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One thing I’ve been struggling with lately—and on and off for years really—is the fact that many-a-time, no matter what we do, what we eat, where we go…it will never be enough for the kiddos. I realize that it may be that our children are such selfish ingrates; budding ugly, greedy Americans; actually deprived and neglected; or just exhibiting natural behavior, but still, no matter what I call it or how I justify it, it drives me nuts.

Some examples from this weekend:

  • I make homemade buttermilk pancakes and bacon but they really want waffles even after agreeing to pancakes.
  • I wrestle with them for over an hour(!) and they whine for 10 minutes after we stop about it not being enough.
  • We go to the park, as promised, but are met with gripes when it’s time to leave for lunch.
  • And of course, before bed, there’s just never enough story time (which I’m kind of okay with because…it has to do with books I guess).

I’ve tried just about every approach to dealing with situations like these:

  • Actually trying to do more of whatever they want: like wrestling for over an hour instead of just 20 minutes.
  • Compromising but still setting a firm boundary: this means making some compromises like making waffles one day and pancakes the other, but not both. Or adding 5 more minutes of story time but actually stopping at 5.
  • Acknowledging their disappointment and simply listening, then setting a boundary if necessary: it’s okay to be disappointed but after a certain amount of crying or screaming they have to go to their room and do it.
  • Flat out saying “no, deal with it” and walking away

Of course it’s not always like this, those dear sweet children don’t always want more, but it happens enough that I find myself getting worn down. There are times I want to crawl in a hole and do nothing since they’ll be complaining either way; might as well save the resources and effort and disappointment. I know that’s not the solution so I’m left with trying to be consistent with an approach, hunker down, and hope they get the hang of gratitude and being thankful for what they get, when they get it, and moving on. I also acknowledge that how I feel about it has a lot to do with what my own expectations are and it’s important for me to be aware of that.

It’s a struggle because I don’t want to “train” them to be docile or have them not ask for what they need or want, yet I think it’s important they appreciate what they have and focus on the positive even if they are disappointed. I do have faith that as they get older they’ll be able to understand and navigate this issue better as well. Just another example of fine lines to be navigated in this whole parenting thing.

“I DO IT!”

Those three words pretty much sum up each of the girls right now. They have always wanted to be independent in some way throughout their development, but it really seems like at this moment, all three are trying fiercely to exert their will. And it’s not all bad.

Let’s start with Aliya. She literally says, “I do it!” if you try and do something for her that she wants to try or do differently. I think we’ve forgotten how two-year-olds will do that and it’s really good; a way for them to learn and develop necessary skills. The hard part is being patient. One such trying moment is when she’s getting in and out of the car. On phase I, climbing in the car, she wants to do it herself and then gets distracted on phase II: climbing in the carseat. At this point she often sees that we want her to hurry and then proceeds to grin mischievously and take even longer. For a cute little two-year-old, Aliya can be a real punk sometimes. When I can take a breath (and a minute), I really love how bright and strong she is and how she likes to show us.

It’s not just getting in and out of the car, either. It’s talking, climbing, eating, getting dressed, getting undressed, brushing her teeth, etc.; pretty much everything. Luckily she hasn’t quite reached the phase where she gets really mad and frustrated when she can’t do something or we don’t understand exactly what she says. Maybe she’ll skip over that (fingers crossed).

Maia too, is really developing at lightening speed. She’s able to power through things that used to frustrate her (and us). I can tell she still struggles with things—like how her clothes feel or if something she’s playing with isn’t doing what she wants it to—but where she used to break down and scream and cry, now she gets mildly upset and settles with a frustrated “okay” and moves on. She still has those times when she loses it over something, but they are getting much less. Along the same lines she’s enjoying school more every time she goes and has pretty much gotten over being upset at drop-off. In fact she’s missed a couple days lately and is noticeably disappointed. I love hearing her talk about her friends at school and how she navigates playing with them and not playing with them. I think she really likes to play alone at times and she doesn’t seem to have trouble navigating that. Related to all this, we had our first evaluation of Maia with an occupational therapist that thinks she may benefit from a few sessions so she can overcome some of sensitive sensory things like how clothes/shoes fit, getting messy, and general coping skills. It’s going to be really good for us too to learn more about it and learn what we can do to support her.

And what would a post on self-will be without an entry in the seven-year-old category. Yes, our gentle giant and ray of sunshine, Ms. Keana, is in the throws of it too. She is absolutely brilliant in all ways, and I think that can make it especially difficult with her. She does not want to hear anything that goes against her and often labels any criticism as “mean” or “teasing.” It plays out in interesting power struggles too, like cutting her own food. She broke down in tears on Saturday when I refused to cut her pancakes. She sobbed that I wasn’t being fair because I cut Maia’s and Aliya’s and refused to do it herself. I’m not always calm and gentle when it gets to this level, but this time I did well to just encourage her then ignore it. Sarah eventually stepped in and suggested using a knife and I think that little bit of support helped. It’s hard because I think she’s struggling with growing up in general and she really knows that she’s moving beyond little kidness and into another realm. Part of her is really excited about that and embraces it, and the other part of is getting dragged kicking and screaming, sometimes literally. It’s especially tough for me to cope with all this because I’m so headstrong and opinionated too. But today I came to a realization and proposed that I ask her permission to give her my two cents before giving her feedback on whatever she’s working with. That seemed to make her happy. Of course, I’ll still have to balance telling her things simply because she needs to know it&mdas;whether she wants to hear it or not—and respecting her need to figure things out on her own. It’s just amazing the “flash-forwards” to teenage years we’ve already been witnessing, especially with Keana.

The bottom line to all this is that we have very intelligent, intuitive, funny little girls who are all very strong. It’s been important for us to take one moment at a time and cut our losses at the end of the day, and we agree that we want to nurture these great qualities and let them take their natural course while still maintaining some semblance of order around here.

Big Time

So it begins: another school year. It’s kind of weird saying “another” since we’re really only in our third year of “school-age” kids, but wow, tomorrow. We’re a little nervous. Last year was a big step for Keana going into “real” school (kindergarten). And for Maia too, her first year in preschool. We had all our worries about how they would do with the new environment, schedule, teachers, other kids, and the usual things on the list for parents when they send their babies out into the “real world”. Maia did about as we had expected—starting out excited then settling into a roller coaster of resisting getting there, loving it while there, then not wanting to talk about it till later—and we think this year will be a little easier in her Tuesday/Thursday schedule. Keana’s jump to first grade though feels like a big one.

Her school is an International Baccalaureate Primary Years Program charter, a program we’re still pretty excited about. However, the academic intensity of it is still something we struggle with, especially for these young kids. Keana’s day will be 8 hours long with a 15 minute break in the morning and 30 minutes for lunch, so the breaks seem a little short compared to her academic day. Plus they often have quite a bit of homework. They do get PE every day in the afternoon though, as well as special sections of art, music, specialized PE, and Spanish. Also, what makes this curriculum so cool is that much of the learning is hands-on, interactive, and collaborative, so they’re not just sitting at their desks memorizing stuff. Sounds like I’m talking myself down, doesn’t it? Maybe I am…a little. She is so excited though and she got the teacher she was hoping for, so I think she’ll do great. As a parent I’m constantly reminded of how important it is not to overlay my own experiences, fears, and emotions on whatever our kids are doing. They get to have their own and we’re just here to guide and support them.

Today we had a family meeting too to get our own household rules laid out and agreed upon before starting this new adventure. We all sat down together, with homemade peach muffins, and all contributed to defining what we though respect and communication were, and what logistical rules were reasonable (like chores) and what the consequences were for not following them. It was a little abstract for Maia, but I know she understood what was going on. Even though she pretended to play games and check out, the amount she did chime in was a giveaway as to what she was soaking in. Keana struggled a little too, because I think it was all overwhelming with the big first day of first grade looming, but she warmed up to it, especially when we let her write down the ideas being thrown out. We also made it clear that these were rules that mama and papa had to follow, with the same consequences, and I think that was a little surprising to them (in a positive way). I know Keana is super-excited to bust my ass when I fall out of line, as well she should be. Sarah and I needed these rules as much as the kids did. So we put them up on the fridge and I think it was a great first experience defining some boundaries in our home, together.

Well, I better sign off and get some sleep for the big day, but first I think I’ll draw a little “we love you” note for Keana’s lunch tomorrow. Big Zoob is going Big Time and truly, we are excited.

Oh, and I almost forgot! Keana lost her third tooth 8/17/11 to kick off this sure-to-be exciting school year. Beat that!