowledge for themselves that they are really proud. 

Encouragement means we take the time to notice the effort along the way rather than only waiting until the end to give high fives. It’s much more involved parenting and helping the child to recognize her or his worth that is independent from us.

So is praise bad?

No! Just consider the added dimension of encouragement in building self esteem and internal motivation. Encouragement has lasting value because it is sourced from within. It’s authentic and individual. It causes parents to stop more often to notice the good progress and character traits like determination and team work. Not everyone can kick the winning soccer goal or be voted Student Body President, or gets all A’s. But everyone has capacity to build character traits that endure after the applause ends. So point out along the way what you see your child doing such as having good sportsmanship or determination. And when they are first to cross the finish line, that’s great, too. 

Here is an article to guide a parent into developing their child’s intrinsic worth and internal motivation for doing right.

Breaking Down the Task

Parents often commiserate that asking a child to do a chore is like asking them to assemble an IKEA desk out of the box. They hurl themselves on the floor crying, “I can’t do it!” They put up such a fuss, the parent finally throws their hands in the air, and lets the child win. It’s self preservation for both parent and child. The child gets out of doing the job and the parent doesn’t have to deal with the hurricane of emotions.

In this brief article, it talks about breaking down big tasks in point #5. A messy room can be really overwhelming to a child when he doesn’t know where to start. This could be the reason why a child will have meltdowns when asked to do something. Rather than, “Clean up your room,” explore how to build confidence and resilience by showing them how to eat an “elephant” in small, manageable bites. Start with, “After you have put your dirty clothes in the hamper, let me know.” The parent could even model it by rolling up a clothing item into a ball and shooting it into the laundry basket like basketball. They could tell the child to count how many shots they get in the first time and when they are done, come tell them. The child is intrinsically rewarded by their own work/play. Then, when the clothes are done, they could ask the child what the next step is. If they can’t come up with anything, the parent can direct them to a possible next step (put just the stuffed animals in their container, etc.). The idea is to not let the child “get away” with doing nothing because they are dysregulated, and the parent is frustrated. The child needs opportunities to see smaller steps within a big task. A clean up chart would be a good idea to detail the steps in this case. And after each is completed, the parent can say, “You did it,” give a High Five, or ask for self reflection (intrinsic reward).

“How did you do that?”

“How does it feel to have your room a little cleaner?”

“How about that! Does it feel good inside to know you did something that seemed hard at first?”

Praise is lovely, but fleeting. As your child grows, try to use more internal motivation and self reflection to see themselves as source of power and capability. Good parents know they’ve done their job if they work themselves out of a job by the time their teen or young adult is ready to live on their own. They aren’t needed every day to validate that their child is good…or capable…or resilient. They have learned it for themselves already.

“Lad’s Night”

Parents, is it possible to take your child out on a regular date night? Many parents, some of the busiest I know, make this practice a priority. I did this with my kids on their birthdays, and other special occasions, but I wish I would have done it more often, and on ordinary days too. I truly do. Take it from someone who wishes she could go back and re-do a few parenting decisions.

You don’t need to spend a wad of money doing some fancy thing like mani/pedis or renting a boat. It can be as simple as a walk around the block. Anything to let each child know that for 30 minutes (or more) they are your whole world and you are there to listen and have fun together.

The sweet boy “Jacob” in this photo calls his weekly Friday dates with his dad, “Lad’s night.” In this video he recounts for his mom what they did. Their “man chat” is priceless and apparently, off limits to inquiring minds. It’s a reminder that it’s the small and simple things that light up a child’s eyes. Here’s what they did:

Went on a little walk and “chattin’ the whole entire time” (aka “man chat”)

Got burgers and fries, drove to the airport, and watched planes take off and land while they ate

More “man chat”

Dad got out of the car on their drive home to get a horse off the road (a highlight for this kid)

Watched a movie for 1 hour and ate sweets

Played Minecraft together

Had more “man chat”

So I figure the total cost of this “Lad’s Night” was the price of a burger and fries (and a few sweets while watching the movie at home) but the memories, talking, and connection is priceless. I hope this video inspires you to add a little more man chat in your life.

Teens Say the Darndest Things

Back in the day when the world was only in black and white, there was a 1960s television show called, “Kids say the darndest things.” Ark Linkletter was the host who would interview adorably precocious kids who said all kinds of hilarious things. Bill Cosby revived it later in the 90s. It was based on young kids who didn’t quite get things right and tickled us with their innocent inaccuracies.

Well, I’m here to tell you that kids sometimes never grow up. Teenagers can be just as naive and ridiculously funny (with an emphasis on “ridiculous”). Which can also be scary because these are the same adolescents who are supposedly preparing to launch into adulthood in a few years…or seconds. Some of them will be leaving home and trying to survive in the real-world jungle on their own without being eaten by the realities of navigating ATM machines, grocery carts, or the post office for the first time.

The following are ACTUAL quotes from just-such-Innocents AKA teenagers. I’ll leave it to you to decide if we want these kids to vote, cook our fast-food burgers, procreate, and become mayor some day.

“Do we have a zip code?”

“Do guys have ovaries?”

“Can I use a Christmas stamp to mail something in July?”

(As mom is going through menopause) 13-year-old said, “Yeah, it’s hot out today. I bet you’re really sweating because of your dementia.”

(a text): Happy Mother’s Day. Did you move my charger?

Mom sent her teen to the grocery story with a list. Self check out asked how many cilantro he was buying. He counted each stem and the total came out to $60 for one bunch of cilantro.

Teenager said he couldn’t read the letter from his grandfather because it was in Spanish. Cursive…it was in cursive.

Teenager daughter’s car broke down. She got hysterical “cuz all the emojis came on.”

“Where is the elbow grease?”

Freshman in college was horrified the cafeteria was serving whale. Turned out to be “okra” not “orca.”

Teenager was upset after receiving his first paycheck because they took out some for a FICA guy and he didn’t tell them that they could!

Teen texts mom from Subway: “What do I usually order?”

Son needed mom to order a croissant for his date to the dance (corsage).

Teen asks mom when her social security card expires. Mom says, “When you die.”

Teen was making a delivery and called the customer for the gate code to get into the community. The teen on the other end of the phone said, “hashtag 137”

Teen fills out blood type: “Good.”

Son fills out a job application and asks dad, “Have I ever been convicted of a felony?”

“What time zone am I in?

“How do I make half a sandwich? What am I supposed to do with the other piece of bread?”

13-year-old son went in for an eye exam. The nurse asked him to cover his right eye and read the 6th line. He just stood there. She asked him to go ahead and read the 6th line. Finally, after a few minutes of an awkward silence, the nurse said, “Honey, can’t you see the line?” He replied, “Of course I can see it. I just can’t pronounce that word.”

20-year-old daughter asked her parents who would be her guardian if both her parents died. “Um, you’re an adult. You are you own guardian.”

At the opening for a teenager’s new bank account:

Bank employee: Can I get your social?

Teen: (proceeds to give her IG handle)

“Is euthanasia a country or a continent?”

Mom was waiting for some cancer biopsy test results and her son called to ask, “So what’s the result of your autopsy?”

“What happens when all the miles run out on the car?”

Son forgot his tube of face cleanser and had no idea how to use a bar of soap. “Do I wet it? Do I wet my hands first? Or do I wet my face first? I don’t understand what is happening here.”

From the recent eclipse:

“If I look at the sun too long it will damage my urethra.”

“Can I watch in a t-shirt or do I have to be completely covered?”

“I’ve been staring at the sun all week to get my eyes ready.”

“How many days is it going to be dark for?”

Well, folks. These are the real kids walking around in our neighborhoods with sharp scissors and making decisions behind the wheel of cars. I hope we can do better turning teens into functioning adults. I wouldn’t want to run into one of them in a dark alley without their bottle of face cleanser. Who knows what crazy thing they might do.

Source: the leighton show

A Tale of a Tree

When we bought our house, it came with a beautiful, old cherry tree that had been left over from an orchard. It was a connection to the “good old days” of farming, before suburban sprawl took over. I loved it.

It stood in the middle of our backyard, in front of our big picture window, and was a centerpiece for 20+ years of backyard family activities.

tree

(Emily in 1997)

My children climbed the tree in summers and we checked yearly for the robin who would lay her eggs in the nest perched on the same favorable branch.

nest

A toddler swing gave my 5 children, and other children, hours of delight.The tree was a harbinger of spring with its early pink blossoms and the cherries that grew later in the year were abundant. A wind chime let the tree sing music.

Sadly, the old cherry tree became diseased a few years ago and my husband began hinting that it needed to go. I always resisted because I couldn’t bear to let so many memories get chopped down and disappear. Finally, my new son-in-law picked a Saturday that he and my husband would take it down.

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I couldn’t watch (My daughter took these photos. I was hiding behind the couch).

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It was like having a child die.

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The lawn felt barren and alone when they were done.

And then…the new sod was laid and I ventured out. Yes, it was different. But my first impression was, “Wow. Our yard looks so big now! It’s like breathing new air for the first time. There’s so much room. And look! There’s a view of the mountains I never knew existed because the tree had blocked our view.”

I was stunned at this panorama that opened up to me.

mountain

I finally rejoiced in the change.

The tree represents so many things in my life that I have a hard time letting go of. Pride, guilt, control, the need to prove I’m right (and of course, you’re wrong!), sins and misdeeds, bad habits. These are all diseases that corrupt the tree.

Every day I go outside in the backyard, I am reminded of the old tree and how fiercely I held on, way after it was no good. I was suffocated by its presence even as I fought to breathe. Old things, dying things we don’t let go of will block our view.

When I now look at the glorious view of the mountains I never knew I had all those years, I wonder what else I’m missing because I won’t let go of things that are no good for me. What vistas are blocked? What panoramas are unknown? What fresh air am I not breathing? How am I limiting my view?

C.S. Lewis, in “Mere Christianity,” said it this way:

“Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of – throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.”

Cutting down the tree hurt.

I had to let go.

I finally recognized it was time.

It’s time for me to let go and possibly even rebuild many things in my life, with God’s help. The roots may be deep and the trunk and branches are hardened by years.

But it’s time to start digging.