I remember it clearly. The moment that is. I don't remember the day, the month, or what I was wearing but I do remember hearing the cry in the monitor and dragging myself out of bed to go nurse Alex when he was about 2 months. I remember holding this tiny little thing, sitting on the recliner and just closing my eyes out of exhaustion. I thought about the day I didn't have to do this anymore, and thought how sweet that day would be. Now I sort of wish I could take that back. Don't get me wrong I'm such a better mom when I'm able to get a full night of sleep. But as of this week I've realized that Alex has self-weaned. I was planning to do some extended breastfeeding just in the mornings as I knew of the benefits and such. I cannot describe the feeling of sadness I experienced today as I noticed Alex is no longer interested but prefers his sippy cup filled with fresh whole milk. I thought back to that moment when I wished this day to come. Well, it's finally here and I wish, somehow, I could go back. Alex is growing up, and it is completely and absolutely bittersweet.
A bittersweet goodbye, that's all it is. In reality, it seems we moms go through it all the time. Bittersweet when they learn to sit up, because that means he's getting control of his head and such but how we're going to miss holding onto that little head with tenderness. Bittersweet when they start crawling because that means no more rolling around on the floor. Bittersweet when they start walking because that means no more crawling with that sweet little bum moving from side to side.
A bittersweet goodbye, I keep telling myself. The truth is sometimes it comes and we're not ready for it - even though we try to convince ourselves we are. I know I'm not ready for this separation, but I do know I'm ready to know I'll be ready someday. A bittersweet goodbye, which one day will be more sweet and less bitter. But for now, I'm enjoying the now, what he's currently doing such as holding my hair when I hug him, giving me kisses on the nose, and playing hide and seek....which are all sweet.
The happenings of the Chaney casita
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Bully reflections and tips
I have been thinking about writing about this topic for a while. It has been on my mind since I talked to my sister and she told me that my sweet nephew (only 4 years of age) was experiencing his first taste of being bullied. Granted he wasn't the only one, but I couldn't help but feel shocked that this is happening in preschool already. Yep, I was disgusted. In trying to help her find some solutions I thought back to my own practice and training with children experiencing trauma. I hadn't received training specifically for bullying but I was able to help her with some tips. But before I get to that kudos to my wonderful sis because in reality she had already done plenty to help with the situation. Most kids who are bullied never ever tell their parents, most of the time parents are completely unaware of the situation until there is definite scarring. It was interesting for me to see that my little nephew, albeit with some hesitation, had communicated to my sister what was happening - including remarks on how this boy was on the naughty list and would not receive any presents from Santa, gotta love their innocence! This was remarkable to me, because it indicates first and foremost a strong relationship of trust and intimacy between mother and son. I know without a doubt that when there is no trust this sort of situation would've never been reported, mostly because...well it is scary. Bullying is scary, and kids will not talk about scary stuff unless they feel safe. So for me that is the most important thing a parent can do: have a strong safe connection with your child so that he/she will communicate this fears to you because he/she knows that you are safe. Second, I remember my sister telling me that this conversation started because she noticed that he was a bit scared upon entering the classroom. I hear about the morning rush, getting ready to get kids to school, among all of the other errands we mothers face along with the 1,000 things in our minds; yet she noticed. I have learned - albeit slowly - that pressing the pause button can have wonderful effects on mothering...and our sanity! The more I thought about it the more I realized that a good mom not only knows their children but also takes the time to notice. In this case my sister knew him, so she was able to tell how he looks and behaves when he is scared and had paused long enough to notice it. These two things speak loudly on her relationship with my nephew...and something all of us should consider. I definitely want to be able to know Alex enough to tell when he's scared and not so rushed that I wouldn't notice a moment of hesitation upon entering the classroom, but most importantly I want him to know and feel that mommy is safe, and while I might not be able to fix everything (although I want to!) mommy can be with him in that precise moment when things are scary.
The second part are some other tips that clearly only work if you have a strong relationship with the child, and are aware of the situation - that's why I said my sister had already done the hardest part of the job! Little children need to feel safe when they're with you, but also when they're alone and you're not there. They need to feel empowered. My nephew has a thing for sharks - don't ask me why- so I suggested to my sister for her to makeup a story in which the shark comes victorious after a quarrel with the big big whale. Young kids usually do not understand if you explain matter of fact what is happening, they learn through play. So, in his language makeup a story in which he/she can identify herself and come out feeling stronger and empowered. This is not to say that feeling scared should be banned those feelings needs to be validated...I cannot stress this enough...being scared is normal and it needs to be acknowledged. In other words, the big shark despite being powerful and strong was scared but managed to defeat the whale. Then come with a little phrase that you can repeat right before he/she gets out of the car, in this case it was strong as a shark! And there he went ready to face the day feeling more empowered and walking taller. I also suggested if possible to empower him by asking me to say strong as a shark with body postures that signify confidence such as stretching out his arms, jumping, and so forth. When we feel scared or threatened our body will send that message, we will usually makes ourselves look smaller. So I told her to help him look bigger, taller so that he in his little 4 year old body feels confident and secure in his ability to conquer that day and be an example to his friends - who were also being bullied by the same boy. Things have gone a lot better, so much better that now my nephew has decided to invite the bully boy to his birthday party! (Talk about forgiveness! But that's a topic for another day) There are many ways to deal with this, and I certainly found many books aimed at young kids to talk about this and empower them. However, I stand for what I first wrote, none of these things matter if we do not know our children, if we do not strive to press the pause button once in a while, and most importantly if mommy is not safe.
The second part are some other tips that clearly only work if you have a strong relationship with the child, and are aware of the situation - that's why I said my sister had already done the hardest part of the job! Little children need to feel safe when they're with you, but also when they're alone and you're not there. They need to feel empowered. My nephew has a thing for sharks - don't ask me why- so I suggested to my sister for her to makeup a story in which the shark comes victorious after a quarrel with the big big whale. Young kids usually do not understand if you explain matter of fact what is happening, they learn through play. So, in his language makeup a story in which he/she can identify herself and come out feeling stronger and empowered. This is not to say that feeling scared should be banned those feelings needs to be validated...I cannot stress this enough...being scared is normal and it needs to be acknowledged. In other words, the big shark despite being powerful and strong was scared but managed to defeat the whale. Then come with a little phrase that you can repeat right before he/she gets out of the car, in this case it was strong as a shark! And there he went ready to face the day feeling more empowered and walking taller. I also suggested if possible to empower him by asking me to say strong as a shark with body postures that signify confidence such as stretching out his arms, jumping, and so forth. When we feel scared or threatened our body will send that message, we will usually makes ourselves look smaller. So I told her to help him look bigger, taller so that he in his little 4 year old body feels confident and secure in his ability to conquer that day and be an example to his friends - who were also being bullied by the same boy. Things have gone a lot better, so much better that now my nephew has decided to invite the bully boy to his birthday party! (Talk about forgiveness! But that's a topic for another day) There are many ways to deal with this, and I certainly found many books aimed at young kids to talk about this and empower them. However, I stand for what I first wrote, none of these things matter if we do not know our children, if we do not strive to press the pause button once in a while, and most importantly if mommy is not safe.
Monday, February 4, 2013
Alex's first Birthday Party: The indestructible T-rex
Well after finally getting all of the pics from his birthday onto my computer I'm ready to report on it. His actual birthday was on a Wednesday in which we stayed home to relax and just pamper him.
I took what seemed like a million pictures and made him some special salmon (he LOVES fish) along with a bit of a cupcake with a candle. It was just our little family. It was perfect!
Then on that Saturday we had his birthday party with family and friends. I will have to say that it was stressful haha but he was such a good boy and behaved like an angel for all of his party willing to cooperate and ready to have fun!
I had his cake ordered to go along with the birthday party theme: dinosaurs! I went to Provo bakery, it was beyond scrumptious and they didn't charge me for the decoration, a good place to go if you need a cake!
And presenting: the indestructible t-rex pinata! All the kids beat it several times and after not getting a scratch the adults got to get rid of their built up frustration haha and beat the thing....and after many attempts the t-rex was still alive! I mean the hitting stick pretty much broke and the t-rex only lost part of his mouth haha we had to manually open it to get the candy!
We opened presents, which was a lot of fun! It was funny that he didn't eat the cake but just played with it haha and made a mess thank goodness people gave him clothes as presents as I had to change him because his pants were completely covered with frosting.
It was a celebration I will not forget, my little boy will never be one again, but I know that this day will always be special as he continues to grow and fill that cake with more candles.
I took what seemed like a million pictures and made him some special salmon (he LOVES fish) along with a bit of a cupcake with a candle. It was just our little family. It was perfect!
Then on that Saturday we had his birthday party with family and friends. I will have to say that it was stressful haha but he was such a good boy and behaved like an angel for all of his party willing to cooperate and ready to have fun!
I had his cake ordered to go along with the birthday party theme: dinosaurs! I went to Provo bakery, it was beyond scrumptious and they didn't charge me for the decoration, a good place to go if you need a cake!
And presenting: the indestructible t-rex pinata! All the kids beat it several times and after not getting a scratch the adults got to get rid of their built up frustration haha and beat the thing....and after many attempts the t-rex was still alive! I mean the hitting stick pretty much broke and the t-rex only lost part of his mouth haha we had to manually open it to get the candy!
We opened presents, which was a lot of fun! It was funny that he didn't eat the cake but just played with it haha and made a mess thank goodness people gave him clothes as presents as I had to change him because his pants were completely covered with frosting.
It was a celebration I will not forget, my little boy will never be one again, but I know that this day will always be special as he continues to grow and fill that cake with more candles.
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