4.30.2008

Stand Strong and Help your Children do the Same

I've been doing some thinking (as I occasionally do) and want to post on a subject that may or may not set myself up for public criticism. The thought started on Sunday when I listened to the man speaking make the following statement, "It is not the job of a parent to make their children happy." The thought continued to take root as I read a post by my cousin Celestia titled "Good Daddy!"
Where to begin on this topic? Well for starters, I will say that the man I was listening to in church on Sunday is absolutely right. Before you all jump down my throat, hear me out. The pursuit of keeping our children happy is exhausting, frustrating, impossible to achieve, and worse, completely damaging to our child. Here is a completely hypothetical example for you: A mother has her toddler in the cart at the store. He reaches for a candy bar at the checkout and demands "I want that!" The mother says, "No", so the child begins to cry as if somebody was making an attempt at his life. The mother hates to see her child like this and wants to make him happy, so she gives him the candy bar at which the child immediately stops crying. The two leave the store with smiles on their faces. A very typical scenario, right? Some would say that this mother is doing her best to make the child happy, and after all, they were both happy when they left the store. So, whats the problem? Lets fast forward 20 years down the road and assume that the mother has continued all these years to do things to constantly keep her child happy... What has all the years of fixing all the problems taught this kid? He is now incapable of the following things on his own: working hard for something he wants, communicating his desires in an effective and mature way, and dealing with disappointment. Lets face it... life is hard and it's not getting any easier. We parents have the responsibility and duty to raise strong children. I'm not saying they need to be hard-nosed and crusty, I'm saying they need to be able to handle the stresses of life. They will not gain this ability if we constantly cater to their immediate happiness.
Sometimes what a child wants isn't the best thing for him/her. This a menial example, but it illustrates the point: Tonight, Braden decided that he wanted to eat only spaghetti and none of his peas. So, upon finishing his first helping of spaghetti, he said, "More noodles please." I looked at his plate and saw the peas. I did a quick nutrition calculation in my head (well, I used the white noodles tonight, and the canned pasta sauce, so really the spaghetti has very little substance nutritionally, I know that Braden would be healthier in the long run if I instill a habit of eating more vegetables and less white flour... etc.) So, I said, "You need to finish your peas before you can have more noodles." Anyone who knows Braden knows that he doesn't give in that easily. He will always bring his case before the jury. So he said, "But I don't like them." (AKA I will not be happy if I have to eat these peas). That is where I had to make a choice. Do I make Braden happy? I replied in a matter-of-fact way, "Thats OK. You can eat them anyway. You don't have to like them". I was just trying to get him to eat his peas, but by responding this way, I think I also taught him a lifelong truth: In life, we must do some things even when we do not want to.
Jade is just turning two and is therefore exploring quite a bit about how the world works and her power to change how the world works. If I tell her no, she can't have that toy because somebody else is using it, she cries. She will even throw herself on the floor if the injustice is big enough. It is hard, but I've determined that when she does this, I will simply let her cry. If she cries for a very long time, I will remind her that when she talks, people can understand her, but when she cries they cannot, but that is about the only action I will take (unless she is being destructive, then she gets a short time out on her bed). This is working very well. In fact, there have been numerous times that she has cried for about 2 minutes or less and then when she sees that nothing is changing, she will almost immediately stop crying and start playing again. She has even told me a couple times, "My OK, now, Mom." (This means I'm OK, now) and she'll usually give me a hug. She is learning to deal with disappointment correctly.
I am sharing these examples not to make myself a model of the perfect mother (I shudder at the thought). I simply share them to make a point for real love. I think that when we focus on instilling good principals, behaviors, and habits in our kids instead of constantly trying to make them happy, in the end, they become very very happy people. And when we as parents don't have to spend all our time trying to run around making our children's lives cushy, we can spend more time showering our children with love and building meaningful relationships with them. So, to conclude, I will expand on Bro Peterson's comment from church: It is not the job of a parent to make their children happy, but to teach their children how to make themselves happy not only now, but for the rest of their future. I urge those of you who are parents of the rising generation to stand strong and help your children do the same.

(Please click on this link to access a well written parenting guide with wonderful insights on how to raise emotionally happy, healthy and strong children: Parenting Principals and Practices.)

4.28.2008

Thanks Everybody!

Thank you to all who participated on the vanity poll. I got lots of comments as well as votes, and feel a little more clued in than I did before. I went out and bought some of those pencils that you twist up, and you who made comments about them are right... they are awesome. As for the results of the poll: liquid liner won with a whopping 52% of the votes. The second was pencil liner with 26%. Just mascara only had 17%, and one person voted that the poll was lame (I have my guesses as to who that was). I'll most likely switch on and off between pencil and liquid liner depending on my mood/ what I'm wearing etc for every day use. When I'm going out, I'll wear the liquid liner. Thanks everybody!

4.22.2008

Three Cheers For Talent Shows!


AHH I'm sick of my face every time I get on to see ya'lls comments on here (PS I love the comments). Time for a new post and FAST! So, tonight was another absolutely fun night. I went to a talent show which Sharilynn was participating in over at HJHS. I don't care what they say, amateur talent shows are so much cooler than professional acts. Maybe I have this opinion from all the wondrously amazing talent show acts that have come out of the Beach Family Reunions over the years (hollah!). I don't know. Anyway, back to tonight, I got to see a large variety of talents by kids who are, lets face it, the most courageous people on the planet. I mean, really... I think back to myself in junior high and I had 0% of the guts that these kids have (not to mention I looked like a little boy... but this isn't about me). They all got up there, did their thing with confidence (if not a little junior high awkwardness) and they all smiled and bowed when they were done like they'd just won the prize. I loved it! I'm not going to write a sketch of each one because I'd end up writing a novel , but just to get an idea, these are some of the talents I got to watch: clogging, piano playing, harp playing, singing, dancing, Irish jigging (different than dancing... apparently), garage banding, guitar soloing, yo-yo-ing (gets my vote for most incredible), and even baton twirling. It was rich, and each of these kids was amazing... I wished I had a rose for each of them (although that would have been awkward for them, I suppose). Whatever. Three cheers for talent shows!

4.20.2008

Vanity Poll

As you can see on the left, I have added a poll for you to participate in. This idea came about as I stood in the cosmetics aisle at Target and took approximately 32 minutes picking things up, reading them, withs hopes to receive some enlightenment, and then setting them back down about as clueless as I began. I have never really been a big make-up girl. I'm very lucky that I really don't HAVE to wear any base or foundation or whatever that other stuff is called. I didn't start wearing make-up regularly until I was about 19, and even then I didn't worry about it if I ran out of time in the morning. However, as I have grown up a little more, I have decided that I really should try to look my best, and if this requires make-up, I guess I'd better try to get a clue. So, this is where you come in. I think I have figured out good colors for my eyeshadow, and blush and such, but when it comes to the eyeliner department, I feel out of my league. I know I can't pull off black, so I stick with the black/browns, sables, and browns. Can I just do only mascara or do I need a little more drama? I don't know... maybe you do? This poll is going to run for a week, and I hope you will take a moment and look at the pictures (sorry about the blank expressions... hey! it was hard to take a picture of myself in the mirror), and take a vote. I would also appreciate any other advice that you might want to share with me. Just put it in a comment on this post. P.S. Brutally honest is OK with me. Thanks for helping me out with this vanity poll.

4.16.2008

Don't Leap Before You Look

Ah, spring time in AZ... It's absolutely gorgeous! The smell of citrus blossoms hangs in the air. The sun is soft on my face, the breeze blows lightly through my hair. I can drive by a random grocery store parking lot and see a carnival that popped up over night. People are actually outside! I just love it! So, I was hanging out with Cameron and Sharilynn and Braden just soaking up this loveliness and I decided to bask on the hammock. I hopped on (after being dumped off at my first attempt) and lied on my back. I closed my eyes and began to relax with the sun making my eyelids glow with pleasant orange light. Braden climbed on next to me and snuggled up with me for about 1 minute. Then he sat up and started rocking slightly. I was really enjoying myself and I was getting very relaxed. Then, without warning, I was on the ground... and my head hurt. I turned to Braden to make sure he was OK. He was a little shaken up, but fine. You're probably thinking... "ha ha, Braden rocked the boat and tipped everyone over board!" Wrong. No, we were being very responsible hammock users. What actually happened, was that the rope which was tied from the hammock to the playground bar broke. Yeah... it pretty much severed itself and left us all dead and bloodied along the way (OK, maybe just a little bruised). I was caught off guard, and, of course, being a woman, I immediately thought something along the lines of, "I guess my jogging routine isn't really working". Needless to say, I was a bit hesitant to get back on the horse after being bucked off. As it turned out, the rope was actually tied next to a joint on the bar and it had slowly cut away at it until the point that I decided to get on it, at which time it "let loose" and we tumbled down. I am glad it was us and not somebody else who could have been more seriously injured. Word to the wise: don't leap before you look (aka check the hammock ropes first, genius).

4.14.2008

See You On The Other Side!

Braden has been learning a lot about money lately, and we have enjoyed giving him the responsibility of saving coins that he gets here and there. Today, Spencer gave him a penny and told him to be responsible for it and not to lose it. We were on the road when he announced "I swallowed the penny." At first I thought that he was telling us something from his imagination, so I asked, "Are you pretending that you swallowed the penny, or did you really swallow it?" He said, "I really swallowed it. I'm sorry. My teeth just pushed it down my throat." He doesn't usually lie, so although I found it hard to believe, I did trust him (after asking him another 5 times or so). Spencer and I looked at each other... another first as parents... a semi-large foreign object in the digestive system. We both felt it unnecessary to race off the ER, so we decided to call our cousin, Marie, instead (an ER nurse). Luckily, she was awake and available and reassured me that kids swallow coins all the time and they are generally fine. She's even seen kids who have swallowed larger coins... but they are round and pretty smooth and "pass" without problems. She did recommend just for peace of mind to "be on the look out" for that unlucky penny during potty time. So, heres to you Mr. Penny... see you on the other side!

4.05.2008

Totally Fun Night!

Last night, I went to a little hole-in-the-wall music store called Blackbird Music and Arts Center. It's a little store in Queen Creek that sells and rents instruments and music and the like. Why was I there you ask? They have a little cafe and stage on one side of the store, and they were having open mic night. What is even more exciting is that my friends, "Working Class Underdog" were playing a few songs. Jacob and Arianne came with me and I had such a fun time (P.S. Arianne is a totally fun girl)! There were a whole bunch of different musicians there... a few of them were not that great, but they were all entertaining to me and they were having a fabulous time and sharing their talents! Let me paint a picture of some of the characters that were on the stage:

First there was the group of acne ridden high school guys that looked very respectable aside from their long straggly hair that they had obviously grown out because that is what people who are in a band are supposed to do. They were still refining their show, but they were out there and they were sharing what they had to whoever would listen (even if they did stare at the stage floor the whole time).

Then, the old man with chin length gray hair, loose fitting khaki pants, a button-up floral shirt in a faded shade of blue, and those Velcro and nylon sandals that I thought they only made for kids. He was playing... well, I don't really know what he was playing, but it was definitely in the New Age genre. He started with two very interesting drums... they looked almost like an inverted steel drum... convex instead of concave. They had a very whimsical, beautiful, and calming sound, and I instantly felt like I should be in Sedona on a Vortex meditation site doing yoga. He then started looping himself (meaning he had been recording his drum tune and then proceeded to add one instrument at a time to the music loop). In the end he played two types of flutes (non of which I had ever seen) and two different mouth harps. It was very different, but it was also cool. He did a marshal arts bow at the end of his performance. The other thing that I liked about this guy is that he stayed to watch everyone else perform and smiled the whole time like he didn't want to be anywhere else in the world.

There was a guy and a girl that were just phenomenal. The guy sounded like Maroon 5 kinda, and the girl had this amazingly rich alto voice that was just full of life and passion. One of the songs they sang was "Hit Me Baby One More Time". We all decided that the way they did it was how that song was supposed to sound... raw and acoustic and fresh. Their voices blended perfectly and they had such a stage presence... they could have been playing anywhere they wanted probably, but luckily for us they were in a little hole in Queen Creek.

And of course, I can't forget the middle aged balding man with a belly, glasses, a guitar, and a great talent for clever, down-to-earth lyrics. He had written two songs just about life. One was about living in Arizona... totally hilarious, he hit all the local idiosyncrasies right on the head. The other was a song about his Grandmas canning and how she canned the summer in with her fruits and vegetables. It was the cutest song ever. It made me feel warm and fuzzy all over.

Working Class Underdog did quite well. I really like their stuff a lot. They've got fabulous lyrics and tunes and a lot of their songs are just what I'd want to say if I was writing a song. Dallas always has a good time with the crowd (everyone that knows him knows he loves to entertain). And Scott totally tears it up on the guitar (not to mention his strong back-up vocals). They sang a song last night that I want to hear again. It's called "Together We Fight". It's about being married and fighting the idea that things can't work out and couples can't make it. It's about being strong together and getting through the hard times hand in hand. I really enjoyed that song. It was also really cute that two of the three songs that they played Dallas had written for Jami (ahhh). I love those two!

Afterward we all went and chilled at Applebee's and got half/priced appetizers. It was a totally fun night!

4.03.2008

Poor Things

I should probably note that our two new family members that I wrote about in my previous post "Little Fishes", have gone the way of all the earth. Yes, they are dead, and I am very sad about it (although, the kids don't seem very distressed... Braden asked if he could flush HeFin down the toilet since thats what I'd done with Flowers). Jade hasn't really noticed at all. Braden suggests that we should just buy new ones, but before I do that, I think I should try to learn how to take care of fish better (suggestions welcome). The poor things.