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Let’s talk child development. This is one of those areas that parents can really get hung up on and also can make situations unnecessarily frustrating or dramatic. It is interesting how parents tend to approach development. It begins with babies and some very clear milestones that we want to check off – rolling over, sitting up, walking, running, solid foods. The list goes on with the behaviors pretty easy to identify and the timeline fairly clear. Of course, if you actually look more closely, you will find that development varies quite a bit; you can have a very happy, healthy kid that doesn’t follow the proscribed timeline. In those early months, parents usually do a good job of meeting their kid where they are and have, generally, reasonable expectations for their child. There are always some parents that draw unreasonable conclusions about their child’s future based on those milestones. (My eldest loved to bang on things – I mean LOVED it, so of course, that must mean that she was going to be a percussionist and we should probably get her enrolled in music lessons to capitalize on her aptitude as soon as possible.) No, in fact all kids love to bang on things. Noise is fun. Relax mom. Even with those desperate attempts to know who our children will be based upon their earliest days, for the most part, we let them grow at the pace they will grow and try not to force our will or hopes onto them.
The problem tends to come as the child matures and our expectations of what they can and can’t do simply aren’t as clear. We know that they won’t jump before they can walk, but we don’t know when they will be able to follow instructions or hold ideas in their little brains beyond two minutes, or when it is reasonable for them to have basic table manners. Those milestones just aren’t as evident. Just as you can’t expect your 5 year old to do calculus, you can’t expect your 3 year old to follow more than two instructions at a time or remember what you say from day to day. They just can’t do it. Their little brains just can’t. You may as well tell your child to grow taller – they has as much control over that as they does her cognitive capabilities. So ease up and figure out what are realistic and reasonable expectations. This, of course, is easier said than done. I have found that understanding development and my expectations of my children has been one of the most difficult and confusing pieces of parenting – and I have taken a numerous classes on this topic. The truth is, every kid is different and will learn and grow in different ways. As much as I have tried to stay ahead of it, in truth I spend a lot of time catching up and recalibrating. I can be amazed at how insightful and funny my kid is and then feel shocked and confused that she still hasn’t put her shoes on to go to the park. I have told her to do it six times, she knows how to put her shoes on, she knows she needs to wear shoes to go to the park, and going to the park was HER IDEA. Why in the name of Jean Piaget won’t she put on her shoes??? Because she is 5. That’s the most comprehensive answer I can get or give. She’s only 5. And to be honest, that answer will often be the most helpful at any age. So give them a hug. They’re only 5, 14, 22, 38…They’re doing the best they can, just like you.
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I have realized that all the things that occur to a woman prior to and including giving birth are excellent preparations for the complete lack of privacy that comes with having a child. Generally, mothers-to-be have nine months of being prodded and measured and contorted into various, vulnerable positions. Personally, my husband and I had some trouble getting pregnant, so the fertility process introduced a whole new level of invasiveness. I peed on ovulation test strips for months, was tested in a myriad of ways, and my body felt more like a broken vacuum cleaner than anything personal. Something to figure out and fix; nothing too precious. And even though there is not much private about our vacuum cleaner, I still don’t really want anyone analyzing its contents. I think we could probably feed a small village with the number of cheerios and raisins in there. But when my body became more about function than feeling, I became much less self-conscience about it—that happened when I removed the “self” component of my body.
Eventually, we did get pregnant. Then came the actual ordeal of giving birth which is a whole new world of exposure. It was a time to get over any sense of insecurity or embarrassment about my body and its various parts and processes if I was going to get through that. There just isn’t room for embarrassment. Fortunately, it can also be a very painful at times so I was quite distracted from the fact that my entire body is under the control of some primal force. Is there really space for decorum when stirrups or squatting is involved? Not at all. With my first kid, my water breaking was a mess and it seemed to keep going, which I was not aware was a possibility. As I sat on the hospital bed, another round of fluid escaped and I told the nurse, “I’m so sorry but I think I just peed on this bed.” He was wonderful replying, “Oh don’t worry about that. In fact, don’t you worry about any fluids for a while. We will take care of all of that for you.” Which is about the most wonderful thing a person can say when I was unsure of what is coming out of my body. So then, regardless of how that baby is born, a body is on display for all to see and not in an artsy kind of way – no, in a purely biological way and you just have to go with it because there really is no turning back now. So that is how it starts – this letting go of privacy. It continues well past those initial months of checkups, pregnancy, labor and birth. Breasts can lose all intimacy and desire and become solely functional. I put a yoga mat in the bathtub next to our shower and just laid our daughter in there while I showered or other performed other bathroom tasks. Of course people will say, “Well that is only for a while and then you will start to get more of your autonomy back and have more time to yourself.” Wrong. My husband has never seen me pee (my thing doesn’t need to be anyone else’s). But my children have sat on my lap while I’ve done my business. My 2 year old toddled into the bathroom while I was having a moment. Sitting on the toilet I asked her to “please give mama a little privacy.” “Sure mama,” she said, and promptly closed the door and sat in front of me to tell me about her breakfast. Totally fine, kid, Mama has had an audience for much worse than this. Being a parent is hard; being a psychologist and parent comes with its own pressures. Your kid is walking around like metaphor of your resume – all out there for people to judge your qualifications as a parent as well as your abilities as a psychologist. That guise of knowledge and capability that comes with having a PhD was upended quickly when my then 6-month-old daughter was in daycare. When I picked her up one day, I as very gently informed: "Your child bit another kid." Now kids bite – this is a very normal thing. They are teething, and biting is a way of soothing gums and making sense of the world. And, in the words of my psychologist friend Rachel, "Sometimes you just like the texture of human flesh."
So, my kid was a biter. My first thought (and I am not proud of this) was – did the other kid have it coming? That's what I thought. But what I said to her teacher was “Can you talk to me about the context of this behavior?” Apparently, a kid had taken the toy she was playing with, so she ran him down, tackled him and bit him on the arm. I can respect that. It was a reaction to an injustice (my kid). On the other hand, biting is not ok – biting hurts. Teeth are not for biting other people (read that book; it spells things out clearly). So, there was some behavioral modification to do and my husband and I talked to her a lot about not biting. We sang songs about it; I did puppet shows. I was very desperate to curb this behavior, because not only does biting hurts and that is not ok, but also, I really did not want my kid to get kicked out of daycare. Six months seemed very early for academic expulsion and I certainly did not want to set a tone. A few weeks later, while giving our daughter a bath, I reiterated to her that we do not bite. We do not bite our mom, we do not bite our dad, we do not bite our friends, we only bite our enemies. At this point her father interrupted my lesson with a very dramatic – “NO we do not bite ANYONE” – and a stern look at me. Right – we do not bite anyone. Sure. For now. She did stop biting mostly. There was one more incident when, again at daycare, she bit the kid in the highchair next to her and took his Goldfish crackers from off his tray, shoved a fistful into her mouth and then promptly threw them up all over herself. To my knowledge this was the last time that she bit another human. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure what was the key to stopping her chomp response. For my own piece of mind, I’m going to assume it was the puppet shows, as they were the most entertaining for me, but it also might have been that human flesh just didn’t do it for her anymore. Not after she discovered Goldfish. When our younger daughter, (then age 13 months) bit her friend, it was not in response to any type of provocation. The kid just liked arms. Chomping on arms. This biting was going to take a different approach to quell as it was internally driven, and not triggered by an external prompt. How do we make her not want to bite. My Ph.D. education assured me that it is very difficult to appeal to a 13-month old’s moral compass. So, I tried the puppet shows (as I believe they were very successful with our eldest) with a slightly different narrative. Instead of the “ouch- biting hurts” narrative, it was more “yuck- biting-tastes icky” narrative. Unfortunately, as you can imagine, this really wasn’t effective. What was? Now this is going to be controversial and I would not recommend this tactic to anyone else. She stopped biting when her friend bit her back. I mean really gnashed her arm. Daycare does this wonderful thing where they send you pictures of your children in their activities – as well as the injuries they inflict or receive. The photos showed this was a full mouth chomp on her arm. I could see every tooth’s indentation. Apparently, this experience was a painful surprise and a turning point in my daughter’s understanding of biting. Turns out ‘Ouch Biting Hurts” did work for her, when she was the one saying "Ouch." It was through the experience of having two biters that I came to take a step back from the expectations I was putting on myself to have beautifully behaved children all the time, through every developmental stage and in every situation. That somehow, because of my knowledge of child development and behavioral modification techniques, I would be able to create these perfect little children. That expectation completely disregarded the possibility that I would have a child that just liked to bite. Or a child that was going to be more "physical" in her pursuit of justice and sustenance. Turns out, I was going to have HUMAN children. Unpredictable, inconsistent, impulsive, reactive, loving, kind, hilarious, human children. My educational knowledge gave me strategies to understand them, but it was love that was going to have to lead the way in how I parent them. Love and puppet shows with a side of Goldfish. 5/26/2016 Moms--You are setting the standard for your daughter's body image - be careful what messages you are sendingRead Now My mother is beautiful. She has gorgeous red hair, striking green eyes and great legs. She has always been a force: smart, encouraging and kind. As a little girl, like most little girls, I thought my mother was the most powerful and wonderful woman in the world, I still do. Yet, within all of this strength there was always a piece of kryptonite at play: my mother was always on a diet.
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