Showing posts with label Parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parenting. Show all posts

Friday, September 14, 2012

Racer


I think it's really cute how on the package of all the Halloween costumes at Toys R' Us, there is a picture of a totally subdued, smiling kid standing perfectly still. HA! Put this racer outfit on any four year old and he'll take off faster then you can say "Smile"! I was laughing as my son ran circles around me while I tried to catch a picture of his new costume! 

What was your favorite costume as a kid?

-DD



Thursday, August 16, 2012

Little White Coat


By Heidi Nickerson
August 14, 2012
For another lost little one.

So soft and white
Lined with satin bows
A little hood with bear ears
Hanging sweetly in the boutique.

I touch the velvety fluff
Pull it off the shelf,
And into my eager arms.
As I clutch it to my chest
The world around me fades,
I no longer stand in the little shop,
I am outside.

And I can see her

A perfect little girl
Sunlight dancing off her golden curls
Toddling toward me in fall leaves
Now she’s
Tripping over her first snow
The wind kissing her cheeks,
Turning them bright pink.
And oh!
The giggles!
 As she
Splashes
Through showers of spring
Tears.
Tears?
A downpour of tears!

I can’t see her anymore!
I can only clutch this coat
And wish…

Wish with all my heart
That this is just a nightmare.
I’m still pregnant
I’m still dreaming
Smiling
Counting the days
The weeks
The months.
Two more days till I can hear the heartbeat.
Three more weeks and I’ll feel the baby kick.
Seven more months and she’ll be here!
I'm busy filling my nest
With baby things
Like this beautiful coat!

A coat she’ll never wear.

She has no need for coats in heaven.
But here on earth, we need coats.
Coats to keep us warm 
When our hearts are bitten with cold.
Coats to keep us dry 
When we are drowning in a fallen ocean of tears.
Coats to hang in the closet for another season
With  pockets to hide a hope in
That we reach into later,
And find a long forgotten smile there.

So soft and white
Her angel wings must be…
So soft and white,
Like this little coat.








Wednesday, April 18, 2012

NO.

I'm a bit behind on this challenge, thanks so much to Jarm Del Boccio for encouraging me not to give up!

To catch up, I'm going to combine Monday and Tuesday N and O into my topic, No.



No is such a powerful word. I have a four year old son, and anyone who has had any contact with a preschooler, understands the power a kid discovers with the word NO! Just the other day as I was returning something to a store my son saw a play table that caught his fancy. As I said "No" to the play table, we were already standing in line, he screamed "No" to cooperate and stand, be quiet, or stay in one place. As a parent, this is a critical moment, to stand strong or just give the kid ten minutes at the play table. Then the word takes on a whole new dynamic in my mind.

"Noooo, stand strong, you'll train him to behave like this if you give in, it will be a living nightmare you've read it in ALL your parenting books!"

"Noooo, give the kid a break, let him have ten minutes, you have ten minutes....

I vacillate for a little while trying not to guess what the other people around me are deducing from my parenting methods. In the end, the "no" to stand my ground wins, I am after all 25 years older than this kid for a good reason. And once we are out to the car and Scotty realizes the battle is lost he gets distracted by the little car he left laying on the seat.

And then, once it's quiet again I find myself contemplating the situation. So, I ask myself,  "Am I so different from this little kid screaming "Nooooo, I want the toys, let's play with the toys" as we're standing in line at the store?"

How many times have I fudged on the family savings plan just a little because, Noooooo, I'm tired of saving, and I really NEED (want) that new shirt?

How many times have I committed to a healthier lifestyle and yet scream "Nooo, I want that piece of cheesecake, NOW" when I'm out to dinner with my husband?

"Nooooo, I don't want to finish this blog challenge I am SO busy (even though I committed to do this)"

"Noooo, I don't want to clean the bathrooms." They are disgusting by the way, I'm still fighting over that one.

Who is in charge? Me, or that inner child who wants or doesn't want everything now, the queen of no, the master of justification? How is she being parented? What am I training HER to act like?

Just a thought.
-Domestic Diva

Saturday, April 7, 2012

G is for Gone.

See this and many more of my paintings at my etsy shop here!

Kids say the funniest things when they are trying to figure something out. My son, who turned four this week, is currently trying to process where daddy has disappeared off to for the last few months....



"Daddy's on a sub-ma-mine."
"Are there sharks?"
"Can we go get him?"
"He's in the ocean?"
"Daddy has the i-pod? On the sub-ma-mine, in the ocean?"
"Are there monsters on the sub-ma-mine?"
"Are there monsters in the ocean?"
"Is he lost?"
"Can I swim over there and give him a hug?"

Mommy: "So, sonny, what is daddy's job on the submarine, what do you think he's doing?"
Scotty: "He's jumping on a trampoline!"
Mommy: "Daddy is jumping on a trampoline, on a submarine?"
Scotty: "Yes, in the ocean."

Mommy: "Do you miss your daddy?"
Scotty: "Yeah, he's on a sub-ma-mine"
Mommy: "Do you want to play with daddy?"
Scotty: "Yeah, but he's on a sub-ma-mine."
Mommy: "Do you think daddy gets to play on the submarine?"
Scotty: "Yeah. He plays with Lightening McQueen."
Mommy: "Scotty, do you wish you were on the submarine with daddy?"
Scotty: "No, Scotty has to go to gymnasitcs."

We love you daddy! 
We miss you! 
Come home soon!

-DD











Thursday, December 1, 2011

Miscarriage.


















"Little Heart"

My heart echos into stillness
There is no answer to its steady beat
It calls in vain to one who is not there
That faint cry of one so small,
Too small for me to see
Too small for me to hold
But not too small, for my heart to feel.

And now my heart is lonely
And cries, looking for that lost sound
That little heart that calls back to its mother
In its own quick beat of new life,
But it answers no more.

Such tremendous loss
For such a tiny heart
A heart that beats from heaven now
And knows that mine must stop,
Before we're united again.

-HD Nickerson Nov. 27, 2011

Monday, November 7, 2011

Miracles never cease

My Beloved Firstborn,


Yesterday...You were a baby.


Today, you are a little boy.

Tomorrow, you'll be a big brother!

Well, actually, it will take nine months.
But it will feel like the bounce of a ball.
The pop of a bubble.
The leap of a frog.
The splash of a puddle.

And then a little bundle.

You will feel all sorts of things,
Curious
Happy
Tired
Furious
Laughy
Riled
Helpful
Quiet
Loud
Jealous
Excited
And proud.
Your feelings are okay,
And you can tell me and daddy about them all.

Sometimes the baby will cry.
Sometimes you will cry.
Sometimes mommy will cry!
Other times you will laugh, 
Or do something that will make the baby happy
Then the two of you will start having fun together!

And, if you choose it, 
There will be love.
There will be a friend for all eternity
Who will always look up to you,
Just because
You are their big brother.

I love you son.
I hope that one day,
You will feel grateful 
To this new baby for making you a brother,
The way I feel grateful to you,
For making me a mother.

Love always,
"Ma mas"










Friday, July 8, 2011

Golden moment #39 A laugh, for July 7

Yesterday, my three year old walked into my bedroom as I was dressing. He caught me without my shirt on. Before I could say a word, he pointed wide eyed to my breasts and with a big smile exclaimed:

"Nursers! Babies drink ma-ma's nursers!"

I couldn't help but laugh and say "Yes, Scotty, those are mommy's 'nursers' and babies do drink from them, very good!"

My son has been weened weened himself about six months ago, and though he's never expressed interest or even memory of going back to nursing, he has observed his Aunt nursing her new baby. Every time she nurses with him around I explain to him that babies get milk from their mommy's breast, and it's called nursing. When he was a baby, he nursed too. That is how he got his food. Now he is a big boy, and he can eat all sorts of things his baby cousin can't eat. He can drink chocolate milk, and eat apples and carrots and cheese!

He's taken this all in with silence, so to hear him put it all together yesterday caught me by surprise and delighted me! What a sweet golden moment.

-DD

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Golden Moment #25 A reality check

I had a golden moment today in the realization that my life is so not perfect, but I'm happy anyway. I love people who are brave enough to confess the not so perfect moments in their life too, it keeps things real and it helps me feel not so alone out there is this big wide mommy world, which sometimes feels not so big and wide but rather confined to the 1,400 square feet I clean all day. So here is my moment of sharing life's little imperfections. I could probably tell you about a million stories, but they are most likely the same as yours (with slight variation). The point to this is, we are all in this together. You are not alone, I'm here too.

 And you know what, my kid looks a lot like yours when  eating spaghetti.


















Or refurbishing your desk....(right before the family photo-shoot you scheduled at SEARS-of course.)


















Or getting into your ribbon collection,


















Or grabbing a snack while you take a shower.














No wonder I don't have time to pick up my art room.














Oh yes, being his mommy is a daily adventure!


















And it is the greatest adventure in the world.


















-The Domestic Diva

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Golden moment #23 A day at the park

My son LOVES the park. In fact, he loves the park so much that when the time comes for us to leave, he throws a HUGE fit. He screams NOOOOO! And kicks and flails if you try and carry him, much of the time I resort to basically dragging him home (if we are in walking distance of the house) if we've gone away to play getting him to stay in his car-seat is basically a nightmare. So, I hesitate taking him to the park. I know it will be a struggle to get him to leave, so I always sort of dread that part of the experience.

But today the sun was shining, it was warm and even I wanted to go to the park. I decided to try a new approach to this, whole experience. My son is three and in my heart of hearts I feel like he knows what I'm talking about and telling him to do, it's just getting him to want to comply that is the issue. So today, before we left I crouched down, with my hand on the door handle, our shoes on, keys in my hand and said

"Scotty, we are about to go to the park and you are so excited aren't you!?" He gave me an antsy smile "Before we leave, I need you to tell me that when it's time to come home again, you will listen to mommy and come right home without throwing a fit, can you do that?"

"Yes!" He said eagerly.

"Okay! I smiled, "Let's go!"


















As expected Scotty had an amazing fun time at the park. About ten minutes before it was time to leave I gave him a little heads up. "We are going to leave in about ten minutes." He just kept playing happily. After I counted 100+ blessings in my head, I let him know it was time to leave. I got the dreaded "NO!" as a response. I walked over to him and smiled then said "I know you want to keep playing, but it's time to go. You can go down the slide one more time, while you do that, I'll start walking home, you can join me after you go down the slide."

He went down the slide, I started walking home...S...L....O....W.....L....Y.....And as soon as I saw him walk toward me I crouched down, threw open my arms and before he could do otherwise exclaimed "Thank you for LISTENING!" He ran into my arms and held my hand, on our walk home we talked about how much fun he'd had, and how excited I was to bring him to the park again because he'd listened.

I don't know if any of you readers out there have a spirited, independent, strong willed toddler like mine, but this moment was absolutely AMAZING moment for me as a parent, and Scott! This was PURE gold people, this was awesome!

-DD

Golden Moment De-tour, A list of ways to dissolve anger in the heat of the moment

I just read a really fantastic article from this blog: The Peacefull Housewife She listed 101 things to do when you feel like you are going to have a mommy meltdown! I loved all of her ideas, but I found as I was reading, that some ideas are fantastic for "Heat of the moment" anger control, and others were better for "De-stressing", or after math regrouping. Often, what I need is a mood shifter RIGHT now or by golly I just don't know what the consequences will be. So I put together a list of my own that focuses more on the "Heat of the moment" actions one can take to circumvent those less than stellar mommy moment meltdowns. Some, can be used in public, while others would be more effective at home,  but all of them are pretty anger dissolving tools. I know this because I have in-fact used each of these at least once in my three years of parenting experience. I'm sure I'll be able to give you an even more impressive list by the time my son is 30.

Be CREATIVE!

- Sing out your frustration! See Parenting With Puccini for a fun description of this one!

-If you are at home get out a piece of paper and have your kids draw out their feelings, sit down and do it with them, my mom still has pictures my sister and I drew to describe how we felt when we were angry at each other!

- Get out the play dough and kneed, pull, rip, tear, and smash together. While expressing your frustrations in this safe way, you are also giving your child attention and play which is often what they are crying for when they act out.

-Talk it out. It doesn't matter if your child is following what you are saying or not, you are talking to calm yourself. I have done this in restaurants "Scotty, your running around and refusing to sit at the table is very frustrating to your dad and I, not to mention embarrassing since I think everyone is judging me, what do you need from me so that you can calm down?" I have done this to save myself from exploding, just the other day in fact, it went like this "Scotty, when you ran out of the store just now with the curious George video it classified as stealing, I can not permit you to do that, let's walk back right now and put it on the shelf where it belongs". You will be amazed at how talking intelligently to yourself like this can calm you down.

Be FLEXIBLE

-Consider stopping what you are doing. I know we feel that it is our right to do the dishes when we want to, or talk on the phone, or write our blog, or watch HGTV, or go shopping, but your child believes it is their right to have your undivided attention ALL the time. I'm not suggesting that from now on you let your child run your life, or determine what and when you will do what you need or want to do, but I am suggesting you be flexible enough to step back every now and then and ask yourself if you are willing to let go of what you are doing right now to meet the needs of your child, and go play! Or shop later! Remember, you are an adult, and they are a child, their whole world is YOU, and sometimes, you need to just get off the phone and go play tag, especially if they are nagging you for the attention.

-Must you really INSIST they wear that shirt, or eat that food? Sometimes, yes, but most of the time, no.
Let it go. You'll both be happier in an instant.

Get PHYSICAL

-Jump up and down! Seriously, as high as you can, just JUMP, stomp your feet, growl, scream, go ahead, just don't direct it AT your child. They know the difference, go to your room if you have to.

-Shake your hands out

-Punch a pillow

-Scream into a pillow

-Take your kids to the park and RUN, play chase!

-Force yourself to smile

-Try to laugh

-Square breathe. This is a beautiful technique I used often as a vocalist. If it can calm a soloist before singing the Pie Jesu Solo in front of 1,000 people with a full orchestra at the Washington Center, it can calm the mother of a screaming toddler. Here's how it works:

Breathe in 5 counts (Through your nose)
Hold the breath 5 counts
Release the breath 5 counts (On a Shhhhhhhhh)
Hold the breath 5 counts
Repeat until you are calm.

Get HELP!

-I have both called friends to cry and been the friend on the phone to a crying friend. You are not alone, and people want to help you! Allow them to help you.

-This is not an "In the moment" response, but get yourself a family counselor

-If he is around ask the hubby for help. I don't get this option very often, being a submariners wife but when I need his help and he's around I certainly don't hesitate to engage his assistance!

-Read, read, read-I LOVE parenting books and articles, I read something everyday, it keeps me sane and it reminds me I'm not alone. I have been known to pick up an article right in the heat of mommy anxiety. My mom loves the story of when she came into my art room and saw me at the computer and my toddler pulling all of my art supplies out of their neat little compartments and throwing them across the room.

"Umm, Heidi, my mom said cautiously "Is it okay that Scotty is making a mess out of your art supplies?"

"If he is occupied long enough for me to finish this parenting article, yes" I answered

We both sort of paused at that moment and just started laughing. That is life! You learn AS YOU GO!

Be aware of your THINKING!


-Before you FELT angry you had a thought. Sure, you may say "My son made me SO angry when he dumped all the Juice in the fridge on the kitchen floor!" But it's not the spilled juice that made you angry, it was your THOUGHTS about the spilled juice. Thoughts like "He should not have done that" "That juice represents lost money" "Now I have to clean this all up". The truth is, you can choose not to be upset about that dumped out juice. Honestly, ten minutes ago I was in this very situation. I'm busy writing this blog, I thought my son was watching Thomas happily eating the snack I gave him, but low and behold I walked out to check on him and he'd dumped out three containers of juice from the fridge. But instead of getting mad I thought, "It's just juice, and at least it's not on the carpet. Then I handed Scotty a towel. And he went to clean it up. I didn't say a word. He knows.

-I know that sometimes, the thoughts and feeling of angry feel simultaneous and you almost can not distinguish the two, I've been there too. When this happens, recognize that the feeling of anger is a red flag, and look at your thoughts. Replace the angry thought. Scripts as our family calls them, are so powerful. "You make me so angry" is a script. Like a line a play-write gives a character. You are giving the character (you) lines all day everyday. Give yourself a line that HELPS you, instead of makes you feel angry. Here are some of my favorites, I try and remind myself of when I find myself in a place of emotional response.

"There's nothing wrong here."

I will say this until I believe it. Your mind will fight this, you have an ideal that you hold, a vision of how your child should act, and how YOU should parent. But life does not always give us ideals, the trick is to be okay despite the imperfection. We want ideals because we believe they will bring us joy. And often they do, but as your three year old lays on the floor and cries because they want Curious George, you have the power to smile and say to yourself "There is nothing wrong with this behavior". It' how your child is choosing to express themselves in that moment, as long as you don't engage in their behavior by thinking it should be different, you have the power, the patience and the peace to shift your emotions. And remember, no negative emotion can sustain itself for a long period of time. I have watched my son throw massive fits, cry, scream, bite, kick and fight for 45 minutes straight while I watched, empathized as I needed to, and waited. Then in an instant, as quickly as it began, he will stop. There is nothing wrong here. Everything is as it should be. He is learning, and so am I. There is nothing wrong here.

-Another perspective I love to remind myself of is the 3 minute, 3 hours, 3 days, 3 years perspective. There's a great book on this called 10-10-10 by Suzy Welch. Basically, you ask yourself if this will matter in the next ten minutes, ten months, and ten years. I love to apply this to parenting as well, especially in the heat of the moment, in most cases the whole thing will have blown over in the next three minutes. Really.

-Count. Sweet, simple, effective. There's a reason you hear this advice OVER and OVER and OVER. It shifts our thoughts and focuses our mind on something else.

-Consider your child's perspective. This is what we know as empathy, but have you ever considered having empathy for the fact that your child has only been exposed to emotion for a few short years? They are trying to process and figure out their mind and thoughts with just a few short years of experience. Look how hard it can be for us, and we are adults!

-They heard you, don't tell them again. Children don't need to be told to do anything more than three times, less if they are older. (My 3 year old really only needs to be told once) More than that and it turns into nagging, no one likes that. As you tell your child over and over to do something they can easily tune you out. Children are smart, they know the drill. Try these approaches.

"I see you spilled some juice, here is a towel."

After you've set the table and called the family sit down at the table.

When you go out to the car, let your child open the door and get in their seat.

Have a clean up song you sing when it's time to pick up toys instead of asking them to help, just start cleaning and singing, they will join you.

I could go on and on with examples, the point is to consider the child's innate desire to choose when and how they will do things, find ways to guide them to choose internally what you need them to do versus telling them what to do all the time, over and over again.

-As your child is dilly dallying remind yourself "I have all the time in the world". Kids pick up on our stress and anxiety, the bigger the hurry the more inclined they feel to take their own sweet time. As you wait, count your blessings, or day dream over your dream kitchen. Your tot will come around, without your coercion.

-Once while I was driving, my son wiggled his way out of his car-seat, I quickly pulled over and wanted to scream at him to tell him how dangerous that behavior was. He was angry at me and throwing an impressive fit. As I pulled over, I calmed myself down by saying "There is no emergency here". This is a powerful script when your fight or flight mode gets engaged. It's easy to rage in this high emotion state, calm yourself by saying over and over, "There is no emergency here".


Make it a GAME!

-What child doesn't love games, I have turned many "NO! NO! NOOOOO's!" into yes's as soon as I turned it into a game. "You can pretend to be daddy and open the car and put your Snowbear in his carseat! Oh, I think Snowbear is lonely in that seat, can you sit with him?"

"Mommy can't open the door when you kick it, oh no, try knocking and see what happens?" (We have an issue with kicking doors in our home.)

"How fast can your truck drive your folded laundry into your bedroom?"

Try it, it's FUN! Really!

-Mirror their behavior, in a fun lighthearted, humerus way. Sometimes, seeing mom kicking and screaming is enough to jolt a child into the moment and get them to go along with you. If you are not in the proper mood this can look demeaning, and there is a difference between humor and condescension, so be careful with this one.



DON'T GIVE UP!


Never forget that the Lord sent YOUR child to YOU, because you are a perfect match. You are meant to be this child's parent. Trust that the Lord knows your heart and the heart of your child and together you two will figure things out and be just fine. Only you know what is best for you child. Be open to ideals, and hold a vision of the parent you want to be, but keep in mind that the ultimate goal is joy. To be a joyful parent, raising joyful children! The face of your parenting approaches are evolving and changing on a momentary basis, and that is a good thing! It means we are all growing. You will get angry, but let that be a flag to you! Let it alert you to the need to shift your thoughts and actions so you and your child can be in a place of joy again soon.

I am a mom just like you. I have lost my temper, I have given my kid a little swat, I have dragged him out of stores kicking and screaming, I have yelled, I have run into my bedroom slamming the door behind me crying tears of anger and frustration, I have wondered if I am cut out to be a mom, I have wondered what my mom thinks of my parenting, my mother in law, my neighbors, the mom at church with five kids all folding their arms reverently during prayer while my child runs ecstatically from pew to pew, I've changed poopy diapers and then went and threw up because I had the flu and my husband was deployed, I'm there with you, you are not alone. We are all doing the best we know how. We are all trying to figure out what works to bring us and our families joy. You will have great days, and not so stellar days, and whether you just had a parenting triumph or a parenting flop, it is all for the good of your experience. Now you can grow. You can choose something different. You can have empathy when you see a mom with three tots running amok carrying five grocery bags and a crying baby, you can carry her groceries and assure her she is just where she needs to be, all is right in her world, there is nothing wrong here, and even in this harried, chaotic moment, there is joy to be found, contrast to be felt, and the wonder of LIFE to be experienced!

I wish you joy in your parenting journey.
In the fits of tears
in the diapers
in the hugs
in the smiles
in the laughter
in the screaming
in the curls
in the messes
in the naps
in all the wonder
in all the frustration
in all the love,

The Domestic Diva.





Sunday, May 8, 2011

Happy Mother's Day


                                                                     Everything I am
                                                                     All I come to be
                                                                     I owe to one who's heart,
                                                                     With every beat
                                                                     Loves me

                                                                     I live my life each day
                                                                     With a vision pure and clear
                                                                     Of who I want to be,
                                                                     It is you, my mother dear.








Thursday, December 9, 2010

Parenting with Puccini

  "THUMP!!! THUMP!!! THUMP!!!!KICK!! KICK!!! KICK!!!! KICK!!!!!
This is what it sounds like whenever I close a door behind me. It doesn't matter what I do, if a door clicks closed with Scott on the outside, the next thing I hear is Scott kicking that door with all his might in relentless repetition.  It is frustrating to say the least. I'm sure I'm not the first mother to cry in exasperation "Just let me pee in peace, CHILD!" But alas, no matter how I respond to the situation, it is a phase he is holding onto for dear life. The other day, in an effort to deal with the situation, I did what I know best, I sang to him. I really wanted to scream, but instead I opted for opera. This resulted in one of my more stellar moments as a mom.

I watched as my son stared up at me in utter shock and surprise as I opened the door mid kick, swung my arms out wide above him as if greeting a grand audience and started singing in full voice "Mi struggoe mi tormento! O Scotty, stop kicking the door!"

An excerpt from "O Mio Babbino Caro" by Puccini, whose line translates to "I struggle, I'm tormented!" And then my addition, and admonition to stop kicking the door. Good news is, he stopped kicking the door. However, I do wonder if he will grow up to have an unexplained aversion to "O Mio Babbino Caro".... 

DD
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