Category Archives: Joys of Parenting

School volunteering: What I get from giving my time

volunteering at kids school

For several years, I was involved in the PTA and many activities at my boys’ schools.  They’re three school years apart (7, 9, and 13) and attend three different schools, which makes for a lot of running around for mom.

But I’m a busybody and like to know what’s going on. Being involved in the school community and getting to know the principal, teachers, and parents helps me make sure my kids are getting the most of their educational experience. I like the idea of doing my part to help teachers and raise money for extra programs. It was also a nice social outlet when I stopped working full-time and felt isolated outside of an office. The women who run the PTAs in my town are smart, dynamic ladies who get stuff done.

This year I took a step back because I returned to work and wanted to focus on my professional goals. I didn’t think my kids would notice. There were plenty of times I’d be at school and they’d pretend not to see me or acted embarrassed that I was merely existing in their space.

So I was surprised when they expressed disappointment when I wasn’t volunteering for lunch duty and going to meetings. Turns out they liked having me around, even if they were too-cool-at-school to show it.

field trip to United Nations

I promised them I would do one thing in each of their schools this year.  Last week I chaperoned my 7th grader, Jacob’s class trip to the United Nations. Although he ignored me on the bus ride, he acknowledged me a few times on the tour and it was great to share in the interesting and unique experience.  We both learned a lot.

Field trip to United Nations

field trip to United Nations

When 9-year-old Aden’s teacher asked if there were any parents who wanted to come into the class and talk about an area of interest I was tempted, but hesitant. The class was working on writing skills and had a reading blog where they share opinions about common books. A class visit on blogging seemed like a good fit, but I had never spoken publicly to anyone about my new blogging experience. Despite my outgoing and clearly opinionated personality, I  don’t enjoy speaking to large groups.

It makes me very, very nervous.

But Aden really wanted me to do it so how could I refuse? I wrote up a list of topics to discuss and used the classroom smartboard as a visual aid to show the kids my blog.

It must sound ridiculous that I was anxious about speaking to a group of 4th graders and teachers, but it was still 45 people…all staring at me….waiting for me to say smart things. Pressure!

But how can I preach to my kids about facing fears and going out of your comfort zone if I don’t try it myself? So I did it. And those 4th graders were a good crowd. There was no heckling, I remembered almost everything I wanted to say, and they asked great questions.

volunteering at kids school

When it was over, the teachers seemed pleased and I was energized and excited about surviving the experience. The best part is the email I received the next day from Aden’s teacher, Ms. Kasbo:

I just wanted to let you know what a difference you made for the students in writing.  I noticed today during conferencing with them that several students were bringing up your comments and applying them to their own writing pieces, especially when we were speaking about keeping audience in mind when writing.  Just wanted to let you know what a positive effect it had on the students.  Thanks again.

I was happy to get a window into Aden’s world and show him some of what I do (so that’s why you’re always sitting at that computer mom!)  but the fact that I made even a small impact was a huge bonus.

Next month, I’m accompanying Eli on a class trip to see a play. At only 7, he’s elated for me to chaperone and see all his friends. I’ll be thrilled to sit with him on my lap in the dark and remain anonymous.

Each experience has its own rewards.

The best medicine

Sorry for the short post today but all my running around has run me down and I’m not feeling well. I went old school to treat my cold, popping Airborne vitamin C pills every three hours, drinking lots of liquids, and taking Nyquil before bed to get some sleep with this stuffy nose and head.

A cold is frustrating for a busy mom because you’re not sick enough to be in bed but just enough to feel like junk. Plus you can’t take anything for it.

I know it’s a sign from the universe to slow down. But who has the time?

I tried to take my routine down a notch in the last few days, which always freaks my kids out. When I got home from work Friday instead of bustling around or planning to go out, I parked myself on the couch and caught up on “American Idol” (another post on that to come.)

My boys looked concerned. Then 7-year-old Eli disappeared for a while. When I told him it was time for bed he begged me for more time to finish his project. I was getting annoyed and trying to muster up the energy to carry him upstairs when he handed me this.

Get well card for mommy

That’s he and I holding hands on the front…

….and inside was a football (not sure why, I guess cause he loves football) and this:

get well card for mommy

I mean really.

Some say laughter is the best medicine, but this card made me instantly feel better.

That Eli’s a keeper!

New book “Secrets of Happy Families” is worth your time

How many times have you discussed child rearing with a friend who recommended a book to help navigate a problem? If you’re anything like me, you’re a parent with wonderful intentions, and a stack of unread parenting books on the night table.

I have books on everything from sleeping to discipline to making boys into men– all collecting dust.  But recently I reviewed a book for the Associated Press that I promise is worth your time.

secrets of happy families review

The Secrets of Happy Families” is easy to read and offers clear, useful suggestions for eliminating some of the stress of modern parenting. Best-selling author, Bruce Feiler  (he wrote “Walking the Bible” and “Council of Dads”) is known for researching complicated topics and making them understandable and relatable.

He’s also a husband and father of two, so he has a vested interest in creating a successful playbook for happy families.

Feiler read hundreds of books by so-called “experts,” only to realize that their advice was outdated and not applicable to families in the real world. So instead, he goes to people at the top of their game in business, technology, sports, and the military who offer innovative ideas that succeed at work and at home.

In the chapter on managing money, Feiler speaks to one of Warren Buffet’s finance guys about how much allowance is appropriate for kids. He visits ESPN to talk about the best way to parent kid athletes, and he chats with the techies at Zynga– the huge gaming company that brought you Farmville and Mafia Wars– about the  best ways to amuse kids in an airport or long car trip. In the section on  fighting smarter, he consults Harvard negotiation gurus who broker mideast peace talks and applies it to a recurring argument with his wife.

He also sits down with several families that have tested strategies to control the chaos. Imagine getting through your morning routine or dinner/activities crunch without feeling like you’ve survived a war!

Bruce Feiler is the author.

Bruce Feiler is the author.

What I liked most about the book is Feiler’s voice. He writes candidly about the realities of family life, even when it’s not pretty. He shares stories about his own wife and children as they play guinea pig for the methods in the book. Never talking down to the reader, he writes with humor and honesty that resonates.

Feiler doesn’t pretend to solve every problem in his pursuit of happiness. He offers concrete suggestions for streamlining family life and reminds parents that– like anything worth having– a happy family takes work.

I’m glad this book wasn’t left to wither away on my shelf like so many others.  I’m making Wilson read it next so we can work as a team to implement some of the suggestions. Now we have new tools to work towards serenity in the home.

Just yelling less in the morning would be nice.

You can read the full review of “Secrets of Happy Families” here.

My kid’s obsessed with Instagram

My oldest son, Jacob, has only been a teenager for a few weeks, yet we’re already arguing about his use of technology.

You may recall a few months ago I posted about him begging me for a smart phone and a Facebook page. My feeling– backed up by Wilson- is that I don’t want to incur the extra cost of a smart phone and its maintenance, and I don’t want him having access to the internet whenever he feels like it. That can only lead to trouble.

I’m not naive enough to think these privileges aren’t going to happen in the near future, but I’d like to hold out as long as possible. Every day he’s learning and maturing and hopefully when I’m forced to give in, he will have that much more smarts to make the right decisions.

13 is a significant birthday and for Jews, becoming a bar mitzvah– which Jacob will do next month–  is a big deal. So his grandparents wanted to get him a special gift and suggested an iPad mini.

At first I balked, thinking it was too much. But then I realized that we would not spend the money on a tech luxury like that for him right now and he would probably love it.

It’s been life changing.

my kids obsessed with instagram

One the plus side, it’s made Jacob more independent and self-sufficient. He had more apps on that thing in 2 days than I’ve ever had, on all my devices combined. He has it set up so he gets the weather  (no more barging into my room to see the forecast every morning,) his favorite sports teams scores (no need for computer time instead of eating breakfast,) and his own camera.

He never cared much for a camera before but now he needs it to post on Instagram. Before I knew it, he was signed up and posting pix on Instagram almost hourly.

At first, I was concerned. I’m not on Instagram and didn’t know how to use it. I had banned him from Facebook and Google Plus but now, without even discussing it, he was right in the Insta-mix, gathering likes and friends like a magnet in a nail factory.

He spends hours every week making photo collages, scrolling through friends’ feeds and commenting on comments of pictures. I’m told his interest will wane after the novelty wears off, but he’s a social animal so I can see this becoming a powerful habit.

This is why I didn’t want him to have a smart phone. The lack of control and the complete abandon with which he jumped into the social media landscape makes me uncomfortable.

But then he was so happy to be part of the conversation, he told me he no longer needed a fancy phone. I realized that the iPad was the best short term compromise, because he has the social engagement and internet access he wants, but only at home (he doesn’t have 3G so can only use it with wifi) where its use can be monitored. He doesn’t take it to school or sports so the chances it gets damaged, lost, or stolen are slim.

kids obsessed with instagram

What I didn’t count on was the obsessive use. Unless we take it away, the kid is clutching that device from the moment he wakes up until it falls out of his grip when he’s overcome by sleep at night. In addition to Instagram, he’s streaming TV shows, playing games, and Googling most thoughts that enter his head.

Ick.

Welcome to modern parenting: limiting screen time and helping kids understand the importance of electronic-free activities. Jacob is a great student who does his homework before play time, and a busy athlete with many practices and games. When with his gang of boys after school, they often play sports outside, but our recent freezing, snowy weather has encouraged more inside activities, and TV and video games are too tempting.

Last weekend our family drove into Manhattan for the day and the kids played on iPads during the 30 minute trip in. But on the way home, there was an uproar when we took them away.

“Look out the window! See the world! Listen to the radio! Let your mind wander!” I yelled from the front seat as Jacob rolled his eyes and grunted. He managed to get through the ride but asked for the iPad as soon as we got home. We refused.

It’s a battle we’ll be fighting for the rest of time.

So I had a problem– Jacob wanted a smart phone– that I thought I  solved when he got an iPad…but that created a new problem. He’s only 13, and my first of three kids to go through technology adjustments and teen angst.

I better buckle up.

This is me, on a wall

I was furiously bustling around my kitchen today, cleaning off counters, putting away food, and waiting for the sweet potatoes to finish cooking in the microwave when I glanced up at my wall o’ stuff.

Everyone has one, right? A bulletin board, chalk board, desk, or basket that’s teeming with symbols of your busy life.

I looked at it objectively for the first time and thought how perfectly it spells out where I am, who I am, right now.

What do you think?

busy mom's bulletin board of stuff

This is what you’ll find there, shoved haphazardly into the clips of an old Pottery Barn card holder:

School notices for events. (Some I’ll enjoy, some I’ll tell my kids I forgot.)

Family pictures. (Old ones that make me smile.)

Word box calendar. (My 1st grader’s crutch for weekly sentences.)

School lunch calendar. (For days when pizza & pancakes make life easy.)

–Restaurant coupons.  (Which I repeatedly save and never remember to use.)

–Meditation card. (Promo from local Buddhist center.  I’ll get there someday.)

–Party invitations. (A reminder of presents to buy, fun to have.)

–Martha’s Vineyard postcard. (Looking at that beach brings me back.)

-Permission slips. (For school trips to UN and a play.)

-Family calendar. (Filled with photos of memories past and events to come.)

-Reading lists. (My kids will never get to all those books but we try.)

–Train schedule. (Helps me get to work (and some play) on time.)

-Kid art. (Once it goes up, it rarely ever comes down.)

What’s on your wall of stuff?

An offbeat solution to a prevalent parenting problem

I try to stick to funny or noteworthy stories about my family and stay away from parenting advice in this space. Who am I to tell you how to raise your kids?

But when I find a parenting trick that’s 100% effective, I think I owe it to you to share. Understand that what I’m about to tell you is rather unorthodox and would probably not be sanctioned by any psychologist or child-rearing expert.

But it works.

One day several years ago my boys (ages 7, 9 and 13)  were fighting over something silly. My middle son, Aden, came upstairs from the basement weeping, complaining that his brother had done him wrong. It could have been anything from taking a toy, to teasing, to excluding him from play. The sin didn’t matter, it was punishment he sought.

I tried to reason with Aden and ask all the right questions, to take blame out of the equation, instill a sense of self-reliance, and foster harmony and brotherly love.

He was having none of it. His brother was mean and he was pissed.

I’m not sure what came over me that day, but after employing all my sensible parenting methods–  likely including distraction and even bribery– I took a different tack.

“How would you like it if I just went down there and punched him in the nose?!” I said emphatically.

As soon as I said it, I felt sheepish and remorseful, knowing it was not the optimal adult response. But that all disappeared when Aden’s face lit up. He started grinning and screamed, “Yeah!!!

And a new tool was born.

we're a nice normal family sign

I thought it was a fluke but then tried it with my other kids and the reaction was universally positive. There’s something about picturing your adversary getting punched in the nose– at the hands of your mother no less– that makes everything ok.

Of course the first time Wilson heard me say it, he gasped in horror.

Nice, very nice. Don’t say that– you’re, you’re promoting violence!” 

He judged but I didn’t care. Still don’t.

Now mind you, I have never actually punched anyone in the nose, or anywhere else.  Most of the time I don’t even have to pretend to carry out revenge on the culprit. Just the idea of it usually suffices to get my kids over their anger.

I thought about it today when Aden came home from school and said a substitute class aide was being mean and giving the students a hard time.  I told him that wasn’t ok,  but that didn’t bring much relief. He was sinking into a mood. Then I asked if he wanted me to punch the aide in the nose, and he cracked up… and like that, it was over and he moved on.

All anyone wants is to be heard and understood. And sometimes all the right words don’t make a kid feel any better. But allowing them to imagine someone getting just desserts for bad behavior is comforting. And having me be the dragon slayer (or nose-puncher as the case may be)  in the situation makes them not only feel heard, but protected.

Like all good parenting techniques, this tactic shouldn’t be overused. I bring it out on select occasions so it has maximum impact. I’m gonna keep coasting on my empty threats until my kids tire of it….or Child Services comes to get me.

Do you have any controversial parenting tools you’d like to share? You can comment anonymously so don’t be shy!

My son is so over me

So it happened.

It was one of those moments you hear about from parents of older children, but you hope won’t happen to you. My oldest son, Jacob, was embarrassed to be seen with me.

It makes sense of course, and is totally age appropriate. He actually turns 13 tomorrow. But still I felt shock and dismay when he told me in no uncertain terms not to pick him up from a family friend’s bat mitzvah party this weekend.

He’s been a playa with the ladies since he was 5– practicing the art of flirting with his kindergarten teacher and mastering it in recent years with a regular gaggle of preteen girls. I get why he doesn’t want me weakening his game.

But he and I have a special relationship. He’s a talker– like his mom– so he frequently confides in me about friends, school, and girls, and seems to value my opinion. I have a nice bond with his gang of boys and they’re always eager to chat when I see them, so I can’t be a complete loser among his peers.

Jacob and me bonding

He had a basketball game and had to leave the party early so I was going to bring him his uniform and pop in for 5 minutes to say mazel tov to the event hosts. But Jacob was having none of it. Our text conversation went something like this:

Cool mom:   I’m going to bring your stuff at 240p. 

Mortified son:  NO! I have nowhere to put it. and you’re not invited. You’re not coming. Seriously, that’s so annoying.

Cool mom:  I’m coming for 5 minutes.

Mortified sonWell, I’ll be gone. Bring it to the game. Don’t come. What is your problem? I don’t want you here. 

Cool mom:  I’ll be there at 2p and I’ll only stay for an hour. I’m wearing a bikini and carrying sparklers and balloons. See you soon!!!

Mortified son:  Be quiet don’t come!

Cool mom:  Go have fun at the party. 

Mortified son:  Meet me at the game.

Cool mom:  Love you too!!

When I got there, he was leaving and barely acknowledged me as I handed him his bag.

It’s funny. But it’s also a moment that changes everything. His face no longer lights up when I walk in a room. He doesn’t want to share his world with me the way he once did. He’s growing up.

Next weekend our whole family was invited to another bar mitzvah and Jacob is pissed. He actually demanded we decline the invitation so he can hang with his friends without us invading his space.

teen embarrassed by parents
Jacob & his bros enjoying a party

I told him– in the kindest of ways– that we were actually looking forward to cocktails and dancing with our friends and didn’t plan to cramp his style. We had to promise we won’t approach or speak to him when he’s with his friends.

The bargaining over our family’s “appropriate behavior” in front of his friends got so eye-rollingly ridiculous that we started torturing him for sport. Every day for a week, Wilson would yell “Hey Jacob, how do you like my moves?” and then dance like a freak, to the howls and giggles of his brothers….and then “Bet you can’t wait to see me on the dance floor at the party!” 

Jacob is not happy.

His only saving grace to the whole family being invited to this party is that his 7-year-old brother, Eli, is the greatest wing man ever. There’ll be girls all over him.

Eli getting girls at family party
Eli getting girls at family party

But Jacob still wishes we’d just stay home.

I get it. I was 13 once too. So I’ll try my hardest not to embarrass him next weekend and only peek in his direction when I know he’s not looking.

And hope that he still tells me all about it when we get home.

Making sense of the male mind

The other day I was in the car with my family driving to my son’s basketball game. Three of my 12-year-old son, Jacob’s  friends (who are not on his team) were in the car too because — for reasons that escape me–  these boys enjoy spending every Saturday watching their friends play sports, as much as they like watching professionals on TV.

As we’re driving, one boy asked Jacob which team we were playing that day.  The conversation went something like this:

Sam:  “Dude, who are you playing today?”

Jacob: “We’re playing Ridgefield and we’re going to kill them!”

Avery: “Remember last year when you played Verona in the semis and they had that really tall kid?”

Jacob: “Yeah, we beat them and screwed up their season!”

Sam and Avery: “Oh yeah, that was sick! Wasn’t that the time Brandon went off and you had a ton of assists?”

Jacob: “Yeah, we beat them 53-50 and messed up their perfect record.”

Then my 9-year-old, Aden chimes in with yet another minute detail of a game that was played a year before, in another town.

the mind of a boy

As the mother of three little jocks, I should not be surprised by the level of minutia these boys remember about a sporting event. They spew stats and plays at each other all day long. On one level I’m impressed by their passion and commitment to sports, whether stockpiling information on their favorite pro teams or their own.

But what struck me that day in the car is that these are the same boys who can’t remember where they put their shoes 12 hours ago. The same squirts who lose track of their homework  somewhere between the kitchen table and their backpack 4 feet away.

I don’t get it.

Sometimes it’s baffling to live in a house full of males. They have their own shorthand that I will never understand. And their minds all seem to work the same way.

They could be late for school or practice and stare at a coat closet for 10 minutes, wondering why they’re there….and then wander off to kick a ball of some sort, without a care in the world about the task they just forgot.

If you ask my 9-year-old to locate something– say a hairbrush in his room– he’ll go up there and look around for 15 seconds before screaming “MOOOOOM I can’t find it.”

When I get upstairs, said hairbrush is usually in a drawer or under a pile of clothes. They take “looking” literally. They just glance around and never actually pick things up or open a drawer!

Wilson’s not much better. If I had a buck for every time he said “Have you seen  my…..” I’d be able to pay a butler to find things for him. But he can tell me the score of a Super Bowl game a decade ago or describe the comeback of the ’86 Mets as if it were yesterday.

Jacob can rattle off the stats of his favorite player on the University of Michigan basketball team on cue. He can tell you about Trey Burke’s unbelievable run, including his average points (18.6) and assists (7.3). He can also tell you what he ate for dinner on a vacation we took two years ago. But somehow he can’t remember to put a napkin on his lap when he eats.

They’re odd creatures, those little men of mine.

Maybe someday they’ll get a glimpse of how I see the world if they have the pleasure of living with a woman, or parenting a daughter.

I hope they do. Who else is going to find the hairbrush?

Good deeds are frosting on the cake

One of my oldest friends, Susie, celebrated her birthday last week. When her husband asked her what she wanted as a gift, she said she didn’t need anything but  would love to initiate 45 random acts of kindness.

Her husband dutifully sent an email to friends and family asking everyone to do a good deed for a stranger to help her celebrate. I loved the idea and got my kids brainstorming about what we could do to make someone’s day.

We happened to be in town for lunch so on our way home we stopped at our local theater and gave the ticket sales gal $20. We told her to tell the next two moviegoers that a benevolent stranger had already paid for their tickets. We suggested she tell the lucky recipients that it was a random act of kindness and encourage them to pay it forward.

random acts of kindness for birthday

The woman in the booth got a big smile on her face and eagerly agreed. Our gesture had made her happy too. Her excitement about participating  in our good deed showed my kids how easy it is to spread cheer with one small act.

Riding our altruistic high, we talked the whole way home about what other things we could do to help people. It was snowing pretty hard and many people were out-of-town for the holiday. We decided it would be nice to shovel the sidewalks and driveways of our two closest neighbors.

Random acts of kindness for birthday

Once my boys–  ages 7 and 9– (my 12-year-old was sick) started shoveling, they were having so much fun, they kept going all the way down the block. When we were finished, we had shoveled the sidewalks and driveways of 8 houses!

Birthday acts of kindness

We proudly sent an email to Susie with photos of our Samaritan adventures. Many of her friends had already replied with their own acts of kindness, which included:

–Buying a bunch of candy bars and handing them out to many delighted strangers.

–Buying lunch for a soldier and his wife and kids.

–Driving clothes and toys to Good Will

–Delivering Dunkin Donuts to all the employees at a bank

–Playing with dogs and making a donation in Susie’s name to an animal shelter

–Buying a drink for a stranger at a bar, leading to a nice chat

–Bringing cookies to an assisted care facility

The birthday girl herself bought 45 roses and handed them out to random people on the street who were thrilled.

I’m not sure if the list added up to 45, but all Susie’s friends and relatives who participated seemed as enthusiastic and rewarded by their tasks as we were. We all thanked her for the excuse to do something nice for others, just because.

As an adult, I don’t get a lot of presents anymore. Even people close to us don’t always have the time or money to spend on gifts. This was a gift that could fit any budget, with long-lasting effects.

Thanks Susie, for using your birthday to create a ripple of joy for the people who love you, and some you don’t even know.

 

 

Three must-see parenthood video spoofs

I’m sure your inboxes and Facebook pages are as clogged as mine with viral messages, cartoons, photos, and videos that often don’t live up to the hype. I have a visceral reaction to delete as soon as I read the words “You gotta see this!” atop any message.

Most of the time,  I don’t gotta. Quite often, it’s a colossal waste of my time.

So I realize I’m going out on a limb when I suggest the following three viral videos for you to watch. But really, I wouldn’t risk my rep for relevance if I didn’t find these three at the top of musical parenting parodies.

They are each hilarious, and at times even sweet. But all capture the absurdity, frustration, and sacrifice of raising children. They’re funny because they ring so true.

parent teacher conference video from rated p the musical

My wildly talented friend Sandy wrote a musical last year called “Rated P for Parenthood” that made it to off-Broadway. It was filled with great songs about parenting but one of the highlights was a rap called “Parent Teacher Conference” which I’ve watched a dozen times and still giggle.

This week, I received a link to a video called The Parent Rap, and each time I watch it, I catch another line or visual that cracks me up.

And then there’s the classic gem known as  “The Mom Song” which details a day in the life of a mom who only wants the best for her children, and won’t stand for mediocrity.

These videos make me envious and wishing I had the creativity and tenacity to write and produce something that clever and amusing.

If you get a moment in your busy day, click on the links above and let me know what you think. Let the musical mom mockery begin!