Showing posts with label child development. Show all posts
Showing posts with label child development. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Windows and Walls

Surprises are the best. Or the worst. By their definition they are out of our control and not of our making. We can go in search of them, we can be open to them. We can't will them to appear - they're surprises. We can rejoice in the positive or whine about the negative. They measure our resillience.

When change drops us in a new place, we can look for window or push against the walls. I've come to like the walls. There is a time before I make a decision that almost hurts, where I'm feeling I'm bursting either with possibility or from holding back what I know I need to do. Then I hit the wall and I have to decide on the direction. I did that today. I've been whining (to myself mainly) about weight creeping back since I lost a bazillion pounds a year and half ago. It's not rocket science. I need to walk more and eat fewer tortilla chips. Period. That's it. The bigger question is what took me so long?

Short answer, I like chips. It's cold. Longer answer, maybe I was getting uncomfortable in that new, smaller body. Change can be hard, even if we mentally know it's good. Our emotions have to catch up. That in between time can be tough. I think we have to be willing to be surprised both by our situations and by ourselves. There is so much beyond our control that we need to learn to make our best decisions, take our best shots, and if we hit a wall - use it. Climb over it, go around it, or blast a window through it. That space between a rock and a hard place, sometimes it's beautiful.

So what does this mean for our kids? Adults need a bedrock of confidence, faith, some inner tools to scale those walls. Kids need a backpack and a path. When the surprises come, parents lead the way and set the tone. You can prepare them with their own tools - for children these may be more concrete - good books, a favorite blanket or teddy, an unbroken routine. But prepare them to be flexible too. Help them learn to see the positive. What is the best part of a bad day? What's silly in a tough situation? Then make it concrete. Paint an old chair, plant seeds, make art from junk. Things change, they surprise us, and the changes are good.

So my personal wall - getting back to eating more carefully - that means I need to go to the store more often, spend more money on fruits and veggies - because I certainly deserve that as much as I do chips or chocolate - and create more of my favorite good for me foods. Here's a recipe I fix in large quantity for snacks.

Chop a half a cantaloupe or other melon (probably not watermelon) and a whole, skinned cucumber into 1/2 inch chunks. Finely chop about an eighth of an onion (I like red ones) and a whole serrano pepper (minus seeds and veins) or a 1/4 of a bell pepper depending on your love of heat. Mix the four ingredients in a bowl. Add about 1/3 cup of plain greek yogurt, salt and pepper to taste. Stir it up, let it sit for a while, and drain off any excess liquid. You can add chopped mint or cilantro if you like - or lime juice. Play around a little.  I eat this as salad or salsa for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. It's better than chips. Enjoy.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Puppies and Other Sources of Hope

Why do we all love puppies? Or at least the idea of them? They are soft and floppy and adorable. But more than that, they adore us. Who can resist a puppy wiggling in absolute delight just at the sight of us? Who can feel lousy when a puppy is licking at our faces? Not me.

And I'm longing for a dog. This one belongs to my son and after a number of chewed up items, muddy messes in the backyard, and rounds of carsickness, I promise you, he's still well loved. I want a dog to follow me around again, to take walks with me, to bark when someone is coming to the door. Dogs are simple. Treat them right and they'll reward you with affection. Train them and they're easy to live with. Correct them with love and they'll follow your lead. Hurt them and they'll be skitterish, resistant, or downright mean. Dogs are simple.

My dog Ralph used to nose me every morning at 7AM to have his breakfast. I didn't mind. What other creature bounded around in circles at 7AM, just happy to see me and get his food? He started my day with a smile. If I cried he sat at my side and licked my tears. He scared the UPS man with his huge bark and chased the ground squirrels out of the back yard.

Valentines Day is tomorrow and all of us looking for models of love or child rearing might look to our dogs. Keep it simple. Keep it kind. Delight in the existence of each other. Take walks together. Joy is amplified, meanness has consequences. My conclusion? Puppies are cute, but they also promise years of love and that is one kind of hope. Happy Valentines Day, guys.