February 25, 2015

A Parent’s Advice

Category: Being Parents

There MUST be some sort of allergens in the air which have sent toddlers on a complete out-of-this-world-meltdowns and parents on the brink of insanity this week. Or it’s just the fact that school has been out for a week and that the kids have been bored shitless last week. (School’s back in now. Phew!)

Either way, the Grubbs ‘n Critters residence has been swamped by massive temper-tantrums of a 4.5 year old who goes into complete meltdowns with screams that brought the whole house down, day-in, day-out, sparked by the smallest things…like when…

…she wasn’t the first one to get out of bed

… or that her blanket wasn’t straightened from end to end

… or that a spoonful of milk into her cereal was just waaay too much milk

….or that she wanted the water from the cooler and not the bottled water.

One of the worse always happens when her little brother beat her to opening the door or pressing the button for the elevator, or getting to the car first.

Spud gets upset to the point where she snaps right out, even when one of her foot was just a nano-second away from her brother’s before she stepped into the elevator (or the car). Not being able to press the floor button or that stupid button on the car door would set her off . Practically everything is a recipe for disaster and a start of a woeful, crying day. Every single tiny thing leads to a disaster that could go on for a full hour. So.not.funny.

And, we faced this every goddamn day in the last week or so: the first thing she wakes up in the morning, and the last thing before she goes to bed. It recently happened the moment we walked into our front door after stressful day at work; when all I want to do was shower them with hugs and kisses because I was so looking forward to see them after a long day, and only to be greeted by screams and tantrums the moment we walked in. It makes me want to run back to the office and lock myself in there.

No, I haven’t quite nailed this crazy art called parenting, and it won’t be the first time we’ll be at our wits end as to how we should handle our spirited, strong-willed child. Because every time we thought we handled it, she upped her ante.

I have to remind myself that this is just a phase and that this too shall pass…

Today, I was greeted by a piece on parenting advice from Stomper Dad and I thought that I’ll re-blog his post as a reminder to keep myself centered after being gunned down with full-on tantrums over several days continously.

1. Time is a gift. Give them your time.

The Berenstain Bears got the gimmies, so can our kids. It’s easy to fall into their trap, especially if they ask so nicely with their best manners. However, they’ll cherish the time you spend with them far more than that toy. Draw with them. Hide and Seek with them. Teach them to play a card game – War and Go Fish are super easy. Take them outside. The possibilities are endless. The more engaged you are, the less likely they are to go looking for trouble (in my experience, anyway).

2. Read to them. Teach them to read.

It’s the teacher in me, I guess. Read to them frequently. Teach them to read. Teach them to understand what they read. Bang is now three and a half and he has fourteen words on his sight words list. Some of them he can spell without his list. He could probably have more if we worked on it more often. But we get distracted playing “run and tickle”.

3. Inspire creativity

Albert Einstein said, “Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.” In other words, knowledge only embraces what we have already learned. It’s our imagination to leads us to new understandings. Inspire your child’s creativity and you’ll build upon their imagination and who knows what you’ll learn!

4. Document. Funny things they say. Milestones and firsts.

We all know kids say the darnedest things. Write them down. Last year we had a jar and every time something funny happened, someone said one of their darnedest things or something memorable happened we’d write it on a scrap of paper and put it in the jar. Come December 31 or the New Year we opened the jar and read all the fun things we said and did over the past year. 

Ann: Things like this I make sure they go on my blog, a habit I started since Spud said her first words. It is one of the most precious things and I could always use it as blackmail later!

5. Don’t mistake who you are.

No matter how you parent, don’t think you are doing it wrong. We all get something wrong now and then. There is no “perfect parent”. Of course, there are some that might need a bit of help. We’re not here to judge them, though. But if your kids are happy, healthy, clean, fed and well rested, you’re doing all right. Never mind the latest trends, the latest uproars and do what is best for you and your kids (Except for vaccinations. Vaccinate your kids).

Ann: I do what I can and I’m*still*  learning the ropes. My only hope is that I don’t screw up. Every once in a while though, I  do wonder if the doctor had given me the wrong baby.

Lastly, you are not alone. Whatever troubles you’re facing with your kids, there are hundreds more with the exact same problem.

To his last sentence here, I take heed that there could also be hundreds more with worse problem that we are facing, and that at the end of the day, despite the horrendous tantrums, we are still blessed with kids who are healthy, well and sometimes not so happy because they don’t get what they want. (Suck it up, kids. Suck it up!).

Oh yes! Sometimes, I really do want to hang them up on the clothes line too. It sure does look more fun than having a time-out. Their only consolation is that we live on a high floor and there is no-way, no-how am I allowing them near the balcony.

 

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Source: Google Image

 

Stomper Dad’s original article can be found here.

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February 24, 2015

Where are my children’s roots?

Category: Guest Blogger

Guest Post by Yuliya, Author of Tiny Expats

Yuliya shares her thoughts about her kids’ national identity and finding their roots in raising her kids in the expat world – a topic I find to be intriguingly interesting from the eyes of an expat with multi-cultural and multi-lingual background. Don’t forget to visit her blog for a peek into her world. 

I’d like to thank Ann, for hosting me as a guest blogger. I can relate to what she writes on her blog – we also have kids, who are growing up away from their home country. Ann asked me to write about our kids’ sense of identity – where are their roots? What would they call home and how would they describe themselves?

Let’s start by saying that even I have no idea, which country should be called ‘the’ home country for them. Their mom is Ukrainian (with some family members in Russia), their dad is Russian (with some family members in Ukraine), the older one was born in Germany and then lived for approximately similar amounts of time in China, Russia and CZ. The younger one now lived for almost the same time in CZ as in Russia, where she was born. They have grandparents in Russia and China. And, to make the already complicated situation even more fun, officially they are British (their dad lived in UK for a very long time). When asked ‘where do you come from?’, even I have a problem of forming a a short answer.

I am Ukrainian, that is true, but I left Ukraine, when I was 17, so, basically, I lived for all my adult years else where. My husband has a bit of a trouble identifying himself as well – he is Russian, but he lived in UK since he was 12. What if somebody asks my girls the same question? Where do they come from?

My main hope is that the world is changing rapidly, it is becoming smaller and closer with every passing year. You can travel faster to any part of the world, you can talk to your loved ones for free any minute (my girls see their grandmas every day on Skype or FaceTime), keeping up with friends is easy via social networks. It is not that daunting to move to another country and more people decide to become expats, hence, there’re more TCKs around to give company to my kids 🙂

During my student years in London, I met lots of students who were of a mixed background, with parents coming from two different countries and them living in the third one. Usually, when asked where they are from, they would tell you the nationalities of their parents and name their current home base. Just like that – why try to come up with a one word name for yourself, if you can give a fuller, yet still pretty short, description? Why do you have to choose one nationality or one country instead of being proud of all the sides of your multinational and multicultural background? For example, my sister, when asked about her nationality, would tell you that she’s Ukrainian with a touch of Gypsy, Armenian and Turkish (and it doesn’t matter to her that all those family members lived several generations before) 🙂

I would definitely tell my kids all about their ancestors. They should know their roots to have a better understanding of who they are and where they came from. And when they get asked about their national identity, they would not feel under pressure to fit into some socially accepted labels.

They are a great combination of different backgrounds, they can name several countries as their home and they should be proud of being who they are. I’m sure there would be difficulties along the way, probably around teenage time as well, so I’m planning to read up more on TCK related issues. In any case, I hope that my tiny expats would grow into self-confident citizens of the world.

 

Side note from Ann:

To all bloggers out there, I’m extending an open invitation for you to send me your guest postings and I’ll be really happy to put up your posts on my blog. All you have to do is just drop me a line here.

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February 23, 2015

WPC [Rule of Thirds]: Birth of a New Mom

Category: Being Parents
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Credit: Silver Bullet, 2010. Spud at 4 weeks old, after a massive meltdown

Memories in the early weeks of having a newborn is all, but hazy by now. The small details vague and the feelings I know I experienced seems quite distant now… benignly forgotten, and likely distorted by severe sleep deprivation, frustrations, fears and confusion while being in the moment.

It feels like a lifetime away, yet the above picture had triggered remnants of memories in my early days of motherhood, amidst tears and being “high” from fatigue, trying to figure it all out.

The “witching hours” I remember well. It lasted for weeks from 5 p.m to 7 p.m without fail and all I could do was walk Spud around the house as calmly as I could while humming “Yellow Submarine” over and over again. (Why Yellow Submarine by the Beatles I have no idea, but it was that one song that could calm her down during the witching hours).

Facing away from the camera was a new mother overwhelmed by emotions when her child finally stopped her incessant crying. The newborn,oblivious to the chaos she had caused earlier, finally was calmed enough for this shot to be still-framed.

My life is forever changed. The birth of a mother when a newborn was born into this world has indeed just begun.

In response to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge Rule of Thirds

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