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Monday, December 13, 2010

Tis the Season

Cabin fever has set in and we are only midway through December.  For the last several days our little family has been under the weather.  Runny noses, slight fevers, coughs, and feeling just so tired.  So we stayed indoors, kept things very simple, and watched way too much television.  Standards were definitely relaxed.

On Friday we were feeling much better...and the sunshine and first snow beckoned...and the temperatures were mild and tolerable.  I dressed Gabriel in his snowsuit, tied up my boots, strapped on the Ergo, and walked to the park. It was glorious to be outside in the fresh air. 








It was Gabriel's first time being able to play in the snow.
Cold snow!

They look so cute in their snowsuits!

Playing with ice on the  merry go round.  A free natural toy!

Mama and child.  (Keeping the mittens on was a losing battle)

Our little park is all wintered up

The woods.   

 











We played at the park for a little while.  Gabriel loved watching a group of kids have a little snowball fight.  It brought to life an illustration in his book Winter.  It is by Gerda Muller and features very sweet illustrations of children playing outside in the snow, ice skating, feeding the birds, making snowmen etc.

Afterward, we walked across the field to the little patch of woods at the edge of the park. We walked through the woods along the little path and came out on the other side of the neighborhoood.  We walked the few blocks back to our house and came inside as it was time to make supper.

The next day I woke up with a heavy feeling in my chest and a sore throat. My congestion was back and I was bone tired again.  I am not sure if it has to do with going outside or if I caught another little bug...but I was down for the count.

Yesterday, we were snowbound in the house.  Sickness and frigid weather and a winter storm kept us inside Sunday and Monday.  I took this picture of our street. 
view from our balcony

Friday, December 10, 2010

Why We Are Opposed to Electronic and Character Toys

On a recent visit to my in-laws the subject of Christmas presents came up. The conversation went something like this:

Us: No electronic and character toys for Gabriel please!

In-Laws: Really?  Not even a Tickle Me Elmo doll?

My Husband:  You can buy him an Elmo doll but we'll throw it in the trash.

Me: We're not throwing anything in the trash but we really don't want those kinds of toys for Gabriel.

In-Laws:  It's the parents' right to make those decisions. 

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My in-laws are kind, generous, and loving. They are amazing grandparents. They are respectful and mindful of our parenting value, even if we do things a little differently than they are used to.  Their desire to possibly get Gabriel an Elmo doll comes from a place of love.  Elmo is cute and Gabriel has enjoyed watching him on You Tube from time to time.  So I can certainly understand why they asked about it.

The problem with an Elmo doll?   It will always be an Elmo doll.  Numerous studies have shown that when  children interact with character toys an important thing disappears from their play: creativity and imagination.

Children playing with character toys tend be quite rigid..  They stick to storylines and characteristics formulated by the corporations making the shows and movies. I would even hesitate to call it "play."  Play involves imagination, creativity, activity, and a sense of agency.  Intearaction with character toys is really more about imitation of the previously viewed content. 

When children play with plain old fashioned dolls they are more likely to use their imagination.  There is no authority figure (corporate media) telling them "how" the dolls are "supposed" to act, or what they can be, or what they can do.  I have fond memories of my dolls.  Sometimes they were babies in the cradle. Sometimes they were students in the kindergarden.  Sometimes I made them tea.  The play was creative and open ended.  It was possible to develop my own characters and storylines.

Character toys are designed for one thing only and it isn't to make children into healthy, creative, and dynamic human beings.  Character toys are part of a cyclical corporate adverstising campaign.The television shows/movies/DVDs are advertisements for the toys and the toys are advertisements for the television show/movie/DVD.

  Sesame Street may cry poor when it comes to pledge week on PBS, but they've made hundreds of millions off Elmo licensed products.

When parents buy a character licensed product--be it an Elmo doll, a Dora backpack, or a Thomas the Tank Engine sippy cup, or a Cinderella t-shirt-- we use our hard earned money to give a corporation free advertising.  In other words, we allow our children to be used as billboards.

Electronic toys are also detrimental to creativity and yes...even to learning.   The only thing a child learns from an electronic toy is how to push a button and make noise.  You can get the same effect from a doorbell. They are also extremely jarring with their incessant noise.  A child whose electronic toy is going off  loses the peace and quiet they need to exercise their developing brains through exploration with the environment through the five senses. 

  Corporations like to make plastic boxes that randomly sing the ABCs  or count to ten when a button is pushed. They call these "learning" toys. The boxes say things like "promotes number recognition" or "promotes early literacy."  What these toys actually do is deceive parents into thinking they are educational while creating completely passive children who aren't really learning anything of value.

The truth is that children are not going to learn  number recognition, and the concept of numerical amounts from hearing Elmo count to ten when they push a button.  They might imitate the counting, but they do not understand for one minute the difference between one and six. It is just a sound.

Children do not learn to read by hearing or singing the ABCs.  We don't say A-P-P-L-E when we want an apple.  We pronounce the word phonetically.  Electronic toys aren't going to teach children the encoding and decoding skills needed for literacy. The ones that  "read" for the child with the electronic scanner are quite scary.  Instead of working through a story by sounding out the words, a child can completely avoid learning to read. The magic wand does it for them. 

Parents buy into the electronic learning myth because they've been sold a bill of goods by corporations.  Vulnerable mothers and fathers are warned that the first three years are critical to learning (which they are) and that the best way to enhance this magical time is by purchasing electronic learning toys  and educational videos (which it is not).

The truth is so much more simple and so much more liberating:  Open ended toys and unstructured playtime leads to more creative, more curious, and more active children.  Childen who engage in the world around them. Children who use their imaginations.  Children who feel free to explore.  Children who come up with new ideas.

Pots and pans and wooden spoons.  Fingerpaints and paper.  Mud, dirt, grass, and sticks.  Simple dolls.  A ball.  Some blocks.  Play silks. Baskets. A wooden truck.  Legos.  Puzzles. Books.

The best toys are simple.  They don't require batteries.  They are free to be whoever and whatever the child requires at the moment.   They give a sense of peace and the purpose of them is endless.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

A brief glimpse into the second week of Advent.

Winter in in the frosty chilled air.  The trees look barren and sketetal, all stick and bark and wind whipping through the branches.   Night increases.  Everything inhales, moves inward, and finds a quiet warm corner. A candle is lit, a nut is cracked, a jar of canned tomatoes is opened, an evergreen is brought inside: we are all waiting out the cold with our various promises and reminders of light and warmth, of sunshine and greenery, of life and abundance.

 We have entered the Second Week of Advent: The celebration of the Kingdom of Plants.  We added a little potted evergreen to our nature table, as well as a vase of winter greenery, and some pine cones to remember the plant kingdom created by God.  Another candle was lit on Sunday for the Second Week of Advent.

Actual candles are lit during prayer time but then blown out in favor of the battery operated ones...we have a cat and a toddler so candles are a rare and brief treat.


Angels now grace the nature table, as well as St. Nicholas who was added on the 6th.

These angels were thirty cents a piece at the thrift store.



I love the simplicity of this angel.

I am quite pleased with how well Advent/Winter nature table is going.  It is simple, peaceful, and speaks to the spirit of the season.  I love being able to add something each week...starting out with a simple bowl of stones for the Mineral Kingdom and now we have evergreen, holly berries, ivy, pine cones, angels, and St. Nicholas.


This has been a week for sickness in our little home.  Stuffy sniffly runny noses, coughs, and tired bodies. A time for hanging out in pajamas, watching "Little Bear," snuggling on the sofa while drinking plenty of fluids.  A time for tea and hot broth.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Thoughts on Marriage and Motherhood

Ever since I was little I had one main ambition in life: To be a wife and a mother.  As a child I loved to play house with my dolls. I remember my mother only letting me keep a few dolls and stuffed animals in bed with me; probably because she worried that I wouldn't have enough room to sleep. I felt so sad for the lonely bears and dolls sitting on the top of my toybox.  After she left the room and went downstairs, I can remember sneaking out of bed and getting all of my "babies" and putting them right into bed with me.  You could say I was a co-sleeping mama from the get go!

I loved taking care of children when I got older.  I took care of my little cousins during summers in high school.  I baby sat for children in our apartment complex during the school year.  I also worked as a nanny here and there over the years.  It was wonderful to care for little children and I have precious memories of the little ones, but at the end of the day, I was not their Mama.  It was not my home.
 

As I reached my twenties, my mid-twenties, and then my early thirties I watched so many women I knew start committed relationships, their families, their lives, their homes.  At times it became unbearably painful because here I was struggling to make it past 6 months in a relationship, struggling with major depression disorder and emotional regulation issues,  and there they were in their wedding dresses, giving birth, baking birthday cakes.

My pain morphed into jealousy and despair.  I ended a friendship with someone I still love and miss to this day because I couldn't handle that she too was leaving me behind to get married.  It was not one of my greatest moments as a person.  I wanted to meet the man that would love me, only me, and want to marry me.  I wanted a baby.  When would it be my turn?  It was the defining question of my life for all of my twenties and most of my early thirties.

And then it wasn't anymore. 

  I was single, I was working, I had a fantastic charming little apartment near downtown, I was thin, I had pretty clothes. I had resigned myself to my single childless state.  I could nanny in the daytime and have a life of sorts in the evening.  I convinced myself that I would never have a child of my own, a committed relationship.

Then in the summer of 2008, I met John.  We hit it off instantly.  We were officially engaged two months after our first date, just after we moved into together.  It was that fast.  And then we found out I was six weeks pregnant.  It all happened so fast.   It was as if I woke up in another life.

We spent the getting to know you stage of a serious relationship getting ready to have a baby.  That supposedly blissful time of pregnancy was filled with uncertainity, anxiety, and the stress of a very new relationship under an enormous amount of pressure.   Just as I relaxed into the idea of it all...I started having pre-term labor, pre-clampsia, and a premature birth by C section.  Trying to get to know my baby was hampered by a serious bout of post partum anxiety and depression. Once that was stabilized, the day to day caring and feeding of the baby demanded all of my energy.

In spite of all my nanny experience I was not prepared in anyway for motherhood.  Motherhood is all consuming.  It is at once wonderful and absolutely terrifying.  It is the most awesome responsibilty of your life.

Imagine you are given something wonderful that you always yearned for.  It is a precious gift, a holy gift from God.  You have been entrusted with a tiny fragile baby.  A baby is who entirely defenseless and entirely dependent on you for all of its needs, for its very survival.  Add to that sleeplessness, and it is amazing that any new parent survives the first year. 

We waited to marry until after Gabriel turned one.  I think it was the best decision for us to wait until we recovered a bit. They say the first year of marriage is the hardest.  It is definitely different being married, it is nothing like just living together.  So much more is at stake.  Marriage/Commitment seems to be the thread that weaves people together into a family.

We both struggle with anxiety, misunderstandings, frustrations.  We both walk on eggshells around each other a lot of the time  We are both moody and prone to dramatics.( I tend to think in terms of worst case scenerio a lot.)   I often do not fight "fairly."

  But I think the biggest struggle is this:  We were both single for a long time.We both lived alone and led fairly quiet lives.  We both got used to handling things on our own, our way.  We both never expected to find someone so quickly and start a family right away after that.  I think in a lot a ways we are reeling from the sudden and enormous changes that life sent our way.