Monday, August 31, 2009

The Boy

You know the one who writes this...

And insists this be written on his board outside his room at bedtime...


The one who dresses like this whenever he is home...


And takes pictures like this...


Oh yes, that boy who begs me for things like this (looking at himself in the mirror)...


Who helps me make a very special chocolate cake for a very special day...


Who has a sister and Dad that are dancing in anticipation of his big day...


The one who picked a fabulous dinner of strawberry soda, cantaloupe and veggie pizza...


Yep, that boy is off. He's in Kindergarten today. You are going to have so much fun my love and learn so very much. I love you to the moon and back Bubs.


Friday, August 28, 2009

I'm Not Freaking Out

Maybe I should be, but I'm really not. Seth starts Kindergarten on Monday. We've gone and met his teacher, seen the school, and done all of the obligatory back to school things. He has his big backpack (KU thankyouverymuch), school clothes, new shoes and is so super excited he can hardly stand it.

Everywhere I look Moms are freaking out that their children are starting Kindergarten. Sure, it is a bit surreal for me since I remember my first day of Kindergarten...but I am not freaking out.

I'll tell you why.

In Utah, Kindergarten is only 2 1/2 hours a day. Yep, 2 1/2 hours. This is like free preschool. Now, I don't want all day Kindergarten, I don't think that 5 year olds are ready for that yet, but REALLY??? 2 1/2 hours?!?! He went to preschool for longer than that.

So, I am not freaking out. I wish he'd be gone a little longer actually. This is going to be good for both of us, we need time apart.

He is going to do great, have fun and learn so much. He can't wait and really, neither can I!

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Diaper Business


I have a matter of business that I must attend to with you, my dear friends. It is about diapers. Yep, lovely, wonderful cloth diapers.



You might remember that I cloth diaper and have for 6 1/2 years. I have used prefolds with covers, Fuzzi Bunz, Mother Ease, Kissaluvs, Happy Heiney's and a variety of other fitteds. I have tried just about every diaper out there and have found a new diaper that I am in LOVE with!


When we were in Kansas, we got together with our friends Sarah and Jason. Sarah is done having babies for a bit and was kind enough to let me borrow 18 of her most beautiful diapers. She brought me a bin of Good Mama's Diapers and I about fell over. These diapers are so soft, absorbent, and BEAUTIFUL!

I really am in love. These diapers have snaps (something I LOVE), are ONE SIZE -- so yes, they will fit your newborn and toddler at the SAME TIME, they are made with Cotton Velour or Organic Bamboo Velour. Seriously, they are divine.


I am planning on saving my pennies so I can buy more of these fabulous diapers. Not only are they a fantastic diaper, but they are SO cute too. Go check them out....NOW!

By the way, Good Mamas did not ask me, nor do they know I am writing this review. I just love them that much!

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

It is VERY Possible

My kitchen looks like this...

Because of distractions like these...
New shelves for my Sewing Room

A first birthday present..already?!?!

A fine sling for a fine customer

Uber cute repurposed dresses

Organizing my Sewing Space

Monday, August 24, 2009

Unexpected Beauty


In the midst of any tragedy, we are given opportunities for greatness. I have felt it and seen it in my life. When Emma died I was shocked at the generosity of people. Family and friends stepped up and gave us love and support. My father-in-law bought purple cabbage for my swollen breasts, my Mom and Sister-in-law flew out on a moments notice to be with us, my in-laws made the arrangements to get Emma to Utah. It didn't end there though, or just with family. My Mom's friends gave us their frequent flier miles, friends from my due date forum sent so much money that we were able to buy a headstone for our sweet girl. Food was brought in, our apartment was cleaned, refrigerator stocked, calendar changed (it was an Anne Geddes calendar that I just couldn't look at)...the list goes on and on.

Not only have I witnessed such generosity in my own life, but I have seen it in others. When Heather and Mike's sweet Maddie died, we gathered together as a community to give her love and support. When MckMama's sweet Stellan was so sick again, food and prayers were offered. When Tuesday's family had to say goodbye to their sweet girl we had fundraisers to help. When Nie and her Mr. fell from the sky, we ran to lift them up. It never ends.

We are resilient. We are compassionate. We care, we hurt, we love. This is what makes us human.

In the midst of tragedies there is unexpected beauty. The opportunity to serve and be served, the chance to step beyond our comfort zones to reach out, lift up and love.

I felt it yesterday. As I sat thinking about my sweet Emma, what she'd be doing today and how best to remember her, I was touched by the many tweets, emails and blog comments from you, my dear friends.

I was being sad and pouting that she wasn't here when I realized that I had a choice. I could be sad and mopey all day, or I could look for the unexpected beauty in this day. I chose the latter.

My sweet babies were extra sweet. They were all kisses and snuggles, just wanting to be closer to Jeremy and me. We had a lovely big breakfast, played legos, made a picnic and went to the cemetery. The day was rainy and I felt that was appropriate, maybe it was Emma crying that she wasn't here with us.

We got the to the cemetery with our picnic and ladybugs (we do a ladybug release every year) and had a good time. The kids played with Emma the only way they know how, we ate sandwiches, peaches and homemade ice cream sandwiches (which may or may not have been very melted by the time we got to them), and laughed at the rain. We waited in the van until the rain passed then went back out and released the ladybugs. They crawled on us, tickled our toes and one got to take a ride in Libby's mouth for a minute. These things were all bits of unexpected beauty. Being able to laugh and love on my other children made it bearable.


There were many moments that made my cry and tear up though. One of those was when Amelia burst into tears when she realized that Emma wasn't going to be at the cemetery. She thought we were going to eat lunch with Emma and that Emma would actually be there. My sweet 3 year old thought she was going to get to play with her big sister finally. That broke my heart. This grief is our life. It is what we do and what we feel on a daily basis. How we deal with it is our choice*.

It has been 6 years and I am finally at a point where I can find the beauty. It still hurts, it still isn't fair and I still hate it, I always will. But, it is not all encompassing anymore. The hurt isn't suffocating and I do not feel like at any moment I truly could die from this pain. I am surviving, I am living, I am laughing and loving.

The day ended perfect, a full double rainbow on our way home. I think it was Emma's way of saying she loves us and misses us. She gave us so much beauty in her short life, so it is only fitting that she sent that for us when we needed it most.



***disclaimer: if you are new in your journey of grief, please know that how you are feeling now is normal. Please know that right now, you really don't have a choice in how you are feeling. You are in survival mode and it took me 6 years to get to this point.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Six Years

I don't have anything original to say today. I miss her. It hurts. It's not fair. I am reposting what I wrote 2 years ago. I read it this morning and it is perfect, describes what I am feeling today and really everyday without her.
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Today, August 23, at 2 pm will mark 1460 days since I last held Emma, alive. She nursed for an hour, I laid her down for a nap, and that was that. She died 4 years ago. I can’t believe she would be 4 years, 8 months and 8 days today. She would have been such a big girl, such a good big sister, so much fun for her brother and sister to play with.

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about what 1460 days means. What exactly have I missed? I have missed her first steps, first words, hearing her say “I Love You”. I have missed watching her play with babies, develop preferences, have attitude with me. I have missed countless hugs and kisses, I have missed wiping thousands of tears, I have missed watching her grow. I have missed watching her face light up and laugh at a joke I tell her. I’ve missed her going to preschool, going to nursery, Sunbeams and whatever class is next in Church (I don’t even know!). I have missed hearing her say prayers. I’ve missed her telling secrets, learning to draw, write her name, and do somersaults. I’ve missed swimming lessons, soccer and dance – 3 things I loved as a child. I’ve missed her crawling into bed with us, her last nursing session (the one where we were both ready to be done), and watching her nurse her baby dolls. I’ve missed countless times of pretend play, making her costumes and teaching her to knit. I’ve missed 1460 photo opportunities – all mine stop at August 22, 2003. I’ve missed 4 birthdays, 4 Halloweens, 3 Christmases, 3 New Years, 3 Valentine’s Day, 3 Easter’s…and the number just keeps rising. I’ve missed watching her become a big sister. Watching her brother and sister and she interact. I’ve missed watching them make memories together, memories that I would never be a part of, because it is just them. I’ve missed so many things, what I’ve written is just a small fraction of what I’ve missed…but of all the things I’ve missed, what I miss most, is her. The very essence of her, my baby girl.

She is so very loved and so very missed. It’s funny too, that it’s not just Jeremy and I who miss her, but Seth misses her too. He will tell me every so often that he wishes Emma were here to play with him. In our curio cabinet we have special Emma things, her pictures, hand and foot molds, and some special toys. Well, one of the toys is a Cabbage Patch Doll that my friend Michelle got for us right after Emma died. It is a doll with blue eyes and reddish brown hair and is wearing a ladybug outfit. Seth loves that doll, yet I’ve never let him play with it. He asks me, quite often, if he can bring Emma out of the cabinet and play with her. If only it were that easy buddy, if only it were that easy.

Speaking of Seth and Emma, he’s been asking me more and more questions about her. He wanted to know how she died. I told him that she was sleeping and Heavenly Father and Jesus needed her to come back to them, so they took her spirit and she died. He seemed ok with that. A few days later he was making up a song at the piano, it went something like this: “Emma, you are my big sister. You went to sleep for a nap and you died. I miss you. That is why I sing this song for you Emma”. He really is so sweet. They would have had fun together. As I watch Seth and Amelia together, I realize what I’ve missed out on with Emma and Seth…and what they have both missed out on too. I know that for me, growing up with 4 siblings was fun. I loved playing with my brothers and sometimes my sister (she was much older and into different things). I loved playing with them and now I really enjoy the friendships I have with them. I watch Seth and Amelia play, they love eachother, they are eachother’s best friends…oh what they are missing, another friend, another playmate, a sister.

So now, my heart not only breaks for me and my loss, but for that of my living children and their loss. All they know of their sister is pictures, video, and things we tell them. Amelia will grow up knowing that she looks like her sister. Seth will grow up knowing that he came into our family when we needed him more than anything. He is the reason I am still alive.

I just finished the book, The Dollmaker by Harriette Arnow. In it, a little girl is very tragically and suddenly killed. Her mother watches her death and holds her baby girl as the life goes out of her. One passage really spoke to me, I read it, then read it to Jeremy and we both said, “yeah I’ve felt that”.

“There began again that continual reliving of the last few moments of Cassie’s life when over and over she would put the picture together again piece by piece like one methodically laying hot coals on her own body.”

I can not tell you how often, in the quiet hours, I have done this. I have relived that day, the decisions I made, the clothes I wore, what Emma did, what I did, how she looked when I laid her down for a nap…I also relive the nightmare that followed…what she looked like, how she smelled, how I hurt, how I still hurt. Oh how I miss that girl, forever and always.

In the quiet hours (they are so few these days) I think of my baby girl. As I kiss Seth and Amelia and put them to bed, I pray they wake up and always know I love them. I also pray every night that Emma knows how much I love and miss her.

I feel like this post has been just a jumble of thoughts and emotions…I guess that is ok because that is what I am, just a jumble of thoughts and emotions. It helps for me to write it and for me to set aside some time just for Emma. I made this slideshow for her also…just be warned, you may want tissues.View this montage created at One True Media
Emma Joyce

Oh my Emma…I love you more than you will ever know. The short time I had with you, I relive daily. From the moment I learned I was pregnant with you, I knew that you would be such a special gift in my life. I loved feeling you move, watching you grow, giving me heartburn. Then you were born, oh what a gift, truly. You were such a fantastic baby, so happy. When you cried, I knew I could fix it. You made mothering very easy, thank you. After you died, someone told me that we hurt so much because we love so much. That must be why I still hurt, because I still love you. Everyday I wonder what you’d be like, what you’d look like, what you’d sound like. I miss you baby girl, please watch over all of us, be our guardian angel.
Goodnight my angel….
Love,
Mama

Friday, August 21, 2009

Rock of Ages Review


Y'all know I love One2One Network. They always have really great things to review and I have gotten some fun items.

When I got the email telling about Rock of Ages, I was a bit skeptical. I LOVED my big hair bands in the late 80's early 90's. They made me happy. In fact, I often can be found rockin' out to Monster Ballads (1 and 2!).

But, when I read that there was going to be a Broadway Musical about music from the 80's? A musical about a hairband in 1987??? Ok, to say I squealed a little wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Here is a little about the soundtrack to this great new musical:

New Line Records just hammered the in-store release of the Original Broadway Cast Recording of five-time Tony Award nominated "ROCK OF AGES." For those of you not in the know, Rock of Ages is the new Broadway musical starring American Idol finalist Constantine Maroulis. Set in 1987 in a legendary Sunset Strip rock club, a small-town girl meets a big-city dreamer and they fall in love to the greatest metal songs of the 80's. The musical is an arena-rock love story told through the mind-blowing, face-melting hits of Journey, Bon Jovi, Styx, Reo Speedwagon, Pat Benatar, Foreigner, Twisted Sister, Poison, Asia, Whitesnake and more.

So, I got the cd in the mail and popped it in. I really like it. I have always loved musicals, I have always loved Broadway soundtracks. But...there are a couple things I don't love about this one.
First -- the talking. Yeah, it can get a little annoying when, in the middle of a song, they start with the dialogue. I am sure if I were able to go to New York and see this play I would feel differently about this.
Second -- they changed the lyrics to some of my favorite songs. So here I am, singing along, feeling like I am back in Jr. High, and BOOM! Different words.

Since those two items aren't huge deals to me, I still listen to it. But, that is only when I can pry it out of the hands of my 5 year old son. He LOVES this CD. He has claimed it as his and I barely see it anymore. However, anytime I want to listen to it, all I need to do is go and listen at his bedroom door. I think this is very telling of my future with him! (i totally have a video of him rocking out, but my computer is not being nice and won't upload it...someday, i promise!)

You can go buy the Rock of Ages CD today and have fun reliving the glory days with me!

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Random Emma Thoughts...


I can't remember. I can't remember what her skin felt like next to mine. I can't remember how it felt to hold her. I can't remember the sound of her voice. I can't remember exactly what color her eyes were. I can't remember why I was so frustrated with her that one day. I can't remember a thousand little things.

So many of my memories of Emma now are from video or pictures. I look at the pictures and remember what was happening on that day, or when I took that picture. I only remember her voice when I watch videos, or sometimes when I hear Liberty.

As I write this though, my memories are coming back. I am not just remembering what it was like when she died, because I remember that more than anything. But, I am remembering how she liked to suck on my nose, the way she would smile so big but not laugh, the way she would try to catch sunbeams on the floor, how she loved the wind in her hair and the rain on her face. She was so so very happy. I remember that. I remember the feel of her soft skin on her neck, and how it felt to bury my face in her hair.

I remember the last week of her life. She wouldn't sleep, not at all. Jeremy took her out for a drive a couple nights. She and I played and luckily I took a lot of video of her that week.

Oh I miss her. I search for her in my other children. I search for bits of her...Amelia has her nose, Libby has her smile, eyes and hair, Seth loved to nurse like she did...

She would be starting 1st grade on Monday. What would she have looked like? What would she have wanted to wear on Monday? What would she be doing? It never goes away, that wondering, wondering what she would be like?

If I didn't know that I would see her again someday, if I didn't know it without a doubt, I think I would go crazy. I will continue to search for her in my other kids, my home will feel empty without her here, but I will see her again and that gives me so much comfort.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

My Whrll Story

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This is my submission as I am trying to get to the Type A Mom Conference next month in North Carolina. Check me out. Don't I look young there??

Stories

One of the things I came away from Blogher with was this; we all have a story to tell, be authentic and tell yours.

This is something I strive to do. I want to tell my story. Some days I am still trying to figure out what that story is.

I am a woman, daughter, granddaughter, niece, aunt, sister, friend, wife, lover, mother...the list goes on.

My story starts before I was born and continues to today. What will become of my story tomorrow, I don't know.

I want to share with you my story, the things that make me who I am. I share a lot of the parts of me that have to do with Mothering, Grieving, Wifeing (is that a word? No? It is now), Crafting. But there is so much more.

There are parts that I don't share, and won't share. There are parts that are mine, and mine only.

Why do I tell my story? I am I really that narcissistic to think that you all care about me and what I have experienced and have to say? Well, yes, I am. That is part of blogging. We write, we create and in the end, we hope it touches someone and inspires someone to do better, be better.

So, starting today, I am going to start telling stories. I would love to say that it will be "Storytime Monday" or something clever like that, but I am not that reliable. I hope that the stories I have to tell will help you learn more about me, teach you and inspire you. But if they don't, that is okay, I usually learn more about myself by writing than anything.

What's your story? Are you telling it?

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Man Alive am I Funny.

Seriously, I am freaking hilarious. I have joined a couple of new groups that required a head shot, a picture of me without any children attached. Yeah right. That is near impossible.

So, I took some and then Jeremy took over and we had a photo shoot. It was funny, oh so funny.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Help with my KIDS!

Last Monday, I met with my friend, Joe Heywood, and got some great ideas on how to work with my kiddos. Can I tell you, the change in my home is amazing! I asked Joe to do a guest post and tell you all some of the things that he taught me. I hope you enjoy it and it works as well for you as it has for me!


Attunement

Before I tell you what I think attunement is, I want to tell you about attachment. Attachment Theory gives us one way to look at human behavior and emotions. Before we are born, we get everything we need without asking, really. We are in a warm, nutrient rich, quiet, muffled, weightless, dream. As our body and mind develop, without knowing the words to describe feelings, we have them. Later we might describe these feelings as calm, connected, alert, present, peaceful, and joyful.

Our birth gives us a feeling we have not yet been accustomed to. We can't simply exist anymore to survive. We don't know the words to describe this fight to survive, but we start to know what it feels like. The feeling makes our bodies or our minds want to freeze sometimes. Other times we try to flee or we learn ways to fight. This feeling is fear, or anxiety. This feeling is different than the dream we became accustomed to when all our needs were being met...

...Our bodies produce certain chemicals as we learn fear and anxiety. We become agitated when we experience fear and anxiety. This discomfort can protect us from danger, but it can also limit us when we have nothing to fear.

Do you remember what it feels like to have deep comfort and happiness? Remember the feelings of calm, connectedness, alertness, presence, peace, and joy? Although we can never go back into the womb, literally, we recall some of these feelings at certain times with certain people. When we feel these feelings with someone else consistently over time, we develop a secure attachment to them. We feel safe with them.

Attunement is when two people are feeling those comfortable and happy feelings together at the same time. When people are attuned there is a harmony resonating like notes through both of them. There are no words to accurately describe it because the feelings come from a place we knew before words.

"But even if I'm standing right there?"

One of the things Kim talked to me about is how Seth reacts to people he doesn't know. She used the example of when they are in the store and people try to talk to him, like people sometimes like to talk to children. She said he scowls and growls at them. We talked about emotions, and how he is learning ways to keep himself safe when he feels anxious or afraid. Then Kim said, "But even if I'm standing right there?"

It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? It doesn't make any sense! She is right there, why is he afraid? But when have emotions ever been logical? Emotions come from a part of our brains that is non-verbal. Memories are stored there, too. Words are not. Logic is not. In fact, this "primitive brain," or central brain, that is crucial to our survival as a species can easily over-ride our "executive functioning" part of our brain, the pre-frontal cortex. So, if Seth feels afraid, he feels afraid. And it doesn't matter that it doesn't make any sense to us. The only thing that will matter is that Kim provides a "space" where Seth consistently, over time, feels safe and warm. I believe that she is creating that environment.

Children want an emotional connection

Obvious: Children want an emotional connection with their parents. But did you know that they don't care what emotion it is? Children don't really care about the difference between anger responses and loving responses from their parents. All they care about is that they feel a connection to their parents. Just the emotional connection is more important than whatever the emotion is. When a mother has a pattern of arguing angrily with her child, she doesn't realize that she may be creating an a pattern of emotional connection by arguing. It is really okay to have disagreements. But connecting the disagreement to an emotion like anger can unintentionally teach a child that one way to have a connection with their parent is to argue.

Sometimes the only emotion a child gets from their parent is anger. That is why I hate it when parents say "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" only when they are angry. This does two things: 1) It makes the child feel uncomfortable with the window to their parent's soul. And, 2) The child learns that if they want an emotional connection with their parent, all they need to do is make them angry. And boy do they learn how. Please, if you do this, make them look at you when you are feeling happy, too.

"I don't want him to experience the pain and hurt that I have experienced."

This is something else that Kim said, and it is very common. Watching your child feel pain is a really difficult thing. Emotions are painful! Love is no different. We "break our hearts" over those we love so much, and oh, it hurts! Some people would rather not love and not feel--but haven't we all been there before, too? We wish we didn't have to feel the pain, but eventually we learn that we don't want to live without the joy. And we have to take them both, or not at all. In the movie Shadowlands based on the life of C. S. Lewis, his cancer stricken wife says, "our sadness now is part of our happiness then." We need both to truly be human.

Protecting our children from emotions because we don't want them to feel pain robs them of a real, full, authentic life. When you let them experience emotions, you teach them that it is okay "to feel." Teach them good ways to cope. Create the "space" where they can feel unconditional love when they are feeling emotions--both the happy ones as well as the uncomfortable ones. That does not mean accepting inappropriate behaviors, it does mean validating the human experience of feeling. Let them know that whatever they feel is temporary, it does not define them, and that feeling is okay. They can learn from experiencing emotions what it means to be fully human. Teach them to live authentically.

Teach them that you are a real person, with failures and loss and weakness, and you will become their hero.

Little Adults

One problem we often have is that we think children are little adults, but they are not. We try to explain things logically to them like an adult, and although it is important to model communication, and it is very important to talk to our children, sometimes the communication becomes a way for children to "hook" a parent into an argument, or push the "emotional limit" button. Again, children will find a way to connect with their parents emotionally, and they don't care if it is an argument if that is what they have discovered works.

Imagine living in a world of giants with no ears. That is what it is like for children. Do you remember how big your teachers looked? Do you remember what it was like to go back to your elementary school and have to kneel down to take a drink out of the drinking fountain? Do you remember listening to the clomping sound of a parent's heavy walking and then fitting both of your feet in only one of their shoes?

Of course, we are not earless, but we may have turned into earless giants to children because playing is no longer how we communicate anymore. Playing is not how we learn anymore. Children sense this.

But there are two things we do have in common with children that can help us get "unhooked." It is the simple desire to be 1) recognized, and 2) understood.

Rewarding through recognition

You probably already know that when a child feels recognized for doing something, they will likely repeat the behavior. Has a child ever shown you a picture they have colored and you reply, "Wow, those yellow clouds look so nice in that beautiful purple sky. My that sky is purple like the sunset!" Even if the picture was of a house and a tree, you'll get more yellow clouds in your next picture. And they might even take the time to draw you an entire page of yellow clouds in a purple sky.

The opposite is also true. Consistently start recognizing more negative things, and what do you think you'll start getting? My favorite quote about this comes from Thomas W. Phelan who wrote the book 1-2-3 Magic, Effective Discipline for Children 2-12. He said, "If you have a child who is doing something you don't like, get real upset about it on a regular basis and, sure enough, she'll repeat it for you!"

Parents easily slip into rewarding bad behaviors because it takes too much energy to run into the other room, smiling, and exclaim: "Wow! I haven't heard you guys for 4 whole minutes! You must be having a fun time! That makes me want to play with you more, maybe after work, but thank you for being so respectful to each other!" And it is easier to repeat to a questioning child: "You can't because, like I told you four times already ... (insert answer here)," than it is to to pause and recognize the positive, "Wow. You asked that by saying please. Thank you for being so polite!" And then after a pause, so that the reward really sets in, reflecting something like, "You can keep asking, but it won't change my answer." (Ignore the future questions about it and the temporary whining.) They will eventually learn that badgering doesn't get you to talk and politeness does. Recognizing pro-social behaviors has to happen immediately after a behavior you want repeated, consistently, with emotion, and very often--much more often than recognizing negative behaviors.

More rewarding tips:

Say "yes" more often than you say "no." If you have to, make up some things that you can say "yes" to, like, "Yes, you can... roll on the ground now if you want." This might keep your children asking for your permission before they figure out that they don't have to.

Try giving them a replacement behavior. Believe it or not, most children would like to please their parents if they really knew how, or if they really had the choice. Take advantage of this and say things to help them replace a behavior like, "Instead of ... hitting my arm like that ... I'd rather you ... use your muscles to rub my shoulder really hard like this--oh yeah! Boy, oh, boy, I really like that, wow!"

Look at them eye to eye and say their name. Then say, "I'm going to speak to you like an adult because what I'm going to say is very important." (These words may be like a game to them, but that's okay, and kind of the point.) Pause a little. This lets them look at your eyes when you are not angry. Then say, "I love you. You are perfect and beautiful in my eyes. Or, I'm proud of you." You don't have to say this word for word, but you get the idea. You can add a hug, or a grapple, or a tickle. Think of other ways to get this message across, but this is the most direct.

Think about what it would be like if "the giants of your life" were to look at you, call you by name, and say something like that. These kinds of statements consistently over time will do more for your relationship than any time out chair.

Reflecting

In order to use this skill effectively, a parent needs to completely accept the child as she is. The emotions your child is having is not who your child is. The behavior your child is showing is not who your child is. Before your child becomes a teenager, you can give them a head start with their identity by completely accepting the child, and becoming a mirror for them to begin to understand themselves.

The first time I saw the power of reflection, I was working with a group of very aggressive children somewhere around the ages of 8 or 9. They were in a play room and one of them who was very aggressive looked at me, sort of sideways, while he held a toy as if he were going to smash it into another kid's face. He knew the rule of respect in my group and the consequences. I looked back at him very calmly and reflected, "You want to hit him right now, even though you know that's against the rules." He looked at me for a few seconds longer, noticing that I was not jumping to the rescue as he had hoped, and dropped the toy. He looked across the room. I guessed, reflecting "Now you'd rather do something else." He went to the other side of the room to play. I didn't ask questions, I didn't make demands. Then I saw the other boy crying. "You're crying because you feel sad that he did that to you." It didn't matter to me that the boy was crying. And it didn't matter to me that he was feeling sad. We were connected in another way. What mattered to the boy was that I accepted him as he was and I was trying to understand him. It still delights me how this alone can dissolve some issues.

Play is how children communicate. You can learn about a child's emotions through watching them play. This makes play time a great time to practice reflecting their behaviors. It can get annoying to only speak by reflecting, but it can be fun, too. So, try it out. Be prepared to bite your lip! And don't assume you will be right or that you completely understand--reflecting gives them a chance to correct you. Just reflect until you "get it right." Forget about explaining things or answering questions or jumping in. You can show them that you care by being more attached to being with and understanding your child than by being concerned about their emotions or behaviors. Here are some reflection-starters that I've finished to give you some examples:

-"You want to... have that toy but they are using it right now.

-"You feel... angry... because we have to leave.

-"You don't like... when I help you follow the rules sometimes.

-"You wanted... to make a friend, but they didn't.

-"You don't think... it's fair.

-"You think... that I know the answer to that question, but I think you already know.

-"You are... happy... with your drawing."

-"You... spit at them and they left you. You wanted them to leave you.

-"You... "You... "You... "You... can see how these reflections help children begin to understand themselves)

Labeling

"That's aggression."

Labels let parents quickly get the message to their kids without arguing and without getting "hooked" in an argument. I like to calmly state a label before I start "counting" (see 1-2-3 Magic by Thomas W. Phelan) or before time-out or discipline so that they quickly get the message that "[label]" is not appropriate. This is specifically for behaviors you want them to stop doing, not for behaviors you want them to start doing. Getting a child to do their regular chores is different than getting them to stop "not being fair," or being "disrespectful," or "yelling," or "whining." These are all examples of useful labels.

One small note that I don't even think that I have to make, but I will: "Whining" is different than crying. Crying rips your heart out, whining makes you want to rip your hair out. I hope that there is a space for children to appropriately express their sadness or grief in your relationship through a little crying.

Remember to have no emotional expression or emotional tone at all when you state the label or do any discipline. Getting you to express emotions may be the secondary reward that they are looking for. (But, you say, you have to yell so your kids will listen? Boy have they trained you well. Let's talk about how that happens another time.)

And, remember to separate your child from the behavior. The kiddo is not the "demon of aggression" themselves, but when they choose to behave aggressively there are consequences. When you follow through with a consequence, they will pull at your heart strings to the point of you giving in if you don't separate your love for them and their behaviors. If you give in, they know your breaking point and will go there again, sooner next time.

Some more tips: Make sure your discipline matches the offense, is age appropriate, is not secretly rewarding them, and is something you really can and will follow through with.

One Thing at a Time

Find one thing you want to work on. Parents often talk to me about a whole list of things that they would like to change about their kids. If you try to focus on everything, you might end up with nothing. Now, there are many ways to start improving behavior with your children. This is only one way. I like to take things one step at a time. I like to think of the top three behaviors that need to be addressed, measure their frequency to establish a "baseline," Then pick only one of them to work on at a time.

To make a baseline, daily measure for one week the frequency of three behaviors (without telling your children you are tracking these). You will either notice 1) "hmmm, it isn't really as often as I remember," or 2) "Wow, that's a lot, but now I will know when things get better because I have something to measure with." After making a baseline, pick only one behavior to work on at a time.

There is a reason to focus on only one of the behaviors at a time: Many behaviors are connected. Imagine that I chose 1) Temper Tantrums 2) Lying, and 3) Stealing as my top three behaviors to improve. When I focus only on one, let's say I focus on lying, what often happens is that as the lying decreases, the stealing and temper tantrum behaviors decrease as well. This is an easy example because perhaps the child was lying to get out of trouble from stealing and when he's caught stealing he has a temper tantrum. All of them decreasing isn't always the case. But will you complain when one behavior is completely under control? No, when this happens, just move to the next behavior to work on. One at a time.

Then the idea is to decrease inappropriate behaviors one at a time while increasing pro-social behaviors as much as possible.

Conclusion:

"...I pray that he will give me some good ideas, some insight and will help me find my sweet boy again."

Kim said that the most helpful things we talked about were "reflecting," "labeling," and "working on one thing at a time." She asked me to write about them for her interested readers. I hope what I have written has been helpful.

Today I have just read what Kim wrote about in her blog about about "finding her sweet boy again," I try to read thoughts daily before dinner prayer from a book called The Parent's Tao Te Ching by William Martin. Is it a coincidence that today's thought is perfect for this? So I conclude:

Clouds of Light

They look so small and frail

but they are so great and magnificent.

They are born of the same womb that birthed the cosmos

and knitted together the galaxies.

If you could see them as they truly are,

you would be astounded.

You would see not little children,

but dancing clouds of light,

energy in motion,

swimming in an ocean of love.

They are so much more

than what you see.

As are you.


Thank you so much to Joe for this post. I would love to discuss this with you, so go on over to my Blog Frog community and let's share ideas.

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You Capture :: Motion


IMG_4766, originally uploaded by naturalmom26.

I am a little late with this week's You Capture. When I saw that the theme was Motion, I knew exactly which picture I would use. This was taken when we were at Henry Dorley Zoo in Omaha. I love this picture so much, my boy on his flying dragon horse. He is motion, plain and simple.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

It's Not All Gloom and Doom


I promise. My days are not filled with weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth, I swear. There are lots of things that have been making me happy recently.

Don't believe me?? Well, check this out...

First, I love Wendy's. Their food is ok, but when we were on our trip home, they had Magic Treehouse Books on C.D. in the kids meals. We got two and my kids LOVE THEM!!! Oh my goodness. We are definitely going to be getting more of these books, either in print or on cd, they are both great!

Second, if you need something to keep your kids occupied for hours on end...get them a chalkboard and chalk. Boy howdy, this has been a life saver, my kids LOVE them!!!


Third, remember I said we went to Lava Hot Springs this last weekend? Well, it was fun. It rained and was cold on Saturday, so we didn't get to spend the day at the pool like we'd hoped. However, we watched movies, went to the pool for the one hour of sunshine the day afforded, and even won an Operation Game (I'm surprised how much kids love this game!).


And, when all else fails to cheer me, I look at this great bowl I got at the thrift store for $2, overflowing with goodness from my garden and I remember how very blessed I am.


P.S. I have arranged for my friend, Joe, to do a guest post here. He is the therapist I met with the other day. He gave me some GREAT advice and strategies and I can already see them working. So, get ready!!

P.P.S. Thank you all for your warm thoughts and comments. It is so good to know I am not alone in this. It helped more than you know.

P.P.P.S. You are my favorites in the whole world. Well next to my husband and kids and family, you know.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

My Playlist

Music is such a huge part of my life. My family is very musical. My Mom and Dad both have beautiful voices and would often sing in Church. My Dad plays the violin and my Mom the piano. I would fall asleep listening to them playing duets together. My sister and I sang at our Grandma's funeral. Music is such a part of me, something so deep ingrained in me. Music can take me to a different time and place.

It comes as no surprise then that I have playlists for different times of my life. When I am feeling mellow and just want to relax, I listen to Alison Kraus, Natalie Merchant, Sarah McLaughlin, Joshua Radin and Yael Naim . When I am feeling creative or am cleaning, I listen to The Mollies, Sara Barielles and Diane Birch. Sometimes I just want my old standard favorites and then it is Billy Joel, Tim McGraw, The Dixie Chicks, Metallica, Aerosmith, and R.E.M.

In August and December though, my playlist changes. I listen to my Emma playlist. This list has evolved over the last (gasp) 6 years. It started with Lullabye by Billy Joel. Then some songs by Josh Groban were added. Several more songs have been added and this is what it is today. When I find a song that fits how I feel about her, I add it. This is my list. These are my songs that take me back to that time and place. They remind me of my sweet girl. They can bring me to tears and make me smile in the same moment.

This is my playlist. These are my Emma songs.

1. To Where You Are -- Josh Groban*
2. You're Still You -- Josh Groban*
3. One More Day -- Diamond Rio
4. I Believe -- Diamond Rio
5. Who You'd Be Today -- Kenny Chesney
6. The Prayer (with Charlotte Church) -- Josh Groban*
7. For Always (with Lara Fabain) -- Josh Groban*
8. If I Could Be Where You Are -- Enya
9. Wintersong -- Sarah McLaughlin
10. Lullaby -- Dixie Chicks
11. Lullabye -- Billy Joel*

*indicates my original playlist

So, if you're wondering what I'm listening to when my heart is breaking, there it is. More often than not though, it is this one. The one I listened to repeatedly and nothing else for 2 months straight. The one that was in my head and heart when I woke up this morning. The one I sang when I found myself alone in an all too quiet house. The one that my children call the Emma song.

This is the soundtrack of my breaking heart.


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