Monthly Archives: November 2015

Musings about Raising and Teaching Kids

Did your parents tell you about The Easter Bunny, The Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus? Did they serve up these characters for you as if they were real? Imagine what it’s like to be a child and find out these are all lies. Maybe we think are doing children a favor creating a make-believe world. But sooner or later they will learn of the deception.

I think, but am not quite sure, that I gave my kids (three sons) these as stories…fiction, but fun. Growing up is hard enough without having to figure out when something is real and when it isn’t. Life is tricky.

Are we always there for our kids? I’d like to think so, but the truth is we are human beings and we make mistakes and fall short sometimes. I know I have. In my heart of hearts I always wanted to be the best mom in the world, full of energy, knowledge, patience, kindness and able to care for my kids even when I was exhausted from work and suffering from the trials life handed me.

My boys are grown men now and my hope is they appreciate what kind of a mother I was/am. The things I learned along the way are valuable to me. I not only learned about how-to-parent (sometimes successfully); I learned a lot about myself, my belief system, my shortcomings, and what I was ultimately capable of.

As a mother and a teacher I learned a lot about the stages that kids go through. I remember taking a developmental psychology class before I became a teacher, but AFTER I had mostly finished the mothering of my young children. All I could think of was, “Why wasn’t I taught these things before I became a parent?” It would have been a lot easier and maybe I could have avoided a lot of heartache for them and for me. Being a parent may be a joy, but parenting can be painful and difficult.

You have to take a driver’s test before you can drive. Most people get a lot of education before beginning their professional careers, be it as a mechanic, engineer, plumber, attorney, whatever. But you don’t have any formal training for the toughest job you’ll ever have. Why is this? It doesn’t make any sense to me.

As for those teen-age years, one thing I know is that teen-agers are still children in their hearts. I believe that they want to be seen as grown up, but they also miss their childhood when they could be carefree—when they did not have a lot of responsibility and they didn’t know about the sometimes evil ways of the world.

When I taught high school I worked with 150 students a day. Teen-agers, every one of them. And I loved (almost) every single minute being with them. They wanted to be respected. They wanted to learn. Maybe they didn’t like the subject I taught (English), and they didn’t come to me with a burning desire to read all those books I required them to read. (I would be kidding myself if I didn’t admit some of them did not read those books.)

But we grew together and learned to love each other and at least some of what I presented in my English class. I cherish my memories of their excellent senses of humor and their abilities to let some things roll off their backs. They survived in the crazy world of high school. Well done, students!

Many people think teen-agers are all about caring only about external appearances, experimenting with sex, drugs and alcohol, and pulling away from authority. Sure it is a time when they are focused on their looks, their peer groups, and they may experiment and make some bad decisions. Who as an adolescent can say they didn’t? Adolescence is a time of disorientation as well as discovery. These young people are working to claim an identity that fits their ideal at a time when they don’t have a lot of personal experience in what adults term “the real world.”

Most of my students, at least 90% of them, were polite to me, showed respect to each other in my presence, loved to banter with me and were quick to laugh at themselves (and me). We managed to navigate some pretty difficult times together—the AIDS epidemic, 9/11, school shootings, and earthquakes, among other tough challenges. If they were willing, and many of them were, a lot of learning happened in the subject I taught (or was trying to teach). Teen-agers are not to be feared. They need boundaries for sure, but they need safe ways to push those boundaries as well.

My musings about dealing with kids wouldn’t be complete without three more tidbits:

  1. Don’t be afraid to tell children the truth. They’ll appreciate you for it.
  2. And don’t be afraid to keep them accountable.
  3. Strive to keep yourself accountable too, so you don’t become one of those “Do as I say, not as I do” adults.

 

My first year teaching–6th grade!

6th graders

 

Me with some of my high school girls.

teaching

 

 

my dear, my friend, my love, my heart

my dear my friend my love my heartlove hearts

 

do not waste your mornings

frying bacon for me

let us climb in our boots pull on our hats

we will run up the hill behind the house

 

360⁰ visions of painted silken skies

wind ices deep into our bones

tossing salty shivers of rewards

…our wide eyes delight in more than mountains

 

let us hold the joy we share for escapades

and dreams long enough to spill onto

the dirt road behind the corner store

that begs for us and waits to be explored

 

might as well pinch the cheeks of babies too

no innuendo no hidden thought propped

up to stand in the middle of the room

with wild abandon let’s grab our coats

 

and wind our way to the main street

store where they sell everything from

pick-up sticks to Levis and lace where we

also drink herbal tea with noisy slurping sounds

 

we do not waste our days on the insignificant

my dear my friend  my love my heart

instead we ride on carousel camels laughing

so much and loud it pains our ears

 

when permission to sing is granted

the lyrics long on soul and sadness

they touch for us what went before the

promises for tomorrow’s steadiness

 

do not waste your evenings

frying chicken for me my love

let us stuff logs into the stove instead

…and kiss the night away

What are Americans Thinking?

 

Maybe we Americans have given up thinking completely. Maybe we’re a bunch of empty headed folks going from one day to the next without considering what we’re doing to our country,  and our planet and the people on it.

Is the world crazy or is it me? I cannot fathom Americans regarding Donald Trump as a presidential candidate.

I am happy I don’t have a TV. I don’t have to listen to any of the candidate babble and I am as far removed from the barrage as possible. What little I am privy to makes me sad and leaves me feeling incredulous. Maybe a lack of critical thinking is hurting  my/our country.

Wouldn’t it be nice to wake up and hear the sound of people speaking with kindness and to see people acting with understanding? Wouldn’t it be nice to know that we all made good decisions for the right reasons? That greed was gone? That wars would end? That we could learn to be happy with what we have and stop wanting more?

We got ourselves into the shape we’re in. Let’s put our heads together and change the shape of things. Instead of a Christmas list, I’m going to make a list of things I can personally do to make things better.

It will be something like this I saw on FB, but I’ll come up with something my own.

 

Holiday

 

Wait for it.