Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts

15 January 2010

Cue the Beatles

Elijah Jason turned two years old today.

We're doing cake.  We're doing ice cream.  We're doing Chuck E. Cheese. 

And then tomorrow?  More cake.  More ice cream.

And pictures.  Lots and lots of pictures.


He used to sleep only in our arms as we walked him around the house.  Last night, we put him in his big boy bed for the first time.

He used to not have any teeth.  Now we fear for those times when we need to fish something out of his mouth, wondering if we'll get our whole finger back.

Two years ago, he weighed 7 pounds, 4 ounces.  Now he weighs almost 40 pounds.

If someone were to ask me for ways to make two years go by in the next month, I would tell them to have a kid.

"Hurricane Eli" has been a whirlwind adventure for us, all three four of us, and though we are fatigued and tired even before he wakes up, we are energized by the anticipation of what he might do that day.

We love him dearly, and would not trade these past two years for anything.

Happy Birthday Eli!

We love you and pray that God will abundantly bless you as you continue to grow into the man He made you to be.


jj

20 December 2009

Welcome Home!

Holidays are for coming home, for family and friends and loved ones.

Any holiday season is busy, with parties and driving and gifts and celebrations.

How much more so when one of the parties takes place at the hospital? This past Thursday, we celebrated a birthday!

Not mine.

Not Wifey's.

Not Elijah's.

We celebrated the arrival of our daughter, Madison Patricia!

She was born just after 5pm, and weighed eight pounds exactly! She is also 19 inches long.

We praise God for the healthy addition to our family, and we pray that she will continue to grow into the woman God created her to be!


Both Mommy and Maddie are doing very well, and trying to catch up on sleep while Daddy distracts Hurricane Eli.

It's gonna get crazy 'round here!!!


wingnut

08 December 2009

We're not alone...even though our kid was the only toddler going down the big slide.

I'd first like to thank Pastor Larry Doornbos of Evergreen Ministries for finding this link and posting it on his blog, where I could hijack it and bring it here.

It seems there is a backlash against over-protective parenting. The article, by Nancy Gibbs from Time.com, calls these parents "Helicopter Parents". As if I needed another reason to dislike rotor-wing aircraft.

Helicopter parents are constantly hovering, making sure their kid is safe and secure at all times, ensuring a successful and bright future. Football helmets for playgrounds and toddler knee pads, these parents are all about protecting their offspring.

But many are calling out that these parents are going about it the wrong way. By protecting their children from accidents, they fail to learn how to play and be active. Not allowing them to walk home from the bus stop for fear of kidnapping contributes to their sense of entitlement, not to mention their expanding waistlines and sedentary lifestyle.

Overparenting is like an allergic reaction, calling up all of the body's reserves even as the threat is diminished, or non-existent. Consider this statement by Gibbs:

"From peace and prosperity, there arose fear and anxiety; crime went down, yet parents stopped letting kids out of their sight; the percentage of kids walking or biking to school dropped from 41% in 1969 to 13% in 2001. Death by injury has dropped more than 50% since 1980; yet parents lobbied to take the jungle gyms out of playgrounds, and strollers suddenly needed the label "Remove Child Before Folding"."

Shan and I experience this all the time. We were at the park last summer, letting Eli run around and be himself. He had just discovered that the stairs on the play structure went all the way to the top of the big slide. Once up there, he went down the big slide. This is the same big slide that scared Mommy a few months before, and gave Daddy all sorts of floor-burn type injuries on his hands, feet, toes, fingers, knees, and elbows not long after.

It's a really big slide.

Eli was going down the slide all by himself.

There was another boy there, about four, who's grandmother repeatedly told him not to go down the slide, as it was too big and dangerous, and "it scares Grandma. You're too little."

I'm sure that Grandma means well, and wants the best for little Jimmy, or Timmy, or whatever the little dude's name was. But in telling him no, she was severely limiting his ability to learn and discover his limits. He wanted to go down the slide. I would have let him. If it scared him, then he wouldn't do it any more. If not, well, he just discovered something else fun to do.

Just as four-year-old little Jimmy or Timmy was being denied a ride because of his diminutive size, one-and-a-half year old Elijah popped out from the bottom of the slide, huge grin on his face, and made a beeline for the stairs to have another go.

We will never produce daring, adventurous, risk-taking people who move and shake the world if we never let them take any risks as children. If we teach them to be afraid of everything, they will be.

Along with the risk-averse parenting that doesn't let children be children, there also comes a ridiculously high standard set for education. Preschools introducing Mandarin Chinese into their curriculum, in order to prepare children for their place in the coming global business world. Preschools! "What color is this crayon, Johnny?" "Purple." "No, Johnny, in Mandarin, please."

Parents rush out to buy cookbooks featuring recipes that supposedly increase intelligence. Some states have even provided every newborn with a copy of the CD Build Your Baby's Brain Through the Power of Music, based on some research claiming that classical music will temporarily increase IQ.

But it doesn't stop there. Many college campuses have web cams in common areas, specifically for parents who wish to check in on their students. Or consider global powerhouse Ernst & Young, who provides "parent packs" for all new hires, on the assumption that parents will be present for salary and benefit negotiations.

Good luck standing up for yourself, Johnny! Even if you do, Mommy will be right behind you anyway.

Imagine the stress we're placing Johnny under! Think of all the things he'll have to live up to, never knowing if he is truly "good enough" for Mommy. That's not to mention all the stress that Mommy and Daddy are feeling every time little Johnny isn't at the top of his class. It's probably due to their poor parenting skills, they assume, and rush to buy another Dr. Phil book. Or Dr. Dobson, take your pick.

Let them be kids. Let them skin their knees on bicycles and jungle gyms. Let them walk to school, or ride their bike. Let them run around in the woods with the rest of their friends.

We are raising our children to become responsible adults in the world. Before they can become adults, we need to let them be kids.

On the way out, here's a funny comic about overparenting.


wingnut