Parenting “Lessons” ~ Making Good Choices Even When Mom Can’t See You

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Just a funny little story to share…

Early last fall, I made up one of my MANY little ‘stories’ that I tell my children. Most of the time, they know I’m completely blowing smoke! (They’ve come to predict my sense of humor… and every once in awhile, they even appreciate it! Not often though!)

As I recall, my then-4-year old son was pushing the limits with his mother. I, in turn, told him stories about “how mommies ALWAYS know what’s going on… even when you don’t think we do!”

I had forgotten about some of the details of this conversation. Until the other night, that is!

At dinner, completely out-of-the-blue, my now-5-year old turned to me and said, “Mommy? Remember those secret video cameras you told me you have all over the house to keep an eye on me? And how you said you move them around to different spots all the time so we never know where they’ll be for sure? I used to think you were just making that up so I couldn’t make bad choices without you seeing me. But NOW I know you weren’t making it up because I can totally see one of the cameras!!”

{Mom: choke, sputter, surprise, contained laughter, trying to hide my smile with my napkin…}

I as calmly as possible said, “Oh? I didn’t think I had any in this room right now… but I could be wrong. Where do you see one?”

He pointed to one of the track lights above the fire place that he was emphatically convinced looked different that night than other times!

I left him wondering if it really was a hidden camera or not.

He then proceeded to share how, when he thought I was only kidding, he had made some pretty bad choices about the way he treated his sister… and NOW he understood how I could get so frustrated with their little sibling issues. “It’s because you didn’t just see the ones that happened when you were in the room… you saw ALL of them!”

{I didn’t outright lie and say “yes”… I just let him go on!}

He had gotten one part of the “story” wrong, though. He said he didn’t think it was fair that his sister didn’t have video cameras watching HER as well! I ‘corrected’ him and said, “Oh, no… the same video cameras also see HER!”

He quick-as-lightning turned to his sister and said, “Oh, you are SO busted!!”

{She kind of gave me the fish eye… only half believing this whole story… but that half being strong enough that she didn’t dare question it at this point!}

Then, in his pouring-on-the-charm voice, he asked, “Do you think from now on you could just TELL me ahead of time where you’re going to put the cameras? That way, I can make sure I’m only making good choices in that particular room!”

OK, NOW I had to laugh out loud! Too funny!

I said, “No… that wouldn’t be as much fun for mommy! Plus, the one thing you’re forgetting is that the video cameras also catch ALL the times that you make really great choices… and you didn’t think I knew!”

{Priceless expression of surprise, wonder and pride on his little face!}

I also took the opportunity to remind him of a “life lesson” we were discussing back in the fall during our home schooling weekly themes… “Do the right thing, even if you think nobody’s watching or nobody will know.”

Even though that went over well, he still asked one more time if I could just video his sister for awhile so he could take a little break from it! I assured him that I don’t have to use the cameras as much as I used to… because I have those eyes on the back of my head and I can hear EVERYthing in this house!

Ahhh… the joy of brainwashing my children! Love it!

Maybe I’ll remember to tell them the ‘real’ story when they’re older. Maybe I won’t and it’ll be one of those funny moments when they’re grown-ups and we’re sitting around the table with THEIR children and I discover that they’ve believed me all those years!!

Now you may have a clearer picture of why I won’t be winning the Mother-of-the-Year award anytime soon! We sure do have fun, though!

Healthy Foods, Acquired Tastes, and Father’s Day!

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My mom passed away 2 and 1/2 years ago as a result of breast cancer (and the treatments for it). Ever since then, I look out for my dad… trying to keep him in line! Easier said than done. Parents are very difficult to raise, as I’ve said before!

He tries. He does a lot of things well… but he just hasn’t quite mastered the skill of shopping for and preparing HEALTHY meals for ONE. He eats prepared foods from the grocery store frequently, and eats at restaurants more than he used to. Not the best plan for health, but not the worst I suppose. At least he knows the value of REAL food and fresh food! He eats any vegetable placed in front of him!

Leading up to this Father’s Day, I remembered his reaction a couple years ago – on the first Father’s Day following my mom’s passing – when I gave him a little cooler full of homemade burgers the way he likes them and some homemade soup. He was really, really touched… having someone prepare him home cooked food just the way he likes it. It was a tear-jerking moment, for sure!

So, I decided to do the same type of thing this Father’s Day for his gift. He LOVES bison burgers, so I  bought a few pounds of grass-fed bison and set out to select his favorite ingredients: blue cheese, onions and garlic. (Makes you want to brush your teeth, doesn’t it?!)

While I was preparing the burgers, the kids magically appeared in the kitchen as they normally do when they hear or sense that food is being prepared! My daughter approached the counter… paused… sniffed… said, “ewwww”, and that was it for her! My son, on the other hand, asked if he could try a piece of onion.

I said, “sure, honey… go ahead”. He chewed on it for a few seconds, then got a really funny look on his face and ran to the trash can to spit it out! He said, “I don’t think that was sour… I don’t know what it was… but I’m not havin’ anymore! I need some water.”

Then he noticed the blue cheese. “What’s THAT?” he asked. “Blue cheese”, I replied.

“Why is it called BLUE cheese?”

“Look at the color of it.”

“Oh. That explains it. It smells pretty bad, mom. Are you sure you want to put that in grandpa’s burgers”

“Yes, grandpa LOVES blue cheese in his burgers.”

“That’s weird. Can I try some?”

“Sure… lots of people like it… (as his sister was dramatically enacting a choking and gagging session a few feet away)… you never know ’til you try!”

Then he put a piece in his mouth, started chewing as he confidently walked away from the kitchen saying to his sister, “Seeee? It’s not *that* bad!”

No sooner had he said that when he turned around, spit it out into his hand and handed to ME (ewww), saying, “On second thought, that’s totally gross! Now I think I know what a toot tastes like!!

(At this point, I fell over laughing!)

For the next few minutes, the kids raked me over the coals for making something SO horrible for their grandfather on Father’s Day! They just couldn’t understand why I’d DO something like that to the poor man! I tried to explain “acquired tastes” to them, but they really weren’t buying it!

My father, however, was ecstatic to receive many meals-worth of one of his favorite foods… all individually packaged and ready to go!

Someday maybe they’ll understand the blue cheese thing! Maybe…

Ummm… Hellooooo??

We’re currently staying at a hotel with the kids… brought them along for one of our seminars again.

Today, there was a power outage for about an hour, so the kids and I were just kind of wandering around the hotel for a bit after waiting it out in our room for 20 minutes or so.

The first person we ran into was someone from housekeeping, just a few doors down from our room. I stopped to ask her how she was doing and tell her what a great job she was doing… shootin’ the breeze. Then I asked, “So, any idea what’s going on with the power?”

She casually responded – deadpan expression – “Yeah. The lights are out.”

My little sarcastic, occasionally smart-alecy brain had a few quick responses it would have LOVED to blurt out. But I bit my tongue!

My 4-year old son on the other hand quickly retorted, in a VERY High School Musical, sassy teenager sort of way (that’s how we describe the “SASS” attitude!), “Ummm…. Helloooo? A little more information would be good… thank you!”

I was part laughing, part trying to put the fire out in my cheeks! We quickly made our way down the hall!

Such a smart bum.

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Field Trip Fun and Political Discussions

Loving our field trips!
Loving our field trips!

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I had the kids out on another field trip today.  We spent the day at a gorgeous little settlement that’s set in the 1800′s.

They got to make toys from that era, as well as perform several of the chores that children would have regularly been expected to perform: hauling water up from the creek, scrubbing laundry on washboards then hanging it out to dry, making butter, cleaning wool, gathering kindling. Good thing their work ethic is back in check – I’m thinking they’re ready to step it up at home now!

It was a fantastic field trip and a really nice time with the kids.

Afterward, I decided to take them out for lunch in the nearby downtown rather than head back to the house. I opted for a favorite spot of mine (and my hubby’s) that has a nice deck right next to a wonderful little river. We’re always highly entertained by the countless ducks cruising by while they’re upside down, looking for food!

Duck bums are too cute!

The restaurant also has a nice bison burger, so that’s another reason why it’s on my list of favorites.

The kids and I had nicely settled in on the deck and were taking in the sights and sounds of nature surrounding us. We were watching a gray squirrel on the deck railing as it was gnawing on an acorn – fresh off last week’s science class about rodents at the Nature Zoo, the kids were having fun trying to impress mom with their intellectual prowess!

Suddenly, my 7-year old daughter turned to me and said, loud enough for the patrons at surrounding tables to clearly hear, “Oh, speaking of acorns, I’ve been meaning to ask you something. I’m not sure if I saw it on Hannity, The O’Reilly Factor or Glenn Beck, but I’ve been wondering what’s going on with this ACORN organization?!”

I promptly choked on my beverage.

WHAT?! How OLD are you??

You should have seen the looks on the faces of people around us!! A foursome of gentlemen who were enjoying lunch after a round of golf were turning red with laughter! I’m not sure if it was because of her question… or because of my reaction!

My 4-year old son, who revels in his recently acquired role of “know-it-all”, smoothly responded to his sister, “It was Glenn Beck. I like that guy!”

Is it obvious that we’ve been tuning into Fox News quite a bit more in recent months, with all the corruption and shenanigans surrounding “health care” reform?

Apparently, it’s obvious to our children!

Our happy-go-lucky squirrel watching and trivia turned to conversation revolving around maintaining a level of respect for the President of the United States… and simultaneously balancing that with standing up for what’s right in the face of lies, corruption, inaccurate paradigms and so on.

Just light lunch conversation with my little people!

Oh well, there are DEFINITELY worse things they could be paying attention to on television.

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"Mommmmm..."

In the last few days, I’ve noticed a new saying that my 4-year old son is enjoying.

When he hears his charming mommy say something to him that he perceives as less-than-ideal, like “Please pick up your toys” or “Please speak nicely to your sister”, he now turns to me with an incredulous look on his face and says, “Mom… my nerves are getting on you!”

A couple of times he has even added a very adolescent-like eye roll to get his point across!

Hilarious little dude!

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Kids sunning

My liitle sweetie/nutburger!Our kids have been on-the-go a bit more than usual for the past 3 weeks… vacationing along with another family (different schedules, different foods, etc.), then a very active vacation with mom and dad – LONG days full of adventure and exercise… and driving, then a day of whirlwind house cleaning to prepare for house guests, then visiting cousins for almost 5 days (late nights, early mornings), lots of summer activities, classes and camps, birthday parties… and so on.

It is finally catching up with them in the last couple of days.

This morning, our very exhausted 4-year old son woke up and said, “Mommy, all the parts that are part of me are very, very tired!”

Cute!

(He hit the sack early tonight… unfortunately, not before his little body started rebelling with a bit of a fever. Happens every time they burn the candle at both ends!)

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“Hold the Veggies!”

A few nights ago, we were eating at one of our favorite local spots. We were sitting in a high-backed booth so I couldn’t see the people in front of or behind us. The only person I could see from the booth next to ours was the dad of that family, holding their VERY newborn baby.

Of course, I had all those completely insane thoughts of “Ahhhhh… that baby is SOOOOOO sweeeeeet…. can’t we have another one, honey???” My husband just looks at me like I’m totally nuts when I say stuff like that! The look typically reminds me how old I am! Cracks me up!

Now, please let me offer a little disclaimer before I tell you the rest of the story.

I’m a Wellness doctor. I know what creates health… and I can certainly recognize what doesn’t. When I see people ‘out-and-about’, there’s a very quick, almost subconscious, health assessment I make… with NO judgment. It’s just like when a new person comes into our practice – during the consultation and examination process, I’m listening for and looking for what’s great, and what’s off track.

OK, back to the restaurant. The first “health note” that I made was that daddy held the baby and fed it formula (saw him mix it at the table). No judgment – it just made me sad that, for whatever reason, the baby was having formula instead of breast milk. I know there are SO many reasons why this decision is made, so I choose to believe it was made in the best interest of the mom and the baby, with the information they had available to them at the time.

I also noticed that the dad was on the big side – not in the healthiest condition, especially for such a young guy.

Without seeing the rest of the family, I could tell that there was a mom and a few other kids on the other side of the booth wall. I could hear bits and pieces of their conversation, mostly because they were having some pretty intense sibling rivalry at one point! They were also loudly discussing what the best soda pop to drink was, as they were all ordering pop as their beverage choice. I also heard a couple orders for diet pop. I immediately pictured brain cells exploding and crying out for help! Happens every time someone talks about diet pop.

It’s so difficult for me to block this from my ear canals when I’m out! No judgment, just sad again.

Pretty soon, the mom got up out of the booth to go to the bathroom. It was then that I saw something that made me very sad, yet again. She was so young, yet carried so much excess weight. Not leftover from pregnancy, either. I’m talking close to morbidly obese. I just thought of how stressed her system and all her physiological functions must be. I thought of a potentially shortened life span due to the stress that obesity causes… how could she take care of her children… that baby? What would they do if they lost their mom?

The next thing that happened just about caused me to fall right out of the booth. I could hear the two older kids working their way out of the booth to go play video games. The mom was asking what they wanted for dinner so she could order while they were gone. I wasn’t listening to what they ordered, but my husband and I couldn’t help but hear the younger son once he got out of the booth, turn to his mom and say, “Just make sure you hold the vegetables. I’m not eatin’ any vegetables.”

What???!!! That’s it?! No response from mom?

Next, a completely embarrassing parenting moment from OUR table… our 3 year old son caught the first glimpse of this non-vegetable-eating boy and his big brother and said, quite loudly, “Wow! Look how BIG those boys are, mommy!”

Mommy choked on her dinner as she scrambled to cover up his mouth before anything else escaped from it!

I looked up in time to see the boys pass by. Oh, man. This was really bad. They couldn’t have been more than 8 and 11 years old. My son was right – they were really, really big. No judgment, just incredibly sad. It was all coming together now: the parents carrying dangerous amounts of excess weight, the “no veggies” stance from the kids, pop and diet pop, the formula… they were caught up in a very vicious cycle, for sure.

I couldn’t get this family out of my head for the rest of the night. I wondered what on earth we’re teaching in our culture… how did this happen to this family? How many hundreds of thousands more are just like them? I looked around the restaurant that night and saw several more people in the same condition. How can we possibly raise healthy children and future generations if this is so common… and acceptable as the new “norm”? We can’t. Just drugging people for their symptoms and imbalances that an unhealthy lifestyle creates is NOT the answer.

Absolutely NO judgment. Just so very, very sad.

Not that this would solve everything in their lives, but I wondered how much better – healthier – things could be for the kids in this family if they just made two simple changes. Drink water instead of pop and eat vegetables.

A simple healthy choice, like adding fresh fiber to every meal (vegetables with lunch, dinner and snacks and fruit with breakfast), can make tremendous health improvements. I didn’t say the kids would like it, necessarily. I said it would improve their health. I think our culture might need to re-visit what our goals are when it comes to raising healthy, happy children… and the steps necessary to achieve those goals.

And, yes, by the way. I did have an immediate conversation with my son about comments like that. Of course, he didn’t mean to offend anyone – he’s just little. He didn’t even think it was a bad thing – he thought those boys were so big because they had big muscles! We had to talk about the different kinds of “big” (tall, muscular, wide, etc.) I’m almost positive he doesn’t get it!

I’m not always sure that I get it!!

 

 

 

“Mom, I was SHOCKED!”

Many times, I think the best part about the crazy things kids say is the way those things come clear out of the blue!

 

This morning, I was in the kitchen making breakfast for the kids. They had already been up for awhile… we had already chatted, had our family circle time, and they had been quietly reading in my bedroom while they waited for breakfast. (OK, it’s never REALLY quiet… but it wasn’t too bad!)

 

Then my 3 and 1/2 year old son (who, by the way, was born at home, as was his sister) waltzes into the kitchen, wide-eyed, and exclaims, “Mom… when I first came out of you and took a look around this house, I was SHOCKED!!!”

 

He was being his VERY dramatic little self as he said this… sweeping his arms around really big as he talked about ‘this house’!

 

Trying to stifle my laughter so as not to ruin his story, all I said was, “What? What do you mean, sweetie?”

 

He then went on to say, again in the most dramatic of tones, (while decked out in his monkey pajamas and slippers) “Mom, I was just so completely SHOCKED at how BEAUTIFUL this house was and I just couldn’t believe my eyes!!!”

 

Ok, now I had to laugh!!

 

I think he has seen too many Disney Princess and Barbie movies with his sister!!! Drama, drama, drama!

 

Just out of curiosity, I asked, “When was this again?” He rolled his eyes at me out of exasperation and said, “Mommy!!! It was right after I came out of your tummy! Don’t you remember?!! Right after I came out of you, you carried me around and showed me my new house?!”

 

Too cute! I let him keep his memory!

 

As I recall, mom was lying on the bed nursing aforementioned child after he was born… couldn’t have cared less about the house!!

What Do Squirrels Drink?

The other day in the car, after a rare 30 seconds of silence, my 3 year old son broke the silence with a question.

 

“Mommy, what do squirrels drink?”

 

Shaken out of my brief moment of mental relaxation, I responded, “Gee honey. That’s a great question! (stalling) I guess they drink water, like most animals in the wild.”

 

He quickly responded, “No, I don’t think so mommy.”

 

I said, “Oh? What do YOU think they drink, sweetie?”

 

He responded with expert authority, “They drink wine. RED wine, because it’s healthier.”

 

I simply responded, “I like the squirrels you’re hanging out with, honey!”

What do you mean, “You don’t drink milk?”

Yesterday I took the kids on a fantastic field trip! We went to Point Pelee National Park in Leamington, Ontario to see the Monarch butterflies as part of their annual migration.

 

We were fortunate enough to have the one-on-one attention of an incredibly knowledgable naturalist from the park. The kids ate him up! They were sucking information out of this gentleman so fast his head was spinning!

 

It was a very hands on experience – he was letting them handle turtle shells, various birds’ nests, fish teeth, fungus ‘shelves’ from trees, wasps’ nests, deer antlers… even ‘expired’ owls and vultures. It was a fantastic learning experience… for mom, too!

 

At one point, when this fine man was teaching the kids about turtle shells, he was showing them the ribs and explaining that they grow together to form the shell. Then, in an attempt to make the point that this wouldn’t really work out all that well for humans, he said to my daughter, “If I were to tell you to drink a big glass of milk tonight before going to bed – so that your bones would grow nice and strong – and then your bones kept growing… and your ribs grew together to form a shell… how would you feel in the morning?”

 

You should have seen the look on the kids’ little faces!!! Shock! Horror!

 

My daughter said, “We don’t drink milk.” He said, “Oh, are you allergic?” She said, “No, we just don’t drink it because it’s not healthy.”

 

Now the man’s face – shock and horror!!!

 

(I was standing a few feet away, trying very hard to control my bladder!!! This was priceless entertainment!)

 

An important piece of background information is, by this time, this man had turned to me half a dozen times or so to express how he couldn’t believe how well informed, intelligent and bright our kids are! I think he started to change his mind right about this time!

 

Now, he said to my daughter, “Well, sure milk is healthy! It builds strong bones.”

 

My daughter responded, “No, it really doesn’t. That’s just what they want us to think. The milk they make nowadays (she’s apparently an old lady at times!) can actually make your bones weak. Milk has so many toxins in it that it’s not safe to drink… unless it’s raw, unpasteurized and organic, which we can’t really buy in Michigan. We can get raw, unpasteurized and organic cheese though! You should try it - it’s to die for!” (her new favorite expression, thanks to Grandpa!)

 

Her little brother stood next to her the entire time, nodding in agreement.

 

She didn’t come across as sassy or as a know-it-all either… hard to see a kid as bossy or sassy when she’s giving you nutrition advice as she’s twirling and dancing!

 

This sweet man looked in need of defibrillator! He was quiet for a moment. Then looked up at me and started laughing! “This is quite a young lady you’ve got here! I don’t think I’ll have my glass of milk tonight!”

 

Then the kids merrily went on their way, skipping through the park, searching for Monarchs!

 

All in a day’s work!

Spanish Juggling

Since our daughter has had a couple years of Spanish classes in school, her younger brother has placed her on the pedestal of being our resident Spanish expert… a title she wears quite proudly, as she yields her dominating Spanish power over her little brother!

He can quite often be overheard asking his big sister, “What’s the Spanish word for….. (whatever is on his 3 year old mind)?”

Tonight at the dinner table, he was sitting across from his sister. He picked up two of his grape tomatoes from his plate, one in each hand. I watched him start to rhythmically alternate his hands up and down, palm sides up. I wasn’t totally sure what he was doing, but I had an idea of what he was mimicking…

Then he asked his sister, “Is this how you juggle in Spanish?”