I’ve opened a lot of cans of creativity as a parent. Sometimes creativity pours out of me, coming from seemingly the ether.
Yesterday, I came up with The Germ Shield in an effort to convince Biscuit to stay in bed at night and get more sleep - and allow the Mr. and I to get more sleep.
The Germ Shield is like a knight’s shield. It protects us from germs that make us sick. Things that make our germ shield stronger: sleep, hygiene, healthy food, exercise, etc.
She really bought into it. I think it helps that she was just sick with infections in both ears, possible strep throat, and flu-like bodyaches. She’s better now, but the agony is still fresh.
I always feel good when I can come up with a concept that is easy to explain and easy to repeat.
One morning, my then one-and-a-half-year-old son unlocked the child-safety latch of our bottom bathroom drawer. Upon finding my makeup, he began breathing heavily with excitement and staggering around. What a haul! What loot! Imagine his disappointment when, just as he was about to pry the shiny cap off a red lipstick, I picked him up and carried him out of the bathroom. I didn’t congratulate him on his discovery. I didn’t point him in the direction of the hallway’s white walls and say, “My home is your canvas. Go forth and create.” Instead, I ruined everything.
Before I had children, when I’d go to the grocery store and see a little kid in the cereal aisle screaming and crying, I’d shake my head. Why was it that every time I saw a toddler, he or she was throwing some kind of fit? What could be so difficult about spending the day playing, napping, and eating? Now, after living among their kind, I should apologize. Not to you, but to them. Here’s the sad truth: for toddlers, the world is a rough place full of squelched mysteries, restrained freedoms, and nonsensical commands. I think I’d rather be fourteen again than be a toddler.
What does an old, forgotten Goldfish cracker from the bottom of a car seat taste like? What kind of pattern does yogurt make when it splatters onto the floor? What sound do cookbook pages make as they are torn in half? These and many other great discoveries are often stopped by us, the big people in our toddlers’ lives.
What if you sat down to read the newspaper when suddenly — out of nowhere — some giant swooped down and plopped you in front of a pile of plastic blocks? You’d holler your tush off.
How frustrating! What must it be like to get stopped by a security guard time and time again? To be constantly redirected and rerouted as you tried to go about your day, without an understanding of what you had done wrong? What if you sat down to read the newspaper and drink your coffee when suddenly — out of nowhere — some giant swooped down and plopped you in front of a pile of plastic blocks? You bet you’d protest. You’d holler your tush off.
So what’s the reward for a toddler’s natural curiosity? A little freedom and encouragement? No, just the opposite. Oppression! We pin them to furniture all day long: the stroller, the car seat, the high chair. All of the straps! All of the restraints! How maddening it must be to sit, captive, in front of a tray covered with food you can’t identify or don’t remember liking. No wonder it’s so often tossed to the floor.
And does anyone like being forced to perform for strangers? “Blow a kiss. Clap your hands. Wave ‘bye bye.’ Give Aunt Lisa a high five. Touch your nose. No, not your toes … your nose. Okay, now touch your toes. Blow another kiss. Let’s turn on some music. Dance. Dance!”
Do I need to even mention the language barrier? How much can these chubby-cheeked kids actually understand? Twenty percent? Thirty percent? Two percent? They don’t really understand us. We don’t really understand them. Every day must feel like an endless, torturous game of The $100,000 Pyramid. Anyone can see how badly toddlers want to communicate with the outside world. Does a day go by without a toddler picking up some object and holding it to his or her ear like a telephone? “Lo! Lo! Lo!” my son used to yell into a toy truck. Who was he calling? Was he trying to get help?
Of course, in the end, we parents still have to be the bad cop again and again — and again. Toddlers have to eat. They have to sleep. They can’t run into the street every time they notice an open door or scribble with indelible green marker all over the sofa. But I just want the record to reflect that I feel for them. And, in about fifty or so years, I want the toddlers of today to remember my solidarity with their cause and please treat me with care.
(some bottomline notes from the linked article…)
1. ”If you build up your child’s self-esteem, he’ll behave better.”
bottomline: self-esteem and self-respect come from your child doing things esteemable and respectable. What we all have to learn to do is solve problems and function. Talking about feelings might make things feel better for a brief while, but to change the outcome, you have to change the behavior.
2. “When your child gets upset, angry, or hostile and acts out, talk about his feelings with him.”
bottomline: the goal is to understand how to behave no matter what they feel or why they feel it. Sometimes even adults can’t pinpoint why they feel a certain way. The important thing is the reaction to the feelings.
3. “Kids with performance or behavior problems need different rules - and should be held to different standards.”
bottomline: kids with special needs may have different academic expectations, but everyone is held to the same social expectations.
4. “Severe adolescent phases are a part of life. They’ll pass.”
bottomline: adolescents go through developmental tasks that everyone must learn to be able to move into adulthood - like how to deal with anxiety and frustration. If kids learn that using alcohol, drugs, or abuse are acceptable ways to relieve anxiety, then they won’t be “experimenting,” they’ll be “addicts” and “abusers.” Anxiety and frustration just gets heavier in adulthood.
5. “To make a punishment work, you have to make it really hurt.”
bottomline: punishment without teachable consequences doesn’t help a child learn how to avoid the unacceptable behavior next time.
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Teach your child what his responsibilities are, teach him how to meet them, and then hold him accountable if he doesn’t. The goal is to teach your child how to function successfully in life.
The Bad News about the first few months with a new baby:
it goes by fast.
The Good News about the first few months with a new baby:
it goes by fast.
(those who’ve had colicky, gassy, troubled-tummied, irritable babies will understand)
It’s so easy to get lost in the stress. Stories like this are great reminders to take time to enjoy the moments.
Unfortunately, I have a history of yelling at Biscuit when I get angry or frustrated with her. Honestly, I’m sure I have a future of this behavior as well.
We don’t spank in our house. We do “pop” when it seems like the right teaching tool, but the Mr. and I have such terrible tempers that full-on whippings would probably send us to jail.
So, in moments of complete and utter breakdown of communication, maturity, and teachability, we yell. I’m not proud of this, but I know we’re not alone in this either.
I’m always looking for more patience. And for alternatives to the yelling. Not just alternatives, but preventative measures.
This morning I think I found one, and I wrote it on my hand to remind myself to…

Biscuit hadn’t done anything to frustrate me this morning, yet I found myself completely irritated and louder-than-necessary as we rushed to get her to school on time.
Getting her in the car, I realized what I really needed to ease my irritation wasn’t a booming voice, but a hug. So, I asked her for one and it completely worked!
The ink has already washed away from my hand, but I hope the lesson will remain imprinted on my heart and mind.
I know my behavior is my choice. The trouble is that when I’ve lost my mind to the anger the choices blur. I can’t seem to see any other alternative but to yell. So, the obvious answer is to try to prevent the anger all together.
Take a break, a timeout, a breath, a run… a hug.
Because I get tired of having to apologize for my bad behavior. I get tired of feeling guilty. I get tired of making my little girl cry because I lose control.
I’ve learned a lot of skills as a parent that would help me in Clown College
juggling
tightly packing a little car
thousands of funny faces
juggling
crazy antics to make my kid laugh
acrobatics to avoid toys strewn all over the place
and did I mention juggling?
Biscuit will be 4 in less than two weeks.
At this stage, we get a lot of people that tell us to “enjoy her now.”
This leads to a few thoughts:
1. No matter how much time I spend “enjoying her now,” I will never know if it was “enough” until later, when I get older - when she gets older - and we look back at this time we had together.
2. This repeated commandment leads me to think that all the joy of childrearing comes in the pre-teen / pre-school years.
3. I have a difficult time believing in #2. I have a difficult time believing that there can’t be joy mixed in with every parent’s stressful daily life, no matter how old your child is.
4. Just because my kid is young, doesn’t mean I have less stress than you do, with your tween. Every stage comes with its own trials and with its own thrills.
I think the next time someone says this to me I’ll retort (with a smile): Same to you!