Variables that cause me to fight
Safety - Where the safety of my children or other people is involved, the battle is on. This is why we're taught not to run with scissors, put coins in our mouths, cross the street without looking and talk to strangers. If my kids are doing something dangerous, they'll hear about it from me and my wife in a loud way. Paige has this intense way of getting in their faces when the situation demands it that is, ahem, memorable. We live in the city, and our neighborhood has shortish blocks, and we go for walks/bike rides. Because we started tea
ching them when they were very young, our boys do not run out in the street. They stop at the corner and wait for us and occasionally look both ways.Courtesy - I fight for courtesy. This is probably not that unusual among parents (he said, broad brush in hand). If children are not taught to say "please" and "thank you" by their parents, who will teach them? So, our kids do not get a drink or a snack if they whine "I'm thirsty! or shout "Pretzels!" They do those things, but then we slow them down and make sure they ask appropriately. Some might think we shouldn't let them ask wrong and then immediately ask right and get what they want. That they should have to work on asking right the first time in order to get what they want. What do you think?
These fights extend from the home to the public sphere. I was very impressed a few years ago when Paige knew that our then-five-year-old was going to meet her co-workers. She instructed him on three things: make eye contact, shake hands confidently and say a greeting ("hello" or "how are you" or just answering questions he was asked). And guess what: when she provided a five-year-old with those few instructions, he was capable of following them, and he wowed the group.
Recurring Situations - If an issue comes up that I think is going to come up again, I'm much more prone to fight. This can be a behavior like whining, which can drive a harried parent to drink. It also comes up in chore responsibilities. When Charlie started Kindergarten, we started expecting him to make his bed. For a five-year-old, getting up, getting dressed, making your bed and eating breakfast to be ready for school is quite something. Especially for Charlie because he had been cared for by his grandmother (thanks, once again, Popo!) at our house for much of his pre-K time. They were sometimes getting out to do fun things, but they also hung out close to home many days as well. Anyway, Kindergarten mornings were marked by whichever of us was in charge of get ready duty (we alternated) riding Charlie to make his bed, et. al. Now, in second grade, it's automatic. Well, pretty much.
Variables with which I don't engage
Balanced meals - We're fans of Penelope Leach's Your Baby and Child. A few simple paragraphs in the Toddler chapter section on Eating and Growing cemented that fandom. First, she states the problem:
"After being bombarded with detailed advice about feeding a baby, parents who seek help at the toddler stage usually find themselves put off by the magical phrase 'a good mixed diet.' When they inquire what such a diet consists of they are told to 'give plent of meat and fish; eggs; cheese; milk and fresh green vegetables....' Realizing that their toddler dislikes and refuses almost every one of those items, they wnder whether their child can be eating properly."Then she lets us off the hook as long as we're not feeding our kids prepared food crap, which fills the belly but does not supply nutrients.
"A mixed diet is one which contains some of each of a wide variety of foods, eaten in different combinations, every day. Its virtue lies in the fact that a person who eats it will quite certainly get everything his body requires under all circumstances. If what you need is not in one food, it will be in another....So if your child does eat a good mixed diet, you do not have to worry about his meals at all. You need not even try tow ork out what you child needs or is getting because day by day and week by week the two are certain to match up." (emphasis in last sentence added)In other words, your child's body will cry out for the mix of nutrients that it needs, and his tastes for foods will depend on what his body needs at the time. This became clear to us the night that toddler Charlie ate five bowls of black beans. A little protein deficient today, tiger? Leach goes on to say that the balance is different for each person and that figuring out the nutrient content in the servings of fresh foods we make at home is terribly difficult.
That means that at our house, no one sits at the table for hours until the last scrap is eaten. Pretty early on, it becomes the young eater's decision whether he wants to eat dinner or not; the corollary is that only boys who eat dinner get dessert. In the toddler years, the dessert threshold was sometimes lowered to tasting. We currently have a toddler who tastes nearly everything and a second-grader eating most meals, many with gusto.
My embarrassment vector <> my child's embarrassment vector - I have a low tolerance for embarrassment. I will have succeeded as a dad if my kids have a higher tolerance for it. So far, so good. These boys are at home in the world and comfortable in their own skin. I don't want to talk them out of that refreshing approach to life. Case in point, when Charlie went to the eye doctor recently, they dilated his eyes. At the end of the appointment, when I told them he didn't have sunglasses with him, they gave him the disposable plastic/paper wraparound geezer model to w
ear. It happened that our house was between the doctor's office and his school (schematic at right). When I asked C if he wanted me to stop at home and get his own sunglasses before dropping him at school, he said "Nah, I'll wear these." So, I let him. He got some ribbing on the bus after school, but was pretty well unfazed. So why should I fight?This couldn't possibly be a comprehensive list, but it does capture the first several factors that go into my personal battle-choosing algorithm. The other thing that I always bear in mind is that my child's ability to battle resembles fireworks and mine resembles a fire in a fireplace. By that I mean that my children's battle ability and tactics can best be described as spectacular but brief. Mine - while less interesting to watch - will always last longer. I can listen to a boy cries until he's ready to comply. When I can listen no longer, I don't give in; I send him to his room. Not as a punishment, just to cry it out. It's a good reminder to him and to me that I'm the parent. Deep down, kids want to know that.
Thanks again, K, for the stimulating comment.
