Category Archives: Motherhood

The Adventure of Motherhood

You can find me today over at Mama and Baby Love talking about The Adventure of Motherhood:

We recently got the wonderful news that we’re expecting Baby #3. (Yay!) I thought by the third time around, discovering we were pregnant would feel old hat. It didn’t. I was just as shocked and in awe at this news as the first time we found out we were expecting. Truly. I literally screamed “I’M PREGNANT!” to my husband before I even made it out of the bathroom with the positive pregnancy test. Each time I find out I’m pregnant, it’s like the world is born anew. I see everything with fresh eyes… 

Read the rest at Mama and Baby Love.

 

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The Cost of Parenthood: The Best Isn’t Something Money Can Buy

A friend sent me the link to the recent NYTimes article “Opting Out of Parenthood, with Finances in Mind” by Nadia Taha, probably because she knew it would get me all riled up. She was right.

Here’s Taha’s premise: Children cost an unfathomable amount of money (her absurd estimate is close to 2 million per kid). If you want financial security and a comfortable retirement, your best option is to not have kids: she writes, “…it seems obvious that the single decision that can best help us achieve them [homeownership, significant emergency and retirement fund, etc] is one that many newly married, affluent young adults don’t usually consider: Don’t have children.”

People are always contemplating the costs and benefits of major financial decisions like homeownership or retirement, why treat parenthood differently? Taha asks. Well, because it is different. Having children isn’t a decision like whether to rent or buy a home. It’s a desire fundamental not only to humanity but to every living being. Creating new life is what living creatures do.

We’ll come back to the absolute absurdity of the numbers Taha comes up with to estimate the cost of raising kids, but for now I want to discuss the mindset that honestly breaks my heart: confusing happiness with wealth. The idea that it is (in Taha’s words) “prudent” to reject a basic human love and desire in order to protect your bottom line. Now, I’m not advocating financial irresponsibility. If we were in grave financial circumstances and could not afford to feed and clothe our little ones, we would avoid pregnancy through NFP until we were able to afford to care for another baby. But Taha’s idea of what it takes financially to raise a child is beyond unreasonable.

The Greek philosophers debated about eudaimonia. You can translate it “happiness” but a better word for it might be “thriving.” What makes us thrive as humans? What makes us truly happy? Isn’t that the question we’re all trying to answer every day of our lives? Sadly, for Taha, the answer is material wealth. Money is the answer, not human affection, not sacrifice, not family. Taha’s article also highlights what seems to be an epidemic in our culture: a misunderstanding of the difference between material goods and what children really need in order to flourish.

Taha quotes the annual report by the Agriculture Department on how much American parents spend on their children.  Taha explains that the report claims,  “a middle-income couple spent $12,290 to $14,320 a year on a child, depending on the child’s age and where they lived. Couples in our income bracket who live in the urban Northeast spent $22,760 to $27,720 per child.” These are real numbers. Taha’s right. Americans spend a lot on their kids. I’ve had so many conversations with pregnant friends who ask…does it really cost that much? The answer is no. It doesn’t have to. And your kids won’t be deprived if you don’t spend that kind of money. Please read Katie Kimball’s fantastic post on this exact topic as she breaks down how people spend money on their kids and how she estimates that her family spent approx. $1,000 on baby-related expenses the year her baby was born. If we spent as much as the average middle-income couple on each of our kids, that would almost wipe out our entire household income. It doesn’t have to cost that much.

Taha’s heartbreaking attitude about wealth being superior to human affection really comes to light when she discusses elder care. When asked about the prospect of aging with no children, Taha replies, “I don’t believe in bringing people into the world for personal gain, and even if I did, swapping the supposed promise of elder care for the certain need for us to provide child care is not worth it. I’ve learned from firsthand experience that the professional support that comes from good long-term care and health insurance policies is superior to what family can offer. When I was the primary caregiver for my father as he was dying of pancreatic cancer, it was painfully clear to me that regardless of how much I loved him and how hard I tried to care for him, a qualified professional would have done a better job. Besides, children are not an insurance policy for eldercare. Health care providers will tell you that hospitals and nursing homes serve many parents and grandparents who don’t have regular visitors.” (Emphasis mine.)

These claims were really shocking to me. First of all, who are these people Taha refers to who have children for “personal gain”? Raising children is a sacrifice. Caring for aging parents is also a sacrifice. It’s the life cycle of a family. No, you don’t get any sort of legal guarantee that your children will care for you as you age. But because of her obsession with material wealth, Taha seems unable to comprehend the need of each human soul to be loved, cared for, and enjoy the company of those who love them. Sure, you will likely need to pay for the services provided by medical staff to care for you as you age. But when most of us think about being cared for as we age, we’re not talking about someone to give us our meds each day and change our bedpan or provide us with necessary surgeries or medical procedures. Yes, these are necessities and medical staff will be part of our future as most of us age. But that’s not what we’re talking about. The worry is that you will have no one to care for you. Not take care of your basic health needs but to care about you. Medical professionals can help to extend one’s life, but family makes that life worth living. To provide you with the love and respect each person needs to age with dignity, there is no substitute for having a family member to advocate for your welfare. And there is no substitute for love and affection.

When my mother’s parents were in failing health and needing more care, my mother and her siblings worked tirelessly to make sure they were provided with everything they needed. Even being in an expensive elder care facility, my grandmother would not always receive the kind of care my mother wanted for her. During my grandmother’s last months, my mother spent almost all of her time hours away from my dad and her home so that she could be close to my grandmother and ensure that she got the care she needed. She would wash and brush my grandmother’s hair. Put lip balm on her dry lips. Talk to her and love on her. Were those things medically necessary? Maybe not. But they were essential nonetheless. You cannot buy love. You cannot buy family.

And honestly, it’s hard for me to imagine a worse fate than aging in a nursing home with no visitors. No one’s denying that it happens, but is that not a terrifying idea? My husband’s grandmother just passed away after spending 3 years in an assisted living facility. Because she had a devoted daughter and son-in-law in town, two grandchildren, and two great-grandchildren, she had visitors almost daily. And when visiting her you could tell that seeing her grandchildren and great-grandbabies brought her such joy. Can you imagine how lonely the twilight of your life would be without any companionship? 

As I read this article, I feel so sad for Taha’s obsession with money that overshadows the value of human relationships and affection. But when she starts making statements about what kind of money is necessary to give your children “the best” I start to feel insulted.

She writes, “It must be difficult to accept that no matter how you set aside your own interests, you cannot afford the very best of everything for your child.” She also claims, “If we were to have a child and do what most other parents around us do in trying to give a new life the very best start possible, we would probably spend over $1.7 million in today’s dollars.” (Emphasis mine.)

So if I don’t have that kind of money, I can’t give my children the very best start? What exactly does the very best start mean? Having the most expensive nursery? Being able to afford every Mommy and Me class out there? I can’t afford that, but I’ll be damned if I don’t do everything in my power to give my kids the best start imaginable.

The idea of having the kind of finances necessary to spend almost 2 million dollars on raising each of our kids is laughable. As in, my husband and I actually laughed out loud at that number. No, my kids will never have the newest video games, clothes, or room for a pony, but by Jove, that doesn’t mean that I can’t give my children the very best. I just disagree that “the best” means the most expensive. Our children will have the very best of us. They will have our time, love, and attention. They will have affectionate parents, fully engaged with their care and education. They will not be given a brand new car on their 16th birthdays. Hey, we didn’t get a car on our 16th birthdays either. And we don’t see that as a bad thing.

“I may never feel financially at ease enough to comfortably afford children of my own,” Taha writes. Well, dear me. If a couple making more than three times what we make can’t afford one child, we must be insane to be expecting our third!

She also confesses, “Some people have a profound emotional desire to have children. But I don’t.” OK, thank you for being honest. It’s one thing if you don’t want children. It’s another to claim that you simply can’t afford them and that those of us who don’t plan to spend 2 million on each new addition to our family aren’t providing our children with what they deserve.  Maybe Taha is worried about being judged for not wanting kids. I have friends who have made the decision not to have children. I respect their choice, even if I don’t understand it. They have their reasons, some of which I know and some of which I do not. I don’t think they are selfish for their decision. And I appreciate that none of them are pretending that the issue is that they don’t have an extra 2 million in their bank account.

In a few months we will be welcoming a third baby to our home. Our third in less than 5 years. Our household of soon-to-be five shares one car, one laptop, one bathroom, and a lot of love. Our kids aren’t hungry for food or attention. They have enough hand-me-down clothes that they don’t have to worry about getting them muddy when they have imaginary archaeological digs in the backyard. They don’t have every new toy that comes out, but they are filled with imagination and resourcefulness. Our home is full of laughter, affection, and joy. This is the best start I can imagine for any child. And I’m grateful for the privilege to make sacrifices to be a mother to these amazing little people. Taha’s right about one thing. The cost of having children is huge. It’s your whole heart. And it couldn’t be more worth it.

Image by Simply Inspired Mama

(linked up with The Parent ‘ Hood at FriedOkra)

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When Motherhood Is Hard

Becoming a mother is truly one of the very best things that has ever happened to me. I get so much joy and satisfaction from raising my babies. But I don’t want to give the impression that it’s always sunshine and rainbows over here. And if I’m honest, I’ll confess that I’ve just come out the other side of a time when motherhood was a little dark and very difficult. A time when I’m faced with the fact that like anything worth doing, motherhood is really hard.

And sometimes that’s the way it is. I think motherhood can be a little bit like marriage. Sometimes it is just pure bliss. Other times, well, it’s work. And when you’re in the midst of those times, it’s hard to imagine that it will get better. But the truth is, it does and suddenly the struggle behind you is like a blip on the screen in your long journey.

I’ve discovered that my physical well-being has a huge effect on my emotional life and ability to “see straight.” If I’m sleep deprived and sick, I really can’t trust what my thoughts and emotions are telling me. It’s very difficult for me to have a mind over matter approach and not be affected by my physical challenges. What I can do is tell myself that this too shall pass. I won’t feel like this forever and when it’s all in the past it will be hard to remember. Kind of like labor pains, I suppose. When you’re in the midst of labor, you may know on some level that it won’t last forever and that you’ll see your baby at the end but the pain of those contractions can take away all sense of time. I get completely “in the zone” and it’s hard to imagine anything outside of the pain. But then it’s over! And you forget how much it hurt while you bask in the joy of new life.

I’ve had two really hard times in my journey as a mother. The first was during Benjamin’s first year. We lived a thousand miles away from family. We were 23. We had almost no friends with kids. I was working full-time while Daniel finished school full-time and we had a newborn that only slept in 45 minute increments for months on end and suffered from extreme colic. I was so stressed out and exhausted that I had almost nothing left to offer during the brief times at home that I actually got to spend with my baby. It was so hard. It actually physically hurt to be awake and I could barely think straight with the 3-4 hours of sleep I was getting a night (in 45 minute increment, mind you).

The second time was the 6 weeks or so during the first trimester of this pregnancy when I was so sick and so tired that I felt like I couldn’t be a good mother to my two little ones. Once the constant nausea and vomiting hit by Week 6, it was honestly hard for me to feel excited about our new baby. I really couldn’t think about anything but how sick I was and how I felt like I was letting Benjamin and Lucy down because I couldn’t get out of bed except to throw up. I also felt so overwhelmed by the state of my house because I physically could not keep up and I could barely set foot in the kitchen (the smells!). Since my husband works a full-time job plus a part-time job and I get to stay home with the little ones except for one afternoon a week, I consider keeping house  primarily my responsibility. It was hard for me to see Daniel work a 10 hour day, then come home and clean up whatever mess had been made in the kitchen since he left, cook dinner, and then do the dishes and whatever else was needed to keep us afloat while I ate Preggy Pops in bed and tried to keep food down.

During these “survival mode” times, I also remind myself of things I know but might not be feeling. I remind myself how grateful I am for my babies. And I remind myself that I wouldn’t change anything. Sure, the baby might be waking up every hour wanting to nurse. It’s hard and exhausting. But, thank God I have a precious baby to wake me up and nurse. Yes, I might be miserably queasy and all I can think about is wanting to feel normal again. But would I rather not be pregnant anymore? No, of course not! It feels so ungrateful to focus on the negatives when we are being blessed with new life–a gift for which so many couples would happily give much more than a few weeks of throwing up to receive.

But I think it’s also important to acknowledge that the challenges are real. That we’re not bad mothers because we’re struggling. That we don’t love our babies any less just because we’re having a hard time finding the joy in our vocation. And those moments and seasons always teach me that I am weak. I can’t do it without God’s grace. Sometimes that grace flows out when I’m at adoration. A big wave of joy, gratefulness, and peace is given from being in the presence of Our Lord. Sometimes it’s receiving the Blessed Sacrament. Nourishing my soul with enough strength to keep going. Sometimes Our Lord gives us his grace through other people. My husband’s tireless servant-heart. A friend bringing food over when I’m too queasy to cook. A text saying, “How are you feeling? I’m praying for you.” The joy and lightness you experience after going to confession and starting anew. Grace.

When I’m able to look with clear vision on times I felt like I was drowning, I realize that I was actually floating in the boundless ocean of God’s grace. And those moments when motherhood is just pure joy….those moments are so sweet. I’m dreaming of that beautiful newborn smell. I am so looking forward to experiencing the sacred thrill of labor. I am reveling in the joy of my two littles. Grace.

Have you experienced a difficult time in your journey as a mother? 

 

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Happy Birthday, Bright Star!

Sweet Lucy’s first birthday was almost three weeks ago, but in typical “I’m pregnant and behind on everything” fashion, I’m way overdue for a Happy Birthday reflection:

Dear Lucy,

The afternoon before your first birthday my morning sickness suddenly improved a little bit. After weeks of barely functioning, I wasn’t sure how long this no-vomiting spell would last so we called your grandparents, aunt, and uncles and invited them to an impromptu birthday party to celebrate your precious life. I whipped up some raspberry-orange cupcakes and big brother Benjamin picked lots of bright yellow flowers and little orange marigolds from the garden to decorate.

You looked so beautiful and grown up in your party dress and loved being the center of attention (for once!)–twirling and dancing and laughing.

Sweet girl, I can’t find words to explain the gift you are to our family each day. From the minute you were born you were the perfect complement to Benjamin’s wild, crazy, fun,  high-energy, and high-needs personality. You have been happy, calm, easy going, sunny, independent, and joyful from the very first minute of your life. You love your big brother so much and have taken to giving him slobbery kisses whenever you get a chance. He adores you and is constantly watching out for your safety and your happiness. You make each other laugh all day and you really are starting to become his playmate. Your love for each other is one of the most beautiful and satisfying things I have ever experienced. Seeing you love each other fills my heart to overflowing.

Even though you are the most relaxed baby I’ve ever seen, you take after your big brother in doing eveything a little ahead of schedule. You were walking at 10 months and have been saying real words since you were 8 months. Your favorite thing to say is still, “Hi, Dada” whenever he gets home or when you pretend to call him on the phone.

You literally squeal with joy when he walks in the door. And he adores his baby girl. Be prepared to see him lose his mind when you want to go on your first date.

You have taught me that if I let you take the lead and show me when you are ready for the next step, you will transition beautifully and easily. When I found out you were going to be a big sister and you were still waking up several times a night to nurse, I was worried that we were in for some difficult (and sleepless) nights. But you easily moved to two night wakings and then none almost completely by yourself. I was so worried there would be tears and battles! Just after your birthday when nursing became a challenge because my milk supply was tanking, you decided you would be fine without it and went from being the baby that nursed all day and night for a year to the toddler that would settle down happily to bed at night without nursing to sleep. It wasn’t what I planned for you. I hoped to be nursing you at least until you turned two, but I was so proud of how beautifully you made this first little sacrifice for your new brother or sister. You just amaze me and you’re so different from your brother!

You’ve started to want to give us kisses all the time and it makes my heart explode when you run across a room with your lips puckered and your arms out to give Daddy or I a precious kiss. At least 50 times a day, I kiss your cheek and say “I love you, Lucy.” I couldn’t have dreamed up a more perfect baby for our family. Your laughter, dancing, and grins fill our home with a joy I couldn’t have ever imagined. I can’t wait to see you become a big sister next year.

Lucy, we love you so. You are our bright star and the light in our eyes. I find myself saying little prayers all day, “Thank you for my babies, Lord,” with tears in my eyes when my heart is just too full of love for you and your brother. We are so glad that you are our little girl. Happy Birthday, Lucy Elanor.

Love,

Mama

(Last photo credit: Lauren of Simply Inspired Mama)

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Should You Limit Your Child’s Reading Choices?

 

I am surprised by the popularity of a post I wrote a few weeks ago: “Why You Can’t Read Twilight: A Letter to My Daughter,” and I’m simply fascinated by some of comments it’s received. Some folks love it, but boy does it rub some people the wrong way!

Many commenters think the idea that I would tell my daughter at say, age 11, that she can’t read Twilight is downright loony and they refer to my daughter’s “right” to read it. Now, I aspire to fight for many rights for my daughter: the right to a loving family, the right to a happy home, the right to a good education, the right to nourishing food, etc. But I guess I just wasn’t familiar with the “right” to read bad novels.

I believe Twilight is a waste of time and poorly written.  And more importantly, it contains unhealthy views of women and relationships that I believe could be detrimental to a young mind’s developing ideas of self, love, and relationships. But I don’t think Twilight is really the issue. The real question is: Is it crazy to not let your child read certain books? Should we, as parents, limit our children’s reading choices?

Many critics of my decision to say “No” to Twilight just hated the idea that I was taking away a choice my daughter might want to make. If only I “trusted” her to make the right decisions, they lament, instead of limiting her choices!  This line of thinking surprised me because limiting choices is simply part of being a parent. Few parents I know would allow their very young children to view R rated movies, for example. As parents, we strive to offer our children good choices that are appropriate for their age and maturity level. We do not offer them choices that we are fully aware are inappropriate or may cause them harm. We might allow our child to make the choice to ride a bike, but we would not allow her to make her own decision about whether or not she wanted to ride on a busy street without a helmet at night. We do not say, “You want to go to the mall instead of school today? Great! I respect your ability to make decisions!” Sorry. As parents, we limit choices. It’s just what we do.

Perhaps a better example is how parents deal with food choices. My 3-year-old son would eat candy for every meal if I recognized his “right” to eat whatever he desired. If I acquiesced to his constant requests for sweets, with the full knowledge that I was causing him physical harm, that he would likely develop diabetes, and that he was missing out on all the nourishing foods his body needs because he was filling up with sugar, I would not be a good mother. And it’s not because I don’t “trust” him. It’s because I know that he is three and that as a young child, the allure of sweets is stronger than his nutritional knowledge and his ability to make great choices regarding food. So, what do I do? When he asks for a treat I offer him good choices: peanut butter and apples, dried fruit, etc. Things that have nutritional value, won’t harm his body, and might partly satiate his desire for a sweet treat. Through offering him these choices rather than junkfood, I am teaching him healthy eating habits he can carry with him through life. So when the day comes when he is making all of those decisions himself, he will have a developed palate for good foods and the knowledge needed to nourish his body well. Does that mean that he won’t ever make bad choices? No. He might eat Cinnamon Toast Crunch for every meal. My concern is doing the task before me well: giving him the right tools he needs to be able to make good decisions about food.

Why isn’t it the same story with books? Do we not really believe that the books we read form us into the people we are? I want to offer beautiful and good literature for my daughter’s developing mind and soul rather than presenting her with the ultimate junkfood of books. In other words, I want to help her develop a taste for good literature. Because I’ve been an 11-year-old girl and—while I’d love to pretend that I had everything figured out as a pre-teenlet’s be honest: I was still forming crucial ideas, particularly about love and relationships. Would I have had the maturity to see through the ridiculousness of Meyer’s series at that age? Doubtful. It’s written to appeal to a fantasy of immature ideas of love. It’s MADE to be enticing to preteens. It’s even enticing to some grown women. Now, does this mean that as a teenager, my daughter won’t be allowed to read it if she really wants to? No. I hope that by that age she would have fallen so in love with good literature that reading Twilight would be an unattractive option to her. But she very well might read it some day. I’m not worried about that. My job is to offer her books that will nourish her developing mind, aren’t a waste of time, and that don’t present her with terrible relationship models during her formative years. If and when she gets her hands on Twilight, she will already be well-versed in truly good literature. And whether she likes Twilight or not, she will at least see its inadequacies.

Some of the other popular arguments for why I should let my children read Twilight are interesting, as well. One argument in their favor claims that the books are entertaining. But, to say that something is entertaining is not to say that it is good or that it is bad. It merely means that it holds your attention. Most parents have some sort of guidelines about what movies their children are allowed to view…and it doesn’t have anything to do with how entertaining the film may or may not be. Others said that reading Twilight is a positive thing because it’s better than just sitting in front of the TV, not reading ever, or reading books like 50 Shades of Grey. So, reading Twilight is better than frying your brain, being illiterate, or reading the most inappropriate book for children that you can think of? Wow! Impressive. Can’t we offer our kids better options than “well, it’s not the worst thing you could do with your time”? Why settle? Another recommendation is that the Twilight series is easy and gets kids reading. Seventeen magazine is easy reading, but nobody’s vouching for it’s literary value or that it spurs young readers on to great heights of literary achievement.

I have been advised by the Twilight fans that my daughter will hate me forever and eternally resent my decision to not let her read Meyer’s literary atrocity as a pre-teen. To be honest…I’m just not really worried about it.

My job as a parent is to do what is best for my children. It would be great if, one day, my daughter were able to fully understand and appreciate every decision I make concerning her. Sure, it would be sad if my daughter resents my decisions. But those decisions are based on well-thought-out reasons and I am not going to change them to satisfy the whims of a child.

Do you think it’s appropriate to limit your child’s reading choices? Join the conversation! 

(This post is linked-up today at The Parent ‘Hood)

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Today’s Attitude Shift

I’ll spare you all the details, but it’s been over 6 weeks since all four members of our family were well at the same time. We’ve passed around a terrible cough, Benjamin’s asthma has been bad, and now Lucy has the cough/fever. And here’s the thing, having sick children completely exhausts me. Sure, the bajillion night wakings due to illness wear me out (I think last night’s count was 4 wakings for Benjamin and 6 for Lucy) but I also find caring for my sick babies emotionally exhausting. I keep second guessing myself.  Do they need to see the pediatrician?  Is this just a little bug that will pass or something more serious? Will the Dr. try to give them antibiotics they don’t need? Is that a cough from congestion or a wheezy asthma cough?  I worry about my sick babies and I get exhausted from dealing with the constant crankiness a sick 3-year-old exudes after several days of being cooped up and sick.

When Daniel was leaving this morning at 7am, I told him, “I don’t know if I can do this again today. I don’t know if I can make it til bedtime.

It was one of those mornings that you’re so tired that it just hurts to be awake. Maybe part of the reason I felt grumpy was that I was woken up in the middle of a weird dream that I was being chased by centaurs and giants (that’s what I get for falling asleep to Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix on audiobook, amirite?!).

I poured myself a cup of coffee and saw that we had leftover heavy whipping cream from last night’s pasta recipe and went for it. (Mmmm) I was generally bemoaning how hard my task as a mother has been for the past couple of weeks. Then it hit me: I get to stay home and care for my sick babies. I don’t have to leave them with anyone else and worry about how they’re faring, whether Lucy’s fever is higher or whether Benjamin’s breathing is more labored. I get to be here. I don’t have to scramble to make arrangements because they’re too sick to go to daycare. I don’t have to find a sub or do remote work from home to make up for not being at the office. I just get to take care of my sick babies. And that shift changed everthing.

I lit a candle and put on the Cheiftains because Lucy loves to dance to their music. And the sweet girl danced even though she has a fever of 101.5. We snuggled down with blankets and read picture books. Lucy nursed back to sleep and Benjamin and I made a big breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast while she napped.

I decided to say “no” to  feeling sorry for myself and saying yes to the following today:

  • “Will you snuggle with me?”
  • “Will you sing me a song?”
  • “Can you read to us?”
  • “Can I watch a movie?”

Sweet girl is a little more clingy and a little more sleepy from whatever bug/virus has been running rampant in our house. But still the world’s sweetest baby despite feeling icky.

And I’m going to remember that I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but right here. Right now. And also that the day will be a success if everyone survives until Daddy gets home.

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Kids in the Kitchen: Introducing Your Children to Cooking

From the time our firstborn could sit up in a high chair and watch us cook, we would hand him some measuring cups and spoons to play with so he could “participate.” Our kitchen is definitely the center of our home and we like to have our kids in the kitchen with us. And kids LOVE to be kitchen helpers; however, sometimes cooking with children can be more frustrating than fun. Here’s some tips for a great kitchen experience for all:

 It’s important to create an environment in which they can safely tackle new skills so they have as much freedom as is age appropriate to explore the world of cooking. I have two must-have items for kitchen helpers. One is a learning tower like the one Benjamin is using in the photo above. They are a bit out of our price range so my husband Daniel made one. Stools are easy to slip off of or flip over (especially, we discovered, if you are a constantly squirming 3-year-old boy). To avoid having to say, “Careful!” a thousand times, use a learning tower which makes helping at counter-height much easier for kids. It also keeps them in one place which seriously improves my son’s ability to focus on the task at hand.

My newest favorite children’s cooking item is this vegetable crinkle cutter that Benjamin calls his “knife.” It has a curvy blade that isn’t super sharp and is awesome for teaching kids to chop vegetables. Obviously, young children still need adult supervision to use this item and need to be taught knife safety skills. Benjamin has been loving getting to help with chopping and in one sitting chopped 16 carrots, and 8 potatoes for some slow cooker beef stew I was making. He was SO proud of himself and made sure everyone knew he had contributed to the dinner preparation.

Give yourself plenty of time whenever you tackle a kitchen task with kids in tow. If you are rushing to complete a meal, it’s hard (at least for me) not to get frustrated with the constant interruptions and inevitable minor disasters. A relaxed cooking environment gives all the tiny cooks (and mom and dad) a better experience in the kitchen.

Be OK with messes! Everything in the kitchen will be messier with children helping. Just embrace the mess and don’t let it get in the way of having a great time.

These are some good cooking tasks for children, listed from easiest to hardest:

  • Dumping: After you measure out an ingredient, allow your child to be in charge of adding it to the bowl.
  • Mixing: Let your child mix ingredients together with a large spoon or whisk. It’s helpful to offer a large bowl in comparison to the amount of mixture to prevent ingredients from spilling over the sides during energetic mixing.
  • Kneading: Kids love to knead bread and punch it down after it rises!
  • Cutting in butter: This is a more difficult skill but a great one to introduce your child to when preparing something like biscuits. Benjamin tires of it after a few minutes but he’s starting to get the hang of it.
  • Chopping: We didn’t start letting Benjamin do this task until just last week. You will be the best judge of when your child is ready.

Sometimes having helpers in the kitchen is a wonderful, warm, and fuzzy experience. Sometimes it just goes wrong. A couple days ago when Benjamin was helping me roll out pizza dough, everything went to shambles. He stopped following instructions and I had a shorter fuse than usual because we had time limits. We just had to give up for the afternoon. It happens. But we’ll pick up again next time and I can’t wait to see him run to grab his apron with a big smile on his face!

 

Do you let your kids help in the kitchen? How do you make it a good experience for all?

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There’s No Paycheck for Motherhood: Finding Value in the Home

A reader who stays home with her children recently asked me about how to avoid feeling guilty that she’s not bringing in a paycheck the way she did before becoming a mother. She writes, “I still feel ‘less than’ for not monetarily contributing to my family. I have a hard time with being financially dependant on my husband.” She is experiencing what I think so many mothers struggle with. How does our self-esteem react to that “lack of a paycheck”? I often describe myself as a “ballet teacher” even though I only teach one or two afternoons a week rather than “stay at home mom,”( a far more accurate description of my life.) Why? Why do I feel the need to emphasize my work outside the home?

I think we need an entirely different perspective. One that doesn’t equate value with money and liberation with consumption.

I went from being the breadwinner while my husband was finishing his degree, to staying at home with our first child and working only 5-10 hours a week. My paycheck was suddenly tiny and it was often hard to see my contribution to our family as something of real value.

One of my favorite writers is poet, novelist, essayist, and farmer, Wendell Berry. His essays completely changed my view of the value of my role as a mother and “homemaker.” Berry acknowledges the lack of respect given to those (men and women) whose work is centered around the home. In an essay titled “Racism and the Economy” he notes:

“…it should not be necessary to point out the connection between the oppression of women and the general contempt for household work. It is well established among us that you may hold up your head in polite society with a public lie in your mouth or other people’s money in your pocket or innocent blood on your hands, but not with dishwater on your hands or mud on your shoes.”

Wow. Work comprised of caring for one’s own home: laundry, dishes, and other home maintenance is nothing to be proud of in our society and even carries a hint of shame. It is viewed as drudgery. But why is homemaking drudgery and any work outside the home “liberating”? Berry questions how freeing the kind of liberation both men and women seek in our society truly is:

Our present idea of freedom is only the freedom to do as we please: to sell ourselves for a high salary, a home in the suburbs, and idle weekends. But that is a freedom dependent upon affluence, which is in turn dependent upon the rapid consumption of exhaustible supplies. The other kind of freedom is the freedom to take care of ourselves and of each other. The freedom of affluence opposes and contradicts the freedom of community life.

Why is it that obeying the requests of an employer is liberating, while working out of love to care for one’s family is oppressive? We need a different view in which freedom means the ability to care for “ourselves and of each other” and emphasizes the community of the whole family.

In one my favorite essays of all time, “Feminism, the Body, and the Machine,” Berry compares the modern household of consumption with a different kind of household—one that views marriage and the home not as a competition between spouses for power and success, but as common work and common life:

The modern household is the place where the consumptive couple do their consuming. Nothing productive is done there. Such work as is done there is done at the expense of the resident couple or family, and to the profit of suppliers of energy and household technology. For entertainment, the inmates consume television or purchase other consumable diversion elsewhere.

There are, however, still some married couples who understand themselves as belonging to their marriage, to each other, and to their children. What they have they have in common, and so, to them, helping each other does not seem merely to damage their ability to compete against each other. To them, “mine” is not so powerful or necessary a pronoun as “ours.”

I just love this description and I think leaving behind the need to compete with one’s spouse over the amount of one’s financial contribution to the household and beginning to see your family and home as a common work and common life is the key. What you have you have in common.

And this understanding of home as something held in common must be paired with an understanding of the immeasurable value of raising children. For those of us who take on the role of mother (whether we work in the home or outside the home as well), we undertake a colossal task of great value.

I’ll leave you with a quote about the huge task of motherhood from G.K. Chesterton, one of my favorites:

To be Queen Elizabeth within a definite area, deciding sales, banquets, labours, and holidays; to be Whitely within a certain area, providing toys, boots, cakes and books; to be Aristotle within a certain area, teaching morals, manners, theology, and hygiene; I can imagine how this can exhaust the mind, but I cannot imagine how it could narrow it. How can it be a large career to tell other people about the Rule of Three, and a small career to tell one’s own children about the universe? How can it be broad to be the same thing to everyone and narrow to be everything to someone? No, a woman’s function is laborious, but because it is gigantic, not because it is minute.

Motherhood is a larger and more overwhelming realm than any job or academic program I have ever experienced. It challenges me at every turn. I don’t get paid as a professional chef, but I have learned to provide nourishing meals for my family. I don’t get paid as a professional teacher, but each day I am educating my children. I am not a professional nurse, but I’m often stroking fevered brows, giving breathing treatments to our asthmatic toddler, and caring for my family’s health. My contribution as “mother” to my family doesn’t come with a paycheck, but that doesn’t mean it’s not a rich and valuable contribution, and the most rewarding role of my life.

 

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On Not Knowing the Secret to Discipline

(Our three-year-old’s scowl during a time-out)

I really can’t decide what’s more exhausting: the sleep deprivation of the newborn stage or the behavioral challenges of “the terrible threes.” A few weeks ago a lovely reader asked for my thoughts on toddler discipline.  I called my husband over. “Daniel! Check this out! Somebody wants to know our approach to discipline!” We both got a good chuckle out of it. Because we don’t have any idea what our approach is. Do we practice “gentle discipline”? Authoritarian discipline? Are we too strict? Are we too permissive? We are constantly adapting our discipline methods and I’ll be honest: We don’t feel like we know what we’re doing.

But as I pondered our discipline style, I realized that at the very least, we have learned a lot from parenting our wild active and high needs delightful toddler with his willful little soul leadership potential. And you know what, hanging out with him is really awesome. He’s an amazing, generous, loving kid. And he always sits perfectly still and quiet during Mass. Just kidding on that last one.

Here are just a few of the things we’ve learned:

Create an environment in which it’s easy for your child to behave. If there are objects within reach that the child is not allowed to touch, move them. If you have an altercation with your child every day because he’s dangerously climbing all over the rocking chair, just remove it. (I don’t want to confess how long it took us, and how many minor head bumps, to figure that one out.)

Be engaged: In my experience, when I’m unengaged Benjamin will inevitably misbehave. Even if I’m only on the phone for 5 minutes, Benjamin will begin acting out in order to get my attention.

Know what your kid can handle. Don’t take your 3-year-old into a toy store and be surprised when he starts touching everything and wants to take such-and-such home. It is important for kids to learn to enter and leave a store without a meltdown when you don’t purchase anything for them. However, toy stores and gift shops (don’t even get me started on how annoyed I am by all the candy featured at toddler height in museum gift shops) are created to make kids want you to buy stuff for them. When a 3-year-old is swept away by good marketing, can ya blame him? Try to avoid situations that will be too much for your toddler or find creative solutions to help them behave to the best of his/her ability. Until a couple of weeks ago, I always had Benjamin ride in the cart at the grocery store because he wouldn’t be as tempted to touch everything. He is just now ready to walk beside me without grabbing anything that looks like candy. Expecting him to behave well without being in the cart a few months ago would just have led to frustration for both of us.

Offer some rewards for good behavior. When we are in stores I do not buy Benjamin stuff. He is used to this and does not often ask for me to purchase him things. When he does, I say, “No, buddy.” Or “We’ll think about it and come back later,” etc. The one exception is the grocery store. I allow him to pick out some dried fruit from the bulk section as a treat if he is well-behaved. Yes, it’s true, my kids are so deprived that they think dried fruit is a SUPER GREAT TREAT. And yes, I bribe them. I totally bribe them.

Head off the problem before it arises. Don’t take your toddler on a taxing errand when they are tired, hungry, or out of sorts. Just don’t. Inevitable misery will ensue.

Encourage, encourage, encourage. Some days I feel like all I do is criticize what Benjamin does: Stop touching that! Don’t do that! You’re not listening! Come over here! Clean that up! Sit still! These are days when I don’t feel like I’m parenting well. On a good day I try to make sure that I’m encouraging good behavior far more than I’m commenting on bad behavior. “Wow, you’re sitting in your chair with your feet in front! What a big boy! Thank you for sitting so nicely!” to balance out the “Stop climbing all over your chair at the dinner table! You’re acting like a barbarian and you’re totally gonna fall….again.” One of the things Benjamin is really good at is sharing with his baby sister. I try to comment on this all the time. “I saw how Lucy grabbed your toy and I’m so impressed that you cheerfully found another toy for her to play with and helped her start playing with it before getting your toy back. You were so gentle and kind to her! You are so generous! I know it’s hard when she takes your things and you dealt with that just the right way.

But what about when all that fails? What about when attempts at preventing a whining, screaming tantrum are unsuccessful or you’re faced with a willfully disobedient toddler pushing all your buttons and testing the boundaries just to see what you will do? Honestly, I think a parent’s reaction should differ according to what works with an individual child.

We’ve discovered that Benjamin needs constant reinforcement of the boundaries or else he loses his little three-year-old mind. He’s also not sensitive in the least. Just a strict command in a firm tone doesn’t do anything to turn his behavior around. We have to practice consistent time-outs or else all Hell breaks loose. We used to spank him occasionally, but don’t anymore. And it’s not because it traumatized him or anything of the sort, it just wasn’t effective. He would look into our eyes with his little stubborn face and say, “I want another spanking.” It just ended up making him more defiant. For him, time-out is truly a punishment. He’s very social and loooooves to be with us and talk talk talk. Spending 3 minutes by himself in his room is pretty miserable for him and seems to be an effective discipline. But that’s not the case for every child. For some kids, time alone in their room is a treat and not a punishment. My mom tells me that sending my older brother to his room didn’t phase him at all: “Playing legos by myself in my room? Awesome.

And we can already tell that Lucy is so very different from her older brother and will need a very gentle approach when it comes to discipline. She is already much more sensitive than Benjamin. She went through a phase of banging her head against the back of her high chair. We figured that can’t be good for her little head so, one day when she was doing it I said in a strong, firm voice, “Lucy: No, ma’am.” I did not yell, I just looked her in the eye and spoke in a “no nonsense” kind of voice. The little gal just burst into tears! Every child is so different.

So, I still don’t know exactly what our philosophy behind discipline is. And I often feel like I’m at my wit’s end. I don’t have all the answers but I’m learning a lot.

What kind of approach do you take to discipline? What have you learned in the process? Any books that you found helpful?

(Please try to be diplomatic in the combox, as you always are, wonderful readers. Parenting styles can be a very touchy subject so, please be respectful of the choices of other families with the understanding that wanting to do what is right for our children is the desire of every parent’s heart.)

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Why Using a Slow Cooker Makes Me a Better Mom

“Really, Haley? A better mom?” you ask. Folks, I’m serious. Here’s the deal: 4-5pm, when I’m trying to prepare dinner, also happens to be the hour of the day that my kids suddenly NEED me. Baby Lucy decides that not being held is some kind of baby torture and grabs my ankles and bawls. Any other time of the day I would gladly just scoop her up but when I’m sautéing onions in hot bacon grease or chopping veggies, I figure that a crying baby is more attractive option than a scalded baby that’s missing fingers. And my 3-year-old who has been playing happily suddenly needs: a snack, snuggles, a book read to him, a dance party, his nose wiped, “softer pants,” the inexplicably bothersome tag cut out of his undies, you name it. My inability to attend to him at that moment inevitably leads to a full-blown toddler meltdown.

But as an unfailingly patient soul and ever-tender mother I would never ever lose my cool and gripe, bark, or yell at my kids. Phrases like “I ONLY HAVE TWO HANDS!” or “CAN’T YOU JUST HOLD ON ONE SECOND?!” would never pass my meek lips. Ahem. Right before dinner was usually when my mothering fails occurred. Often, I would just have to stop everything to attend to my bebes and wait until Daddy got home to give me a hand—pushing our dinner time way too close to bathtime and bedtime.

Just as I was contemplating how to solve my problem, some friends of ours moved to Nepal and gave us their slow cooker and my friend Stephanie of Mama and Baby Love came out with an eCookbook of real food slow cooker freezer meals. Until I got my hands on a copy of her book I had (wait for it) NEVER USED A SLOW COOKER. Seriously. Ever. In my head they were only used for recipes comprised of cans of condensed soups and processed food that I don’t feed my family. But I looooove this cookbook! Holy cow, I love it so much! I’m just working my way through her healthy, real food recipes. My favorite so far is Peanut Stew and Daniel’s is the Chicken Curry.

And get this, the eCookbook, From Your Freezer to Your Family: Slow Cooker Freezer Meals, is created so that you do all the prep work ahead of time, stick the ingredients in a plastic bag in the freezer and then just dump the contents into the slow cooker in the morning and voila: dinner.

So, 4pm rolls around and wonder of wonders, I haven’t transformed into a screaming banshee of maternal failure by 5pm. We can eat as soon as Daddy walks in the door leaving us more time to play and enjoy each other before the kiddos hit the sack. We’ve initiated a new tradition of weekly Family Movie Night complete with popcorn and snuggles—something we never had time to do in the evenings before.

So, check out Stephanie’s eCookbook! It is only $9.99 and oh so good. She has shopping lists of the ingredients and a great introduction about real food and healthy eating. We’ve easily adapted the recipes to use whatever is being harvested from our garden and usually we don’t add as much meat as the recipes call for to save a few bucks and they’re still awesome!

Click here to visit Mama And Baby Love.

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