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Top 5 Parenting Books

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twinutero
on November 13, 2008
in Books
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There are hundreds of parenting books out there, including dozens on twins and multiples (see, for example, my review of Twin Set, and soon-to-be-published review of Twin Sense).

You could spend all your savings and half your life reading them. Most of my parenting friends shelved the books once the kids reached toddlerhood and turned instead to intuition and common sense.

I don’t rely much on books either, but they do have a place.

Here are five I’d recommend:

1. Momma Zen. By far the most useful, restorative book on mothering I have read. The author is a Zen priest - and she finds mothering a challenge at times. A welcome shift in perspective on those not-so-great parenting days.

2. The Explosive Child. We bought this during a particularly rough patch when Thomas was, well, explosive. He doesn’t fit the category as defined in this book. No child fits any category. But the book is still useful for its advice on talking to your children: not coercing or nagging but flexibility and cooperation. An ideal worth striving for, even if we often fall short.

3. Raising an Emotionally Intelligent Child. Along the same lines as The Explosive Child: teaching children to recognize, explore and cope with emotions. Such as when Alex, who is two, jams his trike into the stairs, can’t work out how to reverse and screams: “I’m frustrating!”

4. Solve Your Child’s Sleep Problems. The classic, written by Richard Ferber. As in Ferberize. As in let-your-baby-scream-herself-to-sleep. The book as a bad reputation; even the title has an authoritarian tone. But of the books I’ve read on sleep (and we’ve had lots of “sleep problems“) this was the most useful for understanding kids and sleep, and, contrary to its reputation, devising our own method for encouraging more snoozing and less screaming.

5. The Art of Possibility. I have to thank my husband for reading this as a parenting book. It’s not written as one, but the advice, especially “Giving an A” can instantly transform destructive patterns into creative ones.

And here’s a book I haven’t read but would like to:

1. The Stay-At-Home-Survival-Guide. Read an interview with the author in Mom Writer’s Literary Magazine.

The Boy and the Bread

Published
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twinutero
on October 15, 2008
in Fair & green and South Africa
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This post is in support of Blog Action Day on Poverty: October 15, 2008

The boy cupped his tiny brown hands and tilted his head just slightly. His ragged T-shirt fell from bony shoulders into thin air, and his trousers faded into threads below his knees. He looked seven or eight years old but likely weighed little more than Thomas, my three-year-old. His feet were scuffed and bare. I didn’t understand a word he said.

The boy was probably speaking Afrikaans. But I’m English-speaking Canadian and had lived in South Africa less than a week. I mumbled my incomprehension, and the boy repeated his request. His plea and his gestures were well-practiced but genuine. Their meaning, I realized, was perfectly clear. He was asking for food.

I scanned the parking lot for his parents or siblings, but he seemed alone. Once again, he asked for food, moving his hands from cupped to praying. How could I refuse? I was packing groceries from an upscale market into our new Honda. I grabbed a loaf of bread and handed it to him, smiling. He took it, looked me in the eye, and was gone.

It was a minute gift - but I hadn’t considered Thomas. He was perched in the shopping cart, watching the exchange. As the boy fled, Thomas went wild, as if his most cherished toy had been squandered. His legs flailed as I tried to untangle him from the cart. It was five or ten minutes before he found words.

“My bread! I want my bread! No! No!”

I hadn’t imagined that giving away the bread would upset Thomas any more than handing money to the grocery checker or pushing letters across the counter at the post office. Yet Thomas had identified with the boy as – simply – a boy. Not poor, not hungry, just another child who wanted something that was his. The boy hadn’t said please or thank you (that we know of) and he didn’t share. He just took our food and ran. And that, to Thomas, was wrong.

I felt compelled to explain a greater, more complicated injustice. “We have lots of bread. That boy doesn’t have any. He needs the bread more than we do. We can get more bread at home.”

Eventually, Thomas is quiet, and we are driving away from the shop. I hope he understands.

“Are we not going to give our bread away?” he peeps from the back seat.

He doesn’t understand. How could he?

Motherhood: Liberal or Conservative?

Published
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twinutero
on October 14, 2008
in Books and Fair & green
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I recently watched a Ted talk by psychologist Jonathan Haidt. Provocatively, he claims to have uncovered deep-seated moral differences between liberals and conservatives.

Liberals are generally more open – to diversity, novelty and experience. They are willing, Haidt says, to accept a certain amount of chaos in exchange for making the world a better place for everyone. A liberal morality emphasizes fairness and care.

Conservatives, on the other hand, are generally less open. They like familiarity, institutions and tradition. They value order, even at the expense those people “at the bottom” as Haidt puts it. While conservatives, like liberals, are concerned with fairness and care, they also include loyalty, respect for authority, and purity (of spirit, body etc.) as part of their moral code.

This was a twenty minute talk on a very complex topic so many questions went unanswered. Nevertheless, Haidt claims to back up his findings with surveys of over 30,000 people across the world. At the very least, it’s an interesting way to think about political differences.

Coincidently, I’m now reading The Maternal is Political. It’s a collection of personal essays by women who became politically active, or deepened their political commitments, after having children. The book is very US-centered and “political” for the most part means Democrat. (I haven’t finished the book, however; perhaps some new mothers became Republican.)

Reading this book, I’m persuaded that motherhood is essentially liberal: it foments a compulsion to make the world better for everyone, and therefore better for your kids. It creates an openness, in Haidt’s terms, to change, diversity, necessary chaos, and a certain amount of risk-taking in the name of a better future.

But I can imagine how motherhood might push toward the other end of the political spectrum if it meant that your kids are better off - toward loyalty (to family), toward order and familiarity, toward deference to authority figures (such as doctors).

So here’s my question as elections loom in both the US and Canada (and South Africa):

Has motherhood made you more liberal or more conservative – or more of something else?

A Super Day at the Office

Published
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twinutero
on October 3, 2008
in Coping
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It’s Monday, 10am. My colleagues and I are in consultation.

I begin the meeting: “Team, we have a busy week ahead. Major milestones to tackle and a report to finish. I’ve scheduled an extra team meeting for Wednesday morning.”

Immediate revolt: “Not Wednesday. Wednesday makes me sick!”

“C’mon guys. We’ve had meetings on Wednesdays before and you liked it.”

“No! No! No! No!”

My three trusted colleagues are running away. Alex bolts for the stairwell. Thomas flails onto his desk, face down on the keyboard. I find Jon just down the hallway standing bashfully in a puddle of pee.

We clean up and I set some short-term tasks for the team while I make myself a coffee. Suddenly, Jon is at my side.

“I want to stir. I want to stir!” He yanks the spoon from my hand and vigorously stirs coffee onto the latest draft of our report.

I clean up - again - and check on the other team members.

Thomas has forgotten his short-term task. He’s standing precariously in his office chair, fist and chin in the air. “It’s Superman!” he says, beaming. Then the chair swivels and Superman goes down. It’s twenty minutes before he’s seated at his desk again.

During those twenty minutes, I hear war being waged in the adjoining cubicle. Alex and Jon are arguing over who gets to re-write the budget. I leave Thomas (sorry, “Superman”) and step next door.

“It’s mine!”

“It’s MINE!”

Each has a lethal grip on the budget. Alex is baring his teeth, ready to clamp down on Jon’s arm, but clearly doesn’t want to lose hold of the disputed document.

“Alex! Jon! You haven’t worked on the budget in months. Let go! We must learn to share these assignments.”

Alex lets go and sends Jon flying backwards. He hits his head on the power bar under his desk. Taking advantage of his wounded colleague, Alex heads in for the bite.

I really, really, have to get this report finished so I persuade Alex back to his cubicle and settle Jon in his. I leave them to watch a video tutorial on our new stats software, hoping it will be both educational and sufficiently compelling.

In less than a minute, Alex is at my desk.

“I’m hungry. I want a snack.”

“Alex….”

“Please, may I have a snack? Please?”

Thomas and Jon are just behind him. They want snacks too.

I suggest we continue to work over lunch, and we’re soon back in the meeting room with sandwiches, cookies and juice boxes.

But no one is hungry anymore. Thomas sends a geyser of juice up through the straw of his juice box. Jon pulverizes his cookie into his report. Alex has fallen asleep in his seat.

I clean up - again - and gently wake Alex. He’s alert but won’t let me put him back in his chair. In fact, he has curled into a ball on my lap. Jon, seeing an opportunity, climbs onto the back of my chair and wraps his hands around my neck, cutting off most oxygen flow to my brain. Thomas is picking Jon’s cookie crumbs from the floor directly under my feet.

“Can’t…” I gasp, “write report with you on my neck….”

Eventually, everyone is back in their chairs. Juice is dripping from the ceiling but we must get to work on our report. I pick up a red pen and start to highlight areas that need revising.

“Not red! I don’t like red. I want blue!”

“No I want blue! Blue! Blue! Blue!”

“I like green!”

They’re shoving pens in my direction, hoping I’ll choose the color closest to my face. Jon is now crawling slowly across the table. With singular focus, he aims his green pen up my nose.

I’m going to lose it.

Ten minutes later, I’m alone at my desk feeling like an utter failure. I want to quit this job. I should be fired from this job. I have time to wallow in self-doubt because it’s quiet. Uh, it’s quiet….

I find Thomas making a hundred full-color copies of his Superman t-shirt (which he’s still wearing) and passing the copies directly to Jon – who is feeding them into the shredder. Alex is tossing the resulting shreds into the air like confetti at a wedding. I haven’t the energy to intervene and retreat to my desk.

My colleagues join me several minutes later of their own accord.

“We’re sorry…. We’re ready to work on the report now.”

A reprimand rises in my throat but I can’t actually mouth the words. I’m too distracted. Although terribly unprofessional, I can’t stop thinking how damn cute they all are. Then, like brilliant fireworks exploding, they tear away from my desk – at full speed and in three different directions (none of which is their desk).

How could I quit this job? I love this job more than life itself. It is life itself. We’ve made absolutely no progress on the report, but the team is happy. That’s good enough for me.

How kids learn

Published
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twinutero
on September 29, 2008
in Learning & play
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The toddler and preschool years are filled, it sometimes seems, with subtle threats.

“Stop right now or you’ll go to your room!”

“Share with your brothers or no more treats!”

“You be a good boy, or we’ll just stay home next time!”

It’s horrible to speak this way to a child and I try - try - not to do it. But parental calm stretches only so far, especially with two toddlers and a preschooler, and inevitably, idle threats tear through the room. Most parents do this, I like to think, in the name of teaching their children not to repeat bad behavior.

But what if these blunt tactics are completely useless? What if kids never learn from our negative quips? We’d have to start following our perfect parenting manuals, speaking soberly through tantrums and going out of our way to praise “good” behavior.

This parenting style is, apparently, supported by neuroscience. This week, Science Daily reports on research showing that 8-year-olds learn best through positive reinforcement; that negative feedback barely fires a neuron. In contrast, 12-year-olds and adults learn through the more complex strategy of incorporating negative response, figuring out what went wrong, and changing behavior accordingly.

It’s great to have science support the exchange of scolds for kisses. Still, it makes you wonder what to do when you’re hit in the back (like I was today) by a angrily thrown sippy cup.