January 29, 2009
by heather
3 Comments

Finding the Right Pediatrician

This morning we changed pediatric practices. I’ve changed pediatricians four times since my first child was born, but this time we changed practices. The truth is, I didn’t know what to look for when Son was born and as I sampled Dr’s in the large practice, I moved around a bit. Two men, two women.

Our first pediatrician, Dr. M, seemed nice, well educated and was referred by a couple friends, but she only worked part-time so we frequently saw other doctors when my kids were sick. And then there was the episode when she said no, she didn’t need to see my 6 week old for the noisy breathing I described over the phone (we’re talking flock of seagulls here). When we later learned he had laryngomalicia, which led to learning he had mild acid reflux and explained the trouble he’d had breastfeeding, I switched doctors.

Continue Reading →

January 21, 2009
by heather
0 comments

Turning Five

Over the weekend, Husband and I set up this “big”week for Son: On Tuesday, Barack Obama becomes President and on Thursday, you turn five! He was very excited and somehow (being four) managed to combine the two, believing that when Barack Obama becomes President, he’ll be five.

Well, we managed to separate the two events yesterday, what with the general hoopla and excitement over the inauguration (hard word to say when you’re four). I made my little speech over dinner, setting up our viewing of the (Tivo’d) ceremony.

Continue Reading →

January 7, 2009
by heather
0 comments

Investigating Things That Go Bump in the Daytime

The buzzing started shortly after breakfast. Ice storm, no school, too many pancakes. Kids played with play do, I circled the house, searching for the mysterious buzz. Not upstairs. Not downstairs.

Finally, I turned off the radio, “Shhhhhhhhhhh!”

Kids and I walked towards big television in living room. It seemed to be emanating from above, behind, below.

Shhhhhhhh!”

I put my ear next to the flat screen, against the speakers, down in the cabinet. Turned the cable box off and on.

Shhhhhhh!”

“Okay, down to the playroom,” I herded the children downstairs so I could focus on finding the source of the noise.

Husband called just then. Yes, no school. Lights have flickered on and off but we still have power. And, there’s a strange noise buzzing from near the stereo equipment.

“Could it be dangerous?” I ask.

“Well, you can move the speaker and see if that’s it.” Done. Nope.

“Try unplugging the Sonos system.” Done. Nope.

He’s so calm in his cozy office while I play neurotic housewife, keeping him on the phone to walk through this investigation with me.

“Okay, it seems to be coming from the floor. Could it be wires underneath? It’s not dangerous, is it?”

“Probably not.”

“Wait, it seems louder over here by the end table. I’m next to the couch.”

(Picture me on hands and knees. Ears to everything.)

“It’s getting really loud. WAIT A MINUTE!”

I bring my head up to view mini pink Barbie computer sitting on top of end table, emanating a loud, really loud, buzzing sound. Pop open the case, turn power to off and voila, sound is gone.

“It was Daughter’s Barbie computer.” Okay, bye.

I thank God that the $14.95 impulse purchase for two year old for Christmas didn’t cost me a $200 visit from the electrician.

Then again, it wasn’t too long ago a repairman found Son’s colossal mistake.

In November we returned home from a week in SF over Thanksgiving to find our backyard and garage flooded. After learning from neighbors that it hadn’t rained much, we thought the underground well-pump must have broken. A well engineer/fixer guy was called.

He circled the house and looked at me. “Your well is fine. Your garden hose has been on full blast.” That would be for ten days. Ten days! A dim, fuzzy memory creeps into my brain. The warmish day before we left for SF, Son is outside, asking to turn on the hose.

“No, it’s winter,” I reply. “We don’t use the hose at this time of year.” Guess he did. Must have been while I raked those remaining leaves. And we never saw it since we went inside shortly afterwards and left for the airport in darkness the next morning.

Fortunately, there’s a strange CT state clause that allows home insurance to pay claims on water damage for human accidents like these. “Yup,” the adjuster said. “There was a kid upstate who turned on a fire hydrant and the water ran all the way down the street and into a driveway and flooded a home’s basement. Ruined everything.” Okay then.

“How old is your son?”

“Four.”

“Oh, I see.”

Strange household noises or floods? Check with the kids first.

January 3, 2009
by heather
0 comments

Building vs. Planting

For Christmas, Youngest Brother gave me a sweet little book of Paulo Coelho’s quotations titled, Life. One of the excerpts jumped out at me as being very applicable to raising children:

In his or her life, each person can take one of two attitudes:
to build or to plant.
Builders may take years over their tasks,
but one day they will finish what they are doing.
Then they will stop, hemmed in by their own walls.
Life becomes meaningless once the building is finished.
Those who plant suffer the storms
and the seasons and barely rest.
Unlike a building, a garden never stops growing.
And by its constant demands
on the gardener’s attentions,
it makes of the gardener’s life a great adventure.Brida
I realized upon reading this that there is a constant temptation to “build” my children into the beings I want them to be: well-mannered, well-behaved, smart, creative, independent (but no talking back!), silly (put your PJs on now!), curious (well, honey, that’s just the way it is) and yes, adventurous people.
But the truth is, their development is not in my control. No matter how often I think I can control their outcome, it is simply not up to me. It’s challenging to sit back and wait for a seed to sprout, to passively witness how it takes shape in its own way, in its own time.
My responsibility is to guide and teach my kids. But they will grow as they choose and are able. I’ll suffer the storms and barely rest. But the adventure all along the way is mine – and theirs – to experience.

December 27, 2008
by heather
1 Comment

Setting New Year’s Goals

Each year around New Year’s I write down my goals for the year. Not resolutions, goals. The term “resolution” means failure to me. I can’t help it. Growing up, I nearly always set a weight loss resolution and kind of knew in the back of my mind that I wasn’t really going to keep it.

Early in my career, I switched to setting goals. Goals are just more concrete. You hold yourself to them. Especially if you write them down. This is the critical element. You must put pen to paper to achieve success (see my notes on the famous Yale Study about this at the end of this post.) When I started setting specific goals and writing them down about fifteen years ago, my goals were mostly career oriented. And I discovered that when I wrote them down, I met them! Seriously. In fact, I often exceeded them. Especially salary goals. If I set a salary I hoped to achieve in 1, 2 or 5 years, I earned it earlier than my goal.

Setting Mommy Goals
Since most Mommies have children after their careers, why not use techniques that helped in your career for motherhood? As a mother, I’ve found it critical to make specific goals, especially for myself, if I don’t want to be totally consumed by my family and household’s ever demanding needs. When it comes to goal setting, the more specific the goal, the more likely I’m successful. And while there’s a balance to what’s possible and unachievable, I always keep in mind that in most instances, “Some is Better than None!”

Here are some sample areas and goals to consider for your Mommy Goals:

Personal time and space
How much time do you need for yourself each day? Each week?

Example: I will take fifteen minutes of peaceful solace each day.
This may mean that after your husband comes home, you sit in the bathroom with a magazine or staring into space to get a little quite, alone time. But you find a way to take time for yourself each day. Otherwise, it probably won’t happen.

Exercise
How often do you want to exercise? If you hope for five times a week but three times is achievable, make it happen.

Hobby, study, vocation
Do you want to maintain a hobby or learn a new craft?
Example: I will take a pottery/math/writing class this Spring.

Nutrition
How can you maintain your health while balancing a child’s schedule and foods?

My goal one year was to add one additional piece of fruit each day. I had read that the additional fiber would aid weight loss over time. It was pretty easy to focus on choosing an apple over crackers in the afternoon when I had this goal in the back of my mind.

Behavior
Do you want to focus on certain aspects of your behavior? Taming a temper? Being silly with your kids? Affectionate with your husband?

Marriage
Spousal relationships can take a quick backseat when children come along. What time/activities do you want to protect and encourage with your husband?

Some people have a regular Saturday babysitter. If this is too much, how about a goal of one night out per month with your hubby? It will focus you to get a babysitter for at least one night each month and you’ll truly look forward to it.

Environmental
Do you want to commit to green living with your children? Sample goals include packing lunches and snacks in reusable containers versus plastic bags, putting fluorescent lights in the playroom, and keeping the lights off and the heat down in rooms you’re not in.

This is just a sampling of goal areas, but hopefully it can help center you in some areas for the New Year. Good luck!

Goal Setting Sources
(Two sources inspired me to write down my goals. The first was a Yale Study my brother told me about when he was in business school. According to the study, in 1953, researchers surveyed Yale’s graduating seniors to determine how many of them had specific, written goals for their future. The answer: 3%. Twenty years later, researchers polled the surviving members of the Class of 1953 — and found that the 3% who had written down their goals had accumulated more personal financial wealth than the other 97% of the class combined. When looking for a source link to reference in this post, I discovered that Fast Company magazine debunked this legendary story and it isn’t true. Oh, well. It works anyway.

The second source was a great book by Martha Beck called Finding Your Own North Star. She helps make your goal setting specific by prompting you to chunk up your goal into minute steps and put each on a Post It note. As she describes it, you put where you are now on a Post It on the left side of a wall. You put your goal on the other side of the wall and every tiny step on Post Its in between. It’s a great way to focus your efforts to reach a goal.)

December 13, 2008
by heather
0 comments

Believing in Santa Claus

When I picked up Son from preschool Lunch Bunch, he pulled me aside and excitedly said,

“Mom, guess what happened today?”

“What?” I asked.

“Well, we were eating lunch and Miss Jill was getting coffee and we heard bells. And Miss Sherry said, ‘Listen, what’s that?’ And she said, “It’s Santa watching us.”

He had a huge smile on his face and felt very, very special that Santa had paid a special preschool drive by of his school.

I was touched and moved by his joy and pure belief in the event. And it sealed for me the power of believing in Santa Claus for young children.

I have to admit it’s felt awkward for me to summon lies each Christmas in telling the tale of Santa Claus. It goes against my year long effort of gentle explanations and truth telling to my kids. My experience is just a trickle down of a larger trend in our society. Businesses strive for transparency and reality television has created a way “too much information” culture.

It’s a far cry from my parents’ generation when less was more when it came to filling in the kids on most things. “We’ll see” was the common response to many requests and you didn’t get an explanation.

So, hearing Son’s ready, sweet willingness to believe such an obvious Santa ruse sealed my belief as well. My belief in children’s ability and need for the story with a good hero. For a story of magic and mystery.

Kind of like that other Christmas story. You know – the one about the baby who comes to save the world. And while my kids seem pretty moved by the events that night in Bethlehem and three kings who brought gifts, they kinda like the guy who brings them gifts. And, I’m all for it.

December 9, 2008
by heather
0 comments

Magically Disappearing Mystery Minutes

Why is getting out of the house on time in the morning with two preschoolers akin to herding one hundred cats through a small swinging door? Try as I might, I still can’t find the best way to encourage (or threaten) Son and Daughter to get dressed and out the door on time. It doesn’t matter how early we start to get ready, their silliness will find a way to delay our departure.

I call this magically disappearing time Mystery Minutes. And my rule of thumb is: Plan to leave 15 minutes prior to the actual time you need to leave.

In fact, plan 15 Mystery Minutes into all outings with children.

That’s 15 Mystery Minutes before you need to leave the playground, play date, etc. to make it somewhere else on time (or just because you want to leave). That allows for three “five minute warnings.” Which is where the Mystery Minutes come from: The fact that it takes at least three times longer than you think to herd children in your direction. Three times as long to convince them it’s a good idea, to assert your authority that they must comply, to entice them with a tempting enough carrot, or threaten them with a strong enough warning.

And, because no matter how carefully I’ve planned the steps to get us out the door, Son or Daughter will spring a surprise tactic or tantrum that sets us off course.

(This morning I cajoled Son into using nasal spray with a promise of two kitty cookies (one for each nostril). Well, of course Daughter then wanted some, too. What seemed like a good way to get him moving, turned into an all out tantrum when she insisted on five cookies.

“Just two!”
“Five!”
“We don’t eat cookies in the morning. Two or none.”
“None.”
None?”
“No, five!”

She was frustrated because she didn’t understand the rules. 1. We don’t usually get cookies in the morning so if we’re going to have two, why not five? 2. I usually negotiate on matters of little consequence. When did kitty cookies become a big deal?

So, I tell myself, if I’m going to break the rules, I should live with the consequences. And, if I’m going to break them, why not just give in all the way. More times than not, I realize later that whatever stubborn “rule” I held onto, was not worth my child’s tears.

And, next time, maybe I’ll plan for the full 30 Mystery Minutes so I’m not a crazed lunatic scrambling for snow pants and a second glove.

November 13, 2008
by heather
0 comments

Laws of the Mommy Universe

As I try and try to understand my children – or me as a Mommy to my children, it dawns on me that kids are really just an exaggerated microcosm of our human nature. For example:

They always Want what they can’t have (me, toys, more time to fool around before going anywhere). Remember dating and the nice guy who called consistently. Things were going well and you took for granted that he was interested in you. Then one night he didn’t call. Or didn’t end the date with, “When will I see you again?” All of a sudden, he’s the greatest guy on the planet! You gotta have him!!! Kind of like what happens for my kids the minute I pick up the phone, start to prepare dinner, walk into the other room…

They are amazing Creatures of Habit. I wrote about this awhile ago, saying What you allow one night or two, quickly becomes habit and hard to undo. We all like our routines and kids can pounce on any chance behavior, turning it into their personal mission to repeat.

They’ll Stretch out any task to fill the time allotted. I was recently working on a book project and a colleague was worried about the deadline – eight months from now. We discussed adding another six months (and missing a publishing cycle) but knew we’d just stretch the same amount of work into a longer period. My kids will take as long as I give them to get dressed, brush their teeth, or do whatever’s necessary to get their butts out the door in time for school or any other place we need to get to by a certain time. Isn’t it amazing that it can take 2 or 20 minutes to put on a pair of shoes?

(My rule: Add 15 mystery minutes to every deadline for getting out the door on time. This allows for the coat trauma, the carseat drama, and my need to pee once everybody’s finally buckled in.)

And of course, they procrastinate.  Ask them to do anything and they’ll put it off. Unless, the reward (or threat) entices them enough. Same for us. We all procrastinate –  especially on the stuff we don’t want to do (which for our kids is anything we ask them to do).

In the end, all I can do is try to have some empathy when witnessing my worst or simply most human traits in my kids.

November 6, 2008
by heather
1 Comment

Mom in Chief

In a rally shortly before the election, Michelle Obama noted that her primary job is that of Mom in Chief. Don’t you love that title? And, it’s more relevant to motherhood than ever. As her husband, Barack, selects his cabinet and focus for the administration during difficult times for our country, many mommies are also strategizing during difficult times for their families. The one difference: We play Mom in Chief and the entire Cabinet, too.

Here’s what I’m trying to tackle right now:

As Secretary of the Household Treasury: I went through the family budget spreadsheet and made some drastic cuts to weekly spending. Away went went the housecleaner. Should I buy Son’s winter coat at Walmart instead of Patagonia this year?

As Secretary of the State of preschool relations and playdates: Can I negotiate a weekly playdate exchange to replace one afternoon of childcare? Should I end direct discussions with mothers who never return the invitation?

As Chief of Family Staff: I’m insisting that Husband start scooping the litter and help more with the weekly cleaning. I’m mandating less sugar and salty kid foods in the shopping cart and more family music making.

And, as Attorney General Mom: I’m only threatening Time Outs when I will actually follow up and use them and commiting to cease my endless threats… “Put that down right now or I’ll take it away!”

Too bad they can’t vote me out in four years!

October 31, 2008
by heather
0 comments

My Mommy Vote for Barack Obama

Over the past five years, I’ve trekked up to our middle school gym to vote in various elections with a baby strapped to my front, riding in a stroller, then holding my hand as I explained the importance of pulling levers in that funny booth drawn off by a curtain.

This year, it turns out I’ll be away on Election Day so Daughter and I made a special trip to Town Hall. We waited in line for my absentee ballot then sat at a large conference table while I filled in the circles for each of my chosen candidates. At two years old, she doesn’t understand the importance of this election – for her present and her future.

This year’s election is the first to draw me into the political process in such an engaged way. Barack Obama inspired me to reach into my wallet, pick up the phone and call strangers in another state, and eagerly await my nightly installation of Shields and Brooks on the News Hour.

Many months ago, I read his autobiography, Dreams from my Father, and this sealed my belief in the quality of his intellect, social insight, leadership, and ability and willingness to tackle steep challenges. Watching how well he’s run his campaign this last year and how expertly he’s crafted his policies; I’m convinced he is our children’s best hope for a brighter future than what lies before them today.

On the Economy
If your biggest worry is the economy: I’ll cite his tax plan, his regulatory stance, and his plans to build a new energy economy as the smartest solutions. A (wealthy) friend recently derided his tax policy that would have her family pay more money. Well, my friend, you are fortunate to make so much money that you received a tax cut from George W. Now it’s going to be taken away. You can choose to view that as having your taxes raised. However, the many millions of Americans who didn’t get a tax break then, justly deserve one. You claim your “trickle down” will drive the economy more. Ah, come on.

As for regulation, well, hopefully we’re all on the same page in seeing why more regulation is necessary because certain industries (and people) can’t control their excesses.

Next, Obama’s plan to build a new energy economy not only provides millions of new jobs, but has the best chance of saving our planet for our children’s future.

Global Warming
After the economy, his policies to stanch global warming are my second primary reason for supporting him as a candidate for President. I’ll say two things on this. One: If you don’t yet believe in global warming, go visit the North Pole or pay a visit to a bustling city in China. Second: Do a little reading and learn that there is not enough oil on our planet (let alone in the United States) to last the next generation’s lifetime. Add to that our melting glaciers and bizarre weather patterns (see Hurricane Katrina), and you hopefully understand our planet’s fragile condition and the need for urgent alternatives.

Foreign Relations
My third primary reason for supporting Obama is his gifted ability to rebuild our nation’s respect in the world. He has a gift for diplomacy and a willingness to understand his opponent’s position, even while continuing to oppose a position, belief or action. This gift will make a difference in our foreign policy. A big one. And, he is one of the few leaders to fully understand the threat and impact of Pakistan and Afghanistan to our nation and world peace.

Our Choice, Your Choice
So, if I haven’t sold you yet (if you’re undecided at this late date), I’ll make my final plea: As a woman, as a mother, it is imperative that we protect our right to choose. Even if you would never choose abortion for yourself, would you really take the right away from other women, from our daughters and their future peers, who may for whatever their own particular saddest reason, desperately need it?

Finally, as individuals and as a country; we can’t under value the opportunities made possible by a great leader. Obama has a rare gift for eloquently expressing ideas and hopes that inspire people to change and help make change. Think of the first great boss (or any other mentor/leader) you had who inspired you to work harder and better for your own and a greater good. Imagine what’s possible at a national level with a leader of Obama’s calibre? Then, we might have a country that our sons and daughters are thriving in, that respectfully leads in the world, and that their parents made the choice to give them.

Go vote on Tuesday!