The kids have their first sleepover away from home tonight, each at a respective friend's house. How proud, anxious, happy, sad am I!? They are 6.5y and this is the first time my husband and I have had an overnight alone! We are ecstatic! We are euphoric! Wait a minute...we both have work to do! I have a show to tape at Children's Discovery Museum (the Mommy Coach was our guest...stay tuned!), he has two evening clients. Unbelievable! And, the kids might not even manage to stay the whole night, being their first sleepover and all. Oh well, subsequent sleepovers will be a sure thing....right? My daughter is already expressing her anxiety. "Mommy, I'm scared." "Don't worry, honey. Everyone gets scared on their first sleepover away from home. Call mom and dad anytime you want and we'll come and get you if you want to come home." Words I'm sure that have been uttered since time immemorial, or at least since kids began sleeping at other kids' houses. Not sure when that began. Probably as soon as the parents could get them out of the house. Yet, while my kids are on their first overnight adventure, I'm torn between many competing emotions: swelling pride that they are growing up, fear that they are "out there" somewhere where I can't see what's happening, hope that the parents and family they are with are taking good care of them, and tsunamic relief that I get to have the whole night with hubby (sleeping, but nonetheless) without having to get up right in the middle of my catatonic sleep phase (which occurs as soon as I fall asleep)! Have fun kiddos! Mommy will miss you! (kind of....) ;-) 2 Comments Here I go again.... 08/24/2011
Well, it's been a while since I wrote on this blog. I have been ridiculously busy while homeschooling my kids through kindergarten. On Monday they go to school--first grade. I can't wait for my free time, but at the same time I will sure miss them. We've spent 6.5 years together, just me and them over a period of about 2,370 days. Thatsa lotsa time together! So, now that I will have more time on my hands, I'm going to try blogging again. Stay tuned... The store in the picture on the left is Max Studio, a woman's store, not a teenage girl's store. In the store's own words: Max Studio is a global corporation bringing leading-edge fashion design to today's woman. Not only that, but the clothes they sell are quasi-conservative, not hot and sexy like you would expect from the poster's image. I had to take a second look as I walked past this poster with my 5-year-old daughter in tow. First of all, it's gigantic, but secondly, and most important, it's of a tween girl. Isn't it? If the clothing sold in the store was for teenage girls, I could understand it. But it's not! It's for grown women! Is it just me? Or does she look 13!? My mouth literally dropped open. I went from shock, to confusion, to amazement, to anger. Why would a 13-year-old girl be the image of a woman's clothing store? Is it because the fashion industry has become so used to using tween girls in sexy ads that they didn't even realize the mistake? Or, is it in fact a mistake? The store in the picture on the right is for, you guessed it...Victoria Secret. Now, I don't have a problem with a teenage girl selling Oakland Raiders underwear, but again, this girl looks like she's 13! That I have a problem with. Is Victoria Secret saying they condone tweens having sex? I also have a problem with the girl in the picture wearing an Oakland Raiders jersey and holding a helmet. Why? Because it implies that she's dressed up for her boyfriend, i.e. a sexual toy for a man. Honestly, it smells like misogynism to me, and I don't appreciate the use of our young girls this way. it's one thing for a woman to choose to be portrayed in this fashion. But these young girls have no idea what image they are portraying while they "stand" lifelike in every big mall in America. Have we lost our dignity as a country? Are there no limits to the exploitation of women? Now we're blatantly exploiting tween girls! What's next? Sexy kindergarteners? I have written a complaint to both of these stores. If you want to join me and file a complaint in the name of mothers everywhere, here are the links: Victoria Secret Maxstudio (look for the email address for customer service at the bottom of the page) My Kids Are Like Finely Tuned Violins 09/29/2010
![]() Slide the crossbow over the strings a little too hard, or in the wrong direction, and the note goes off key. My kids are what Elaine Aron calls "highly sensitive" children. What does this mean? The highly sensitive child has a little more finely tuned nervous system. They may have an acute sense of hearing or smell (my son), they can be emotionally sensitive (again, my son), they feel overwhelmed by both inner (emotional) and outer (noise or activity) stimulation. The positive side to highly sensitive children is that they live at the more subtle levels of the world. They are sensitive to the needs of others and are concerned with fairness and quality, are more cautious in new situations (especially physical activity), they notice the details in everything, they are more mature thinkers than other kids their age, they ask the deep questions, and think a little more seriously. Many of them grow up to be artists, philosophers, scientists, humanitarians, entertainers, etc. What does this mean for moms? Like any other aspect of motherhood, sometimes it's great and sometimes it's not. Having a child who is highly sensitive can mean more tantrums and whining to deal with, more emotional immaturity, especially around social graces, and more emotional reactivity. One misspoken word or stern look, a tone of voice that is firm or annoyed, can send them into emotional tailspins. They have very thin skins. And, since I'm only human and bound to make mistakes when I've had a difficult day or am feeling overwhelmed, I step on their emotional "toes" and hurt their feelings. Then what happens? I feel terrible because I know they are hurting. Some people tell me I'm too soft on them, but they don't understand because their kids have thicker skins, take more risks, let insults roll off their shoulders, and can deal with the intense stimulation of loud and active events. Most kids, when feeling overwhelmed with too much activity or noise, begin to act out, whine, or have a tantrum. My kids just do it more often and with less stimulation. Sometimes, when they act out or get whiny, I forget that they're either overstimulated or had their feelings hurt hours ago and are still reacting to it. Then I get annoyed and snap at them, they get their feelings hurt, and I feel guilty. Sighhhhh.... I've been blessed with 2 highly sensitive children. Some days it's great because we have wonderful conversations about interesting subjects, other days it's not so great because I feel like I've plucked the strings a little too hard and ruined the beautiful music that is their little sensitive hearts. I am the Wild Bear! 09/20/2010
![]() Wecome to boyhood. My son is 5.5y. He is one of the sweetest, most caring and bighearted boys I know, and he runs around with his hands in the shape of a gun, talks about killing and cutting heads off, etc. Does this scare you? Gross you out? It did me. Until I discovered that this is all just a boy's world. Not only that, it's actually good for them! Don't believe it? Well, you can watch our show where Jomary Hilliard, Ph.D., parent educator at Parents Place in Palo Alto, CA, and mother of 3 grown sons, talks about raising boys. Every book on boys I have read (and I read alot having received my B.A. and M.A. in Psychology) says the same thing. So, what's a mom, who is a woman and not prone to aggressive thinking or behavior, to do? How do moms raise boys when we are the opposite gender: opposed to violence, repulsed by talk of killing and cutting off heads, and disgusted by potty talk and muddy play? It takes a while, but as I have learned first-hand, it can be done. Being a woman, it has been difficult for me to understand the world of boys. But my son has taught me about this world and, although I'm not entranced by it, I certainly understand it a lot better. So, here's my view of the world of boys (of course, I'm generalizing, since not all boys are the same): 1. Boys LOVE anything gooey, messy, smelly, dirty, muddy, wet, and crazy. 2. Boys love to be physical, i.e. fighting, wrestling, throwing, hitting, running, building, lifting. 3. Boys love to have fun. If they can't find the fun, they'll make up the fun. They'll be silly, goofy, obnoxious. They'll do physical humor, verbal humor, and potty humor. FUN, FUN, FUN. That's what they're all about. The more fun another boy is, the more they like him. 4. Boys adore their mothers. They're affectionate, caring, and romantic (yes, even at age 5...everytime I take my kids outside somewhere for a walk to a play in the park, my son picks me a flower). 5. Boys love to test their limits. Why? Because they are testing where they belong in the heirarchy with their friends, older boys, younger boys, their moms, their siblings, etc. The only heirarchy they don't test or question, is their dad (at least until they get older). 5. Boys love to create with their hands and minds. 6. Boys are competitive. I'm sure I could think of more if I wasn't so tired. In fact, I'm sure you can think of more if you are the mother of a boy. Suffice it to say that boys are different than girls. They are different than their mothers. And many mothers I've met don't know what to do with this. Should she let him play with swords? Watch Batman cartoons? Buy him a toy gun? Let him pretend he's shooting people? Before I had a son, I believed that any type of violence should be curbed and that boys should be stopped from being aggressive. Since having my son, I now know that boys need to be aggressive, but that they also need to have limits set for them. Boys want to test their strength and dominance with other boys, yet they need to be taught how to be a good friend and how to be equals. If boys don't get a chance to have their aggressive side and learn to master it, they will push it down and it may come out in ways they cannot control. I let my son play with guns but the rule is that if anyone doesn't want him to shoot at them (including his sister), he can't shoot at them. I don't try to stop him from being aggressive with his best friend anymore, because I know that it is important to let them work it out on their own and practice the skills of dominance and leadership. Basically, I stay out of his way unless it looks like he needs some guidance and direction. And I'm learning to love his boyishness and to respect his need to find his own power and to master it. He has always wanted to be a protector and defender. He loves superheroes and princes. By letting him practice being strong, and discover the limits of his strength, I am helping him become a man who is confident, knows his limits, knows his physical power, and is respectful and caring because he wants to be, not because he's ashamed of his aggressiveness. I don't want him to be ashamed of being male. Rather, I want him to be in control of his aggressive urges. Then, when he grows up maybe he'll be a big teddy bear, instead of a wild bear. Our First Sleepover Guest 09/06/2010
![]() Our kids had their first sleepover guest last night: a friend of my son's. They're all 5-years-old. It went surprisingly well. My son's friend lives across the street so it's the perfect setup for a first-time sleepover at someone else's house, in case he wanted to go home. There were initial tears at lights out because he missed his parents. He didn't want to go home so I called them and he talked to them on the phone. They reassured him and he said goodnight. Then they went to sleep. THEN, they woke up at 6:30am! Oy! My husband said our son's friend's dad had told him yesterday that he wakes up at 6:30am every morning. Now I know to find out morning wake-up habits prior to agreeing to a sleepover! But, if this is the only issue with sleepovers, I'm okay with it. I thought for sure there would be middle-of-the-night wakeups and cries to go home, with hubby trudging in his pj's to take the poor kid home to his parents. My hsuband and I even went to bed early in preparation (11:00pm is early for us...). But, everyone slept through the night! The only sad part about the sleepover was my daughter's feelings about not being able to join the boys. She could have slept with them but she wouldn't stop talking so, after a warning, we had to put her in her own bed. This morning she was still mad about it. So, I told her next time we'll have a friend of hers over and it will be in her room. And, I'll double-check on her friend's wake-up time! | Cheryl M. Wenzel, M.A.Thoughts from the trenches of motherhood and TV production. ArchivesAugust 2011 CategoriesAll |






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