Kirk and I are actively learning Spanish and Kirk has been really good about trying to teach the kids.  For example, whenever he and Riley are hanging out they practice the Spanish word for “help me” which is ayudame pronounced i-u-duh-may. So Kirk and I got a pretty good laugh when the other night Kirk asked Riley to say ayudame and she replied, “No!  You’re a dummy ”

 

What I learned this week:

This week's lessons

1.  My son would rather be hungry during the day than pack a snack/lunch for school.  He specifically asks me to bring his lunch that he made when I pick him up as he’s going to be hungry.  Apparently he doesn’t want to take that extra step of putting his lunch/snack in his backpack.  This is all fine when I pick him up from school, however there are days that I don’t pick him up and those are the days he chooses to pack his lunch.

2.  My son prefers that I manage his homework schedule.  With fabulous insight from Vicki Hoefle, I was able to have a conversation with my son about homework.  The conversation went like this:

Me “Rip when we get home I would like to have a conversation with you about how to manage your homework.”

Rip “Can we have the conversation now?”

Me “Yes.  I want to know how you would like to manage getting your homework done each week.”

Rip “I don’t know.”

Me “I would love to have your input.  However, if I get to decide how your homework is managed, it is going to go like this:  As soon as you get home you will do all your homework.  Once the homework is done, I will check it for errors.  If there are any errors, you will get to correct them.  Then I will watch you put your homework in your folder, your folder in your backpack.  At that point you will be able to play, have snacks.”

Rip “Sounds good to me.”

Me “Ok”

As soon as we got home, we pulled out the homework, he got it done and all was good.  I’m not really sure what to do with this, but it is only day one.  Interesting things may happen next week.  We’ll just have to wait and see.

Zen Parenting

I am so happy to report that I managed to get through the morning routine without going into the rabbit hole.  No yelling, no getting tense, just kept moving – even though my lovely son was not moving forward.

I’m not sure how I finally found this pleasantly peaceful place, especially since I had minimal sleep with my 3 year old daughter sawing some serious logs all night long, but I found it and I don’t ever want to leave.

The morning started out with a thought that I was going to have radical faith in my son that he could get up and get ready for school.  I seriously kept chanting in my head “he can do it, I know he can.”  Nothing but positive thoughts flowing through the brain this morning.

Rip didn’t get ready.  As a matter of fact he didn’t even get out of bed until 5 minutes before it was time to leave.  He started going down a path of whiny, crying about breakfast.  I remained firm and kind.  Offered up a couple of options (fruit bar or fiber bar), put his clothes in the car, and walked Rip to the car.  Ride to school was pleasant.  Rip got dressed in the car outside of school (no that did not phase him).  And it wasn’t until I was kissing him goodbye that he asked about his ‘stuff’.  I asked if he brought his snack/lunch/backpack, he replied no and with minimal sadness, but more importantly, he didn’t freak out!  I told him I’d be happy to bring him a sandwich when I picked him up and he seemed OK with that.  And then I left for home/work.

I am so excited that even though the morning did not go as I hoped, it went smoothly and without any yelling or tears.  Ahhh, feels so good!

 

Riley:  3 years old and manages to get herself ready in the morning with very minimal help (sometimes I have to help open the tube of toothpaste).  Anyhow, she also loves clothes and the other night we received a bag of clothes from a friend.  Riley systematically pulled each piece of clothing out, examined it and then put it away in her room.  Here is a snapshot of her wearing one of her new ‘outfits’

Riley's New Outfit

Homework Strikes Again!

My blood pressure skyrockets as soon as I hear the word ‘homework’.  Pretty sure it’s going to be the death of me.  And no, I don’t have homework, but my son does.  It’s not hard homework.  In the grand scheme of things, it’s not even a lot of homework.  But it is homework, and it’s homework that isn’t getting done.  That statement right there has me getting anxious.

Homework has been a struggle since day 1 of Rip’s school career – all of 1.5 years now.  Yes, every week in kindergarten there was homework.  Every week Kirk and I, the very responsible parents that we are, fought with Rip about getting the homework done.  And we did this most, if not all, of last year.

This year, I started out the same way.  “Yes Rip, you can have a snack, as soon as you get your homework done”  “All you have to do is 2 pages of homework each night and you are good to go”  “Playtime is for after homework time” I even started recruiting Rip’s friends to tell him that he had to do his homework.  No matter what, it inevitably ended up in some kind of a fight.

Finally a few weeks ago I had a conversation with a friend of mine about homework.  In my head I know what I want to do:  let Rip figure this out.  It’s his homework, he gets to figure out when/how he wants to do it.  He’s in first grade…it’s not about the homework, but about what it’s going to take for Rip to want to participate fully in his learning experience.  We need to get this right now so when he hits the tougher years, this won’t be a struggle.  Got it.  Sounds so good in theory.  So frickin’ hard in practice.

My friend, who has gone through this exact same thing with her son, reminded me about the ABCDE exercise.  Quite a simple name, but not a simple matter.  Basically, I have beliefs about doing homework. And I DO!  Based on my experience, I believe that if Rip doesn’t start doing his homework now, he’s going to do exactly what I did – cheat my way through high school, have not idea what to do with a college education, be rather unfocused and scattered with regards to a career.

What the ABCDE exercise does is take all those beliefs I have (based on my experiences) and rewrite the story into one that makes more sense, something that is more reasonable, something that will let me focus on observing Rip and figuring out what it will take for Rip to want to participate more fully in his education.

Serious Irresponsibility

 

So my old story is all about Rip not learning or taking advantage of school and just being mediocre at whatever he ends up doing.  Being unfocused in life. Being irresponsible.  Being lazy.  Feeling like he could have done more with his life if his parents had just shown him the way.

 

 

My new story goes a little like this:

  • Rip, smarty pants that he is, does not like to do his homework after school because he is dog tired.
  • He really needs some down time to play and get re-energized after a long day of hard learning.
  • I know he is learning at school because of everything he tells us.  As a matter of fact, he is learning stuff that we didn’t even know about!
  • Who knows what he will do for a career but Rip LOVES to learn so I’m sure he will be successful at whatever he decides to do.

Now my next step is to really absorb this new story and start noticing:  what he does really well, what is his learning style.  Once I can really take hold of the new story,  I believe that we may be able to move forward and I can stop worrying about whether or not homework is going to kill me.

Last night and this morning were ugly.  We managed to get out of the hole enough last night and attempt a ‘do over’ but this morning I went right back into the hole, deeper than ever.  I’m going to use this post to remind myself of what an amazing child have and have that help me change my attitude/actions towards him…especially after he said these things to me this morning:

“everything I do makes you mad at me”

“I can’t do anything right”

Yep, I have NOT been parenting from my best.  Jumped straight out of DNSN, which if I want to be honest, I did not do so well either, and into the rabbit hole.  Ok, here’s my reminder of what an amazing son I have.

My son is hands down one of the best big brother’s I know.  He constantly loves on his sister, tries to teach her things, encourages her to play with him and won’t let other people pick on her.

Snow Day in Southern California

My son is loving.  He loves to cuddle with me in the morning and have some fun conversations about anything.

My son is smart.  He is book smart beyond my wildest dreams.  He loves to read and absorbs everything.  He then likes to turn around and teach his parents about what he just learned.

My son is creative.  He has an imagination that can take you into outer space to fight crazy aliens and then land at the bottom of the ocean to swim with the fish.  He can pick up a blank piece of paper and draw a machine that will some day rule the world.

My son is capable.  When he puts his mind to doing something, he works at it until he masters it.

My son counts.  This family would NOT be whole without him.

Ahhh…now to start over again.  I’m staying out of the deep, dark, ugly rabbit hole today!

#Fail!

#Fail!

Enhancing Relationship Strategies #Fail!  Wouldn’t call it an epic fail, but fail nonetheless.

The morning started out all good and then I decided I wanted to get Einstein Bagels for breakfast.  Everyone had woken up on their own WAY early so in my mind, there wasn’t going to be a problem getting ready and out he door in time.  I tried to set the stage:

Mom:  Hey kids, if we can get ready by 8am we can eat breakfast at Einstein Bagels.

Kids:  Yea!!  Alright!

So, there you go, we’re all in agreement and there are 45 minutes left for the kids to get ready.  They were dressed already so really, it shouldn’t be a problem.  AND, right at that moment I should have pulled out the tape to help keep my mouth shut.  I didn’t and here is how I failed:

Reminding:  reminded Rip that he was responsible for making his lunch/snack;  reminded Rip that we would not be coming home after bagels so if he wanted to take his backpack, he needed to get it ready before we left;

Not keeping the agreement:  45 minutes came and went.  I did not let the kids experience the consequence of not getting bagels when they weren’t ready by 8am.  It was at least 8:15 before we were out the door.

Why did I fail?  Because I was HUNGRY!  And I REALLY wanted Einstein Bagels.  I absolutely wanted that bagel so bad that I let all my interfering strategies get in the way.  And in the end, I was so dis-pleased with myself, the bagel didn’t even taste all that good.  Ugh!

Ok, I always have to find the positive in any situation – just my nature.  So here is why this day wasn’t an Epic Fail:

1.  Rip is putting his lunch and snack together on his own.

2.  Rip is remembering his backpack on his own.

3.  I am continuing to learn lessons about myself.  Which includes when I want something, I will use/do whatever to make sure I get what I want.  And when I don’t get it, I tend to pout.

4.  I was still able to observe and take note of where the kids are in their skill development and where they still need to go.

Ok.  Time to move on to the next day.  Hopefully I’ll reach for the tape before it’s too late…