Category Archives: Imperfection

Never Be Embarrassed of Your Parenting or Your Child

Before you become a parent, you may visualize what it will be like to hold your baby. You may wonder what it will feel like to know that there is someone to love unconditionally. You may even imagine sweet hugs and tender kisses from your angelic cherub that you know you will accept no matter what.

But, there are some things you never visualize. It’s the moments you never see on television or in the movies. It’s the part no one likes to admit or talk about. The times you not only want, but need to lock yourself  in the bathroom in order to regain your composure. The moments you secretly wonder what you did wrong to create such a monster. The moments you feel sad or angry or overwhelmed or just plain tired. The moments you feel disappointed - not so much in your child, but in yourself because surely this is all your fault right? If only you were a better mother. If only you could have anticipated the meltdown. If only you had instilled more of a sense of discipline, or maybe you were too strict?

These thoughts are normal. There isn’t a mother or father alive who hasn’t doubted their parenting. So, if these feelings and experiences are normal, then why aren’t we talking about it more. Why are we left alone to cope with these moments? Why do we stare at the mother with the child collapsing in the middle of Target and judge? Where is the support? Where is the understanding?

And why the hell are we so embarrassed? THIS IS NORMAL. This is life – an imperfect journey with perfectly imperfect children.

Yet, I see it all the time. A parent comes to pick-up his or her child from my daycare and the child begins to melt down. The child screams, flails, hits and collapses in a heap of tears for no apparent reason. Maybe the child is exhausted from a long day. Maybe the child is in the middle of a fun game and isn’t ready to be interrupted. Maybe the idea of transitioning is stressful for that child.  Or maybe there is no discernible reason other than being so elated to see Mommy and Daddy that their emotions take over.

The parents are usually at a loss. They often get that embarrassed look in their eyes and try to reason with their child. They try to find a solution or coax their child back. They shake their heads and I sympathize. It is so hard being a parent. Sometimes there isn’t a solution. Sometimes you just have to ride it out and stand your ground. But, you should never be made to feel embarrassed for yourself or for your children. You should never alter your parenting style just because you have an audience. It’s okay to reprimand your child in front of others or give a time-out. It’s okay to just allow your child to scream in a corner. It’s okay to hug it out or simply pick-up your child and go flailing and all.

There is no steadfast rule on the best way to parent, so you have to be true to you and to your child, whether you have an audience or not.

This is something I have had to work through myself. I always have an audience when I parent. My daycare parents watch me with my children and I am always acutely aware that I am being observed. That my actions are observed because they are representative of how I treat their children. I have learned not to censor my parenting. I have learned that I cannot be afraid to parent in front of others. I cannot get embarrassed because this is reality. My children are not perfect. My children push my buttons and cry and whine and fight and say no. My children have emotions and that is okay. I have emotions and that is okay as well.

Just this morning, my seven-year-old son had a major meltdown as the bus was approaching because I wouldn’t allow him to bring his Easter candy to school as a snack. He tried to sneak the candy in his book bag and I caught him, so I took it away. He screamed, cried, and got angry with me. I stood my ground and was stern, but definitive with him. I was not going to allow him to miss his bus (which is one of his favorite things to attempt). All this happened while a daycare parent watched, but I knew I wasn’t being judged. She was helping me watch for the bus. She was kind and understanding.

This is what we should all do for each other. We should all be more forgiving with ourselves and with others. We should support each other, so there is no need to feel embarrassed. Most importantly, we should realize that this is just part of the job. It is a difficult one with many rewards, but no true reward comes without a struggle. If it did, we wouldn’t appreciate the quiet snuggles before bedtime, the unexpected hugs, or squeals of delight.

Do you get embarrassed when your child melts down in front of others? Do you censor your parenting when you have an audience? Have you ever felt judged by others? Please leave a comment or join the discussion on the Tiny Steps Mommy Facebook page.

 

Are You Using Fear in Parenting?

I do not like when fear is used as a form of control on children. Real life is scary enough, so to fill our children’s heads with stories of boogie men and bad guys seems cruel and unnecessary. Yet, as parents there is this fine line that is hard to balance. We want to protect our children and keep them safe from the many dangers that exist, but we don’t want our children to grow-up believing that there is more bad than good in the world (at least I don’t).

I swore I would never use fear as a parenting tactic. I grew up in a time when children were taught to fear all strangers and to constantly look over their shoulders when walking down the street. I remember believing and/or fearing that I would be kidnapped or raped every time I walked anywhere alone. As a child and well into my teens I remember feeling perpetually scared of something. And even now as an adult I grip my keys and race to my car if I am walking alone after dark – regardless of the neighborhood.

I recognize that being fearful is part of my personality and I am not trying to place all the blame on my upbringing. I am the first to admit that I sleep with a night-light, I will not ride roller coasters, and if I ever “jump” out of an airplane please know I was pushed because I would never willingly make this choice.

I do not want my children to share my fears. Nor do I not want to lean on fear as my only way to parent my children. Yet, despite my best intentions I have caught myself using fear in my parenting. I cringe every time I catch myself, but truth be told I do not think it can be avoided completely. And sometimes desperation makes you rely on the only thing you know.

When my kids first hid from me in the middle of a store my heart started racing and I called out to them in a high-pitched shaky voice. In my head all my childhood “stranger danger” fears leaped to the surface and moments before losing it completely I heard the muffled laughs. I grabbed my children, hugged them and then looked them in the face and told them with the sternest voice I could muster to never do that again because a stranger might take them. Their eyes opened wide and I could see the seed planted. They didn’t say anything in that moment, but later on before bed the questions started.

“Why would someone take us? How do you know there are bad guys?”

I hated myself for planting that seed. For ruining their innocence. For using fear simply because I was fearful.

I did my best to answer their questions honestly. I explained that I was scared. That I thought they were lost. That there are people out there who do terrible things and my job is to keep them safe, but that they do not have to worry. I told them that there are more good people than bad, but that children have to be careful and stay close to their parents just in case.

I know I could have handled that situation better. I know I could have chosen better words, but this is the fine line I am talking about. The line I struggle with at times.

I will never tell my children, as I was once told by a distant relative who was babysitting me, that the boogie man will take them away if they misbehave. But, I have to teach them to be vigilant because there are real dangers out there. So, I struggle with what is right and I struggle because I do not like seeing those seeds of fear grow.

So what do you say to your children? Has your child ever opened the front door and stepped outside without asking? Has your child ever answered a knock at the door before you were even downstairs? Has your child ever run toward a strange dog? Has your child ever engaged in a conversation with a stranger? How about running away from you in a public place or across a street?

These are the situation when we as parents are tested. When we have to ask: Is it really a terrible thing if our instinct to protect our children is to teach fear? Is some fear healthy? How much is too much? Are you using fear in parenting and is it ever okay?

Please tell me what you think by leaving a comment below. I believe this is a conversation we should have as parents.

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Do You Struggle to Gain Perspective?

We all have moments of doubt and fear. Doubts about whether or not we are on the right path. Fears that we aren’t doing enough – for our children, for ourselves, for our communities, for our families. I’m not ready to discuss every reason why yet, but this year has forever changed what I complain about, fear, and doubt. It’s unbelievable what I, and most people, take for granted. But, it is even more unbelievable how many things change when you gain a new perspective. Sometimes this is a good thing, but sometimes it gets confusing.

You would think that my new view on life means that I don’t sweat the little inconsequential things like getting older, yet for a short time last month I experienced an unexpected sense of anxiety about turning 35. I understood intellectually that 35 is young. That I am in my prime. That I am blessed to have my children and that I have no regrets about my path in life.  But, it seems that my new perspective actually made me more fearful of the unknowns that come into play as you age.  And these unknowns scare the hell out of me.

I wish I had all the answers. I wish I could say that I have a good perspective on everything, but this is not true. I still struggle with gaining perspective as a mother and a wife. Perspective is a simple enough concept, but it’s hard to remember, especially when we are in the middle of a situation.

When I get frustrated with my oldest son for not communicating enough, or the six-year-old for ignoring my repeated requests to clean-up his toys, or my daughter for fighting me about her wardrobe, or the baby for biting yet another child for my attention it’s hard not to feel defeated. It’s hard not to feel ganged up on or like I am doing something wrong. But, what helps is breathing and trying to remember how blessed I am to have four healthy, loving, well-adjusted children in my life and to remember that what is happening is normal.

Perhaps this is why I love the world of social media and blogging. Through the words and voices of other people I learn that my struggles and complaints are really commonplace. Mothers across the globe are dealing with the same struggles. In fact, mothers are facing much harder struggles. My everyday gripes pale in comparison to the mothers caring for terminally ill children, or mothers without access to simple medications we take for granted, or mothers searching for food to feed their children, or a place to call home. And this is happening here in the United States. Imagine what mothers in third world countries struggle with everyday.

Again, perspective.

I am not saying that everyday doubts and fears are trivial. Or that I’m not allowed to get frustrated or dip my toe into the pool of self-pity from time-to-time, or even freak out about turning 35. I am saying that when you take the time to see the whole picture, you can always find the reasons not to dive into that pool head first. It may just take a little extra effort to get there.

Do you struggle with gaining perspective? Do you get so caught up in the details that you forget to look at the bigger picture? Please leave a comment or join the discussion on the Tiny Steps Mommy Facebook page.