600 Bucks Please!

In the car yesterday the kids were talking about Bill Gates being one of the richest people on Earth.  The topic of all the charity work that him and Melinda do world health and education came up.  We talked about Malaria and new school designs.

I was so proud of the girls for knowing some philanthropic facts and current events.  Then my pride changed to laughter with this exchange.

Enu says,”If I ever see him I’m going to ask him for $600.” (A funny number isn’t it?  What could she want that is $600?)

Mita’s retort, ” Enu, you are not a cause.”

Love my kids and their snappy come backs!

 

 

She’s been counting down…annoyingly so at times, for this day to arrive.  Thirteen, that magical time of life when  you are officially not a kid anymore.

I’m trying to remember the feel of her newborn skin, the sound of the her baby laugh.  I remember the first time I said the words “my daughter”.  I remember the first time she nursed and the last time.  The way she looked when she sucked her two fingers and twirled her hair.The stubborn child who bossed people around when ” playing” and told people what color crayon to use and when to use it.  Her first day of school when she didn’t look back.  Her insistence that I go to the waiting room as she came out of anesthesia after her hernia surgery (I didn’t leave her btw).  The girl who won’t stop reading, who embraces life and has fun.  The first soccer goal, the first mascara application.

How does one gather up all this precious information and not just cry when you see how long her legs have gotten?  The memories of the longest bedtime routine ever still shine through when she leans in for a quick kiss now before heading to her room to bed.  I hope I remember every drop of energy, every idea she has ever breathed into life.

I had no idea what was in store for me thirteen years ago.  Meg made me a mom, which made me the person I am today.  I found my purpose through her, the love of my profession through her.

So serious. So smart. So fearless.  That’s my girl!  Happy Birthday baby.

 

I no longer have to shop the toddler or little girl sections.  I ignore the baby section on Pinterest for the most part and if I pin something there it’s for my work, not my home.  The girls start going to bed at 9, not 7:30 (we stager bedtime for sanity).  I didn’t have to buy water paints or play dough this year for school supplies.  Only one gives me a full on the mouth kiss before she leave the house. The other three give me various styled hugs or cheek kisses.  Only two would pose for first day of school photos.  This is my last year of being an elementary school parent!

I do have two budding musicians in the family with Meg on her second year of the sax and Mita starting the violin this fall.  (We are fortunate to have a strong school music program, a rarity anymore I know.) Those two are also on the soccer team and I am shopping for soccer balls and cleats this year.  Enu is at the top of the intermediate school as a fifth grader and Elle wants to be in Karate. New things are being tried and they are challenging themselves wonderfully.

They are growing. I miss some things. I’m really liking other things.  Things like Meg and Mita can walk to and from practice together and they both have study hall to get homework done there and not so much at home.  They are all funny.  Really funny little people with thoughts and ideas that they are open to sharing with us (still, hopefully always).  We can discuss current events and a bit of politics with them and they are forming their own ideas.

Bittersweet my thoughts this morning.  My growing family is amazing.

 

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Now that school bags are filled with new paper, folders and pens the homework and reading assignments  will begin again. The Scholastic Summer Challenge is still going strong through August so keep your kids registering their reading minutes to help Scholastic get an amazing number of read minutes.  The record was broke earlier this summer for over 76 million minutes logged!

To celebrate the new school year and the amazing summer of 2012,  Scholastic Books sent me three great teen reads that I get to give away. YEAH!

The Eleventh Plague by Jeff Hirsch

 Border Town #1: Crossing the Line by Malín Alegría

The False Prince by Jennifer Nielsen

I gave Meg The Eleventh Plague to read and she is just about done with it and tells me she really likes it.  It’s set in a post-flu-ravaged America where Steven and Jenny are teenagers trying to survive.  The setting is a popular one for the time for sure, and the book has been giving the following review from Suzanne Collins:  The Eleventh Plague hits disturbingly close to home…an excellent, taut debut novel.  This review tells me I might want to read it when Meg is done!

Mita was given Bordertown #1 Crossing The Line.  At first look it reminded me of the teen scene books I read as a middle-schooler but after reading the first chapter I laughed, hard at the comical writing.  I haven’t finished the book, but Mita really likes it.  It does have subjects to do with growth and development, so not a read for a typical 9 or 10 year old for sure.  I like how real issues of the day are in this book: minorities, immigration, bigotry.

The third book I am giving away is The False Prince.  The first book of a trilogy, it lays the foundation for an exciting story that I’m sure Meg is going to want to read.  I have just started it and have been swept up in the life of Sage, an orphan who is being trained to possibly portray the king’s long lost son.  Good stuff here!

Want to win  books for a lucky kid in your life? Don’t have any tween kids to give the books to, but can donate them to a worthy cause? Maybe you are not a tween, but want to win and read the books yourself?  Here’s how it will work:

*Leave a comment telling me the name of the best book you read all summer or the name of the book you wanted to read all summer and didn’t have time to (then find the time when the kids go back to school!).  One entry.

*You can earn a second entry by Liking my page on FaceBook. I have 32 Likes and would love to hit 50 by the end of the year!  Just tell me you like me and part of your Facebook name so I can double-check the entry.

Giveaway starts August 21st, my kids’ first day of school and ends next Tuesday, August 27th at noon EST.

(Disclaimer:  I was asked to give an honest review of and hot a giveaway for these three books by Scholastic, and received a copy of each book for my time.)

 

The prompt for this week is remembering your teen years.  Ouch. Do I have to?  I don’t wanna…. Okay I cannot think of anything else so here I go.

I didn’t like being a teen.  When people say high school is the best time in your life I heartily disagree.  I hated it. The only thing I liked was the music. Big hair bands were my thing, oh and Johnny Depp. So except for Def Leppard and Mr. Depp, I don’t have much to remember.

I hated school, felt like a dork, had really fuzzy hair and ended up moving a few times.  When I hit college I was LIBERATED! 

That said, I hope my kids don’t hate it. I don’t want them to be so self-absorbed that they think high school is life either. I hope they can learn responsibility, be social and make some great memories. It would be nice if they could look back and say, wow that was great.

Because I cannot. It’s no ones fault really, just how it happened and I struggled so much with low self-esteem I look back now and cannot believe I made it through without trauma! Thank God for getting me through those years!

Okay, is five minutes up yet? I am so over remembering my teen years…yeah the buzzer!

 

This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

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As I mentioned a few weeks ago, I have an almost 13-year-old that is bringing the whole social media thing and her use of it to my forefront.  I  have several ideas running through my head on how to approach this, but I still have time.  I don’t think I am in denial, I just like to procrastinate. Ask Hubby if you don’t believe me.

Meg (said almost thirteen year old) has a blog. She started it not quite a year ago and reviews books, movies and a few random posts. She is an obsessive reader, likes to write and is currently writing her first novel, which I find amazing, I know I am a her mom, but it is amazing.  From time to time though she gets writers block and for some reason thinks it is my responsibility to help her through it.  This conversation just happened this morning:

Meg:  Mom, I don’t know what to write for my next blog. Tell me what to write. (Read in a whiny voice).

Mom: Write about Earth Day, write about your Silver Award project.

Meg:  I’ve tried and I cannot. I’ve tried and tried.

Mom:  Just start writing and throw out your first paragraph, a lot of writers do that.

Meg: I can’t, tell me what to write! (whiney voice is louder and more annoying)

Mom: (Watching a TV commercial about cars) Write about how you feel when you start daddy’s car in the morning. It could be a good father’s day gift for him.

Meg:  (Silence)

Mom:  (….ah silence)

This is what she came up with When I Start The Car.  I think she did a great job sharing her emotions and I am very happy that I was able to help her out for once. Maybe now she’ll listen to me sooner, but I doubt it.

 It is times like these that make me think she may be ready to dip her toe in the tumultuous ocean of social media.  Not because writing a good blog makes you savvy to the ways of Facebook, but because she has demonstrated that she can share her feelings effectively to the world (or me).  She writes, she proofreads, she edits. 

She recently sent a text that hurt her friend’s feelings. We were able to talk about how texting and emails don’t show the emotions that your voice does.  You cannot say somethings with a text. It’s just not done. A painful lesson, but on a smaller scale thankfully.  I cannot help but mourn for the girls who have texted much worse to people such as inappropriate pictures.  Our children have the whole world in their hands, literally. The power they have is daunting, yet we seem to let them treat it way too lightly.

To many I may be over thinking the social media thing. I may seem obsessive or over-protective with my kids. I cannot help but be careful with my girls though.  Social media is the way of the world.  Bosses are checking your Facebook page.  Colleges are tracking your movements.  Your social media footprint follows you much like your credit score, and  you have to protect it.  On top of that you have crazy people trying to meet with your children in hotel rooms (we have one of those down the street).

 I hope when Meg clicks post on Facebook she looks at her post not as a brief update on what she is doing after school, but as a little piece of her that she is sharing with the world. I hope she can look at it objectively and think “Does the world need to know this about me?” “Is this a safe thing to share?” “Would I share this with a stadium full of people?”  “Is this fair to other people?” “Will it hurt someone’s feelings?”  That is a lot of questions to go through someone’s mind, but with time and practice I think we can learn to take a double  look at our contributions to the world. Even if they are only 140 characters or a pin.

 

 

Okay. So I wrote that this is a movie review and a rant. I will rant first.  I know I am not the coolest mom ever.  Or the coolest mom. Or a cool mom.  But I am a mom and I did fork over close to $50 yesterday to take my two oldest darlings to see The Hunger Games. Nevermind that I would have seen it anyway if they hadn’t wanted to watch it because I am in love with this book series.  Gas, tickets, popcorn aren’t cheap. You would think I would get one lousy picture of my girls having fun at the movies…..noooooo. Not one picture of them in front of the movie poster, in the theater, posing with tickets. Nothing. I took a picture of my lonely little ticket to remember the day.  Maybe when Catching Fire comes out I’ll not take them unless they sign a contract saying they will pose for one picture.  Don’t they know that these events are the memories of their childhood? Don’t they know that they need to have them documented in photos so they will have hundreds of Shutterfly books to look through with their own children, my grandchildren, to show what an awesome mom childhood they had? Enough of the rant and on to the review.

I’ve read enough book series turned movie franchises to know that it is impossible to put everything from the book on the screen. The movies would be five hours long. I would still pay to see it, but apparently the movie people don’t know how die-hard readers can be!  The Hunger Games the movie was close enough to the book to please me. I can excuse the few missing characters, though I miss them.

If you have not read the books and only seen the movie the way Katniss gets her Mockingjay pin is not correct, and it loses some of its value I think in how she obtained it.  In the books Cinna is one of my favorite characters, he is very flamboyant, yet supportive.  The movie Cinna is certainly supportive, kind and him and Katniss work well together, but he was lacking in some of his charm.  Except for his eyeshadow, he wasn’t that WOW as he was in the book.

What I loved about the movie. Woody Harrelson as Haymitch was great, I enjoyed his portrayal.  Katniss was the Katniss from the books,  I think she nailed it.  Peeta was perfect, Gale had a small part in this first film, but I feel he is going to be perfect in this role.  I hate the whole Team Gale/Team Peeta thing. This is about Katniss!  She is not a prize to be won, she is a stand alone person.  Trying to tell this to my giggly girls is aggravating.

The violence in the movie was PG-13 for sure.  It was really hard to watch children kill children. The books can be hard to read, but as I am a visual person, it was hard to watch.  I questioned letting Mita and Meg see it on the screen.  They had read the books, I’ve tried to discuss the issues with them as they read them. I still don’t know if they get the entire picture, but I feel they are on the right track.  I would be hesitant to allow a young tween/teen see this film if they hadn’t read the books and started digesting the whole fight to the death theme of the books.  I don’t think murder should be glorified.

The theme of The Hunger Games being a reality TV show is very important for this upcoming generation especially.  It shows how real live human beings can be turned into mearly characters to play with. Watching the behind the scenes people come up with dogs, fires and darkness to add to the games appeal is reprehensible and yet it rings a bit to close to home.  Reality TV is not reality. We see people turn into diva monsters all the time for a few minutes of cheap fame.  A great discussion starter with the kids about the realities of reality TV and how human lives should not be treated lightly.

I  encourage parents to read this series if they have kids reading or watching them! If you want to learn more about them Scholastic has a great site to check out.  Have you read the books and seen the movie?  Did you allow your tweens or teens to see the movie? What are your thoughts.

Here is Meg’s blog about the movie. Notice how much time she spends on Peet and Gale! Arghh!

 

Racing towards adult-hood :(

I have an amazing power that was only recently discovered. I don’t twitch when the word puberty is said. I not only don’t twitch, I get happy and love to talk about it with parents and girls.  Girls only. I have no idea about the boys.

Armed with this new super power I recently worked with a teen counselor and we put on a program for some local Girl Scouts. We held it around Valentines Day and called it Loving Your Growing Body. It was complete with snacks and door prizes and I have to say it was a huge success. I was elated afterwards that twenty girls ages 9-16 knew how and why their bodies were changing, that it was healthy and normal. Also that ten of them attended with their moms and the continuing conversation was started that day for some of them.

Remember that I always encourage parents that there is no “The Talk” if you  want to have healthy communication with your kids. There needs to be several small conversations over several years that make parents and kids comfortable with each other so that when and if a big topic or issue pops up, the scene is set for loving and supportive communication.

I am excited to be working on a similar program at the hospital where I work. I want to develope a program for girls to attend with their mom/grandmas.  I believe that knowledge is power. Girls (and boys of course, though I know nothing about them and frankly they scare me sometimes!) armed with the knowledge that they are healthy and normal are going to make better decisions. I hope they will delay having sex, will feel better about themselves and not take abuse, have open communication with parents.  I feel that the current programs that are in place for this age group are very lacking in that they do not encourage communication with family and when it comes down to it the family is responsible for passing on their values and those values are what is going to form the child. If you are secretive about bodies with no communication your child will most likely have a lot of unanswered questions or obtain incorrect answers from other sources, this may lead to very bad choices.

At the end of the program the evaluations were all positive, I had one mom who wished I hadn’t talked so much about menstruation, but others were asking for more. They want a class on sex, a 16-year-old was asking good questions about  her cycle.  Kids want to know, they just need a trusting place to ask. Hopefully that place is at home.

To clarify here, there was no talk about sex or birth control.  Girl Scouts don’t go there as they are about empowering girls through fun and educational  program activities and building self-esteem.  This program was simply about feeling good about yourself and knowing the changes that happen to our bodies are normal.  The moms who stayed really loved it and learned things they needed to know about helping their daughters prepare for what is to come.

All of this said.  Only one of my own daughters came and she admitted it was just for the great goodie bag (several places and people donated beauty and hygiene items).  The older two helped me put together the packets and said that they had seen it all. I am mom. They don’t want to watch me talk about boobs and pads to other kids. I get that. Frustration was felt, but I get that.  My baby at age seven is not ready for a class like this and I am happy about that. I want kids to be kids as long as they can.

Just today my almost ten-year-old was asking why her butt was so big when she was only a kid.  My answer was truthful. “Your butt isn’t big, it’s a woman’s butt.  Your body is going on 16 while your mind is about 8 or 9.  One day your mind and body will even out, but until then the process can be trying.”  No easy answers, but compassion and understanding and hopefully we will get through this one-day!

 

I must tell you that the knee-jerk reaction I have when I think of my kids joining social media is no, absolutely not, never and lets just not even go there.  Why do I feel this way?  Well, it is just one more thing to monitor for one, and I just don’t need anything else to my list to check on.  My daughters also see their friends five days a week if not more, so  they are not lacking socialization.

My oldest daughter, Meg, does think it is somwhere she needs to go. Hmm. Now I have to do that parenting thing and not the dictatorship thing that comes to naturally and makes my life that much more easy.  Meg will be the magic 13 this October and is already being strategic about getting onto Facebook as 13 is the legal age to have a Facebook account.  I will repeat, Facebook allows you to have an account when you are 13. I repeated that because many parents don’t know this or don’t care about this rule.  I recently learned that everyday Facebook kicks off around 100,000 underage kids.  It irritates me that parents allow and encourage their kids to break the rules.  Go ahead, teach your kids that rules don’t apply to them, we need more entitled kids in this world (sarcasm).

I have noticed that many of Meg’s friends are on Facebook (underage) and even have open to the public accounts. Not even the basics of safety have been undertaken.  That scares me.  Are we just ignorant as a society or in total denial that bad things can happen to our children?

Okay, back to my own house. I know  my kids will be exposed to social media at some point,  Actually they are already on Yoursphere network.  I love Yoursphere and have tried to get Meg’s friends on it so they can talk and be social online together in a safe place, but it didn’t take. The kids were already on Facebook.  I even recommended it to the middle school principle and PTO as a fundraiser and a solution to the social media problem at the school.  No go.  This at a school that at the orientation spent the majority of the time talking about “mean girls” and social media problems that they were having with behavior.

At a recent Girl Scout event they offered a Hip Pop session for parents/leaders covering social media basics.  The one thing I really took away is that we want our kids to be innovators of social media/computer not just consumers.  Meaning we want our kids to learn and create things not just stare at a screen. He suggested that we get our kids blogging, making movies, even writing apps.  I was pleased that Meg already fits in this category with her blog.

To sum up this all over the place post, I am working towards a plan to raise media savy kids who are productive in our techy climate.  I will share my plans and ask many questions on this quest.

I have a headache already. Why can’t they just stay little and be happy with a few places?

 

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If you have yet to live with a twelve-year old, please read the following post carefully.  It could save your life or at the very least an unpleasant outburst of emotions, from you and the child you used to be able to tease.

Rule #1  Never look them directly in the eye when you know they are grumpy/psychotic.  The glare from them can freeze you on contact.

Rule #2  When you are aware of said grumpiness, say as little as possible. Don’t try to fix it or make a suggestion. When needed to inform them of something important, make it very informal and indirect (while not looking at them)  for example:  “Lunch box is on the table.” Is much better than “Sweetie, I put your lunch box on the table by your backpack. Please don’t forget it.”  That last statement may just make them leave their lunch box on purpose.

Rule #3 When later that day your twelve-year-old is happy, humming and the sweet child you remember DO NOT ASK THEM WHAT WAS WRONG EARLIER!  They will revert back to grumpy. Just be happy that they are happy and get some hugs in while you can!

Rule #4  The rules change day by day and sometimes hour by hour. Do your best and remember that someday they will enjoy your company, help and support.  At least I have been told this. I hope they just weren’t saying it to give me hope…..

 

 

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Most people know that when girls hit the age of eight or so they seem to grow outward a bit, a bit more rounded.  Then poof….they grow several inches and breasts, hips get rounded and they become little ladies rather than staying little kids.  These are normal changes for girls, yet we as parents/adults don’t treat them as normal.

We seem to giggle at the pudginess, get exasperated with buying more clothes, talk about how they are growing up too fast - like it is a bad thing.  Or sometimes we don’t say anything about it at all, which can be worse.

What we should do and often don’t do, is tell the girls that this is normal.  During puberty girls can gain thirty to fifty pounds.  Their bodies are getting ready for a change and our body fat needs to increase to hold the estrogen needed.  This is a lot of weight in a relatively short period of time.  It is hard for us as parents to watch our girls growing up, but it is even more difficult for the girls themselves to live through.

So how can we help our daughters, and ourselves, during this time of growth and transition?  Words.  Simple words starting when you start to see changes in them, or even before if it comes up in conversation.

“I am in such awe of how beautiful you are becoming.”

“You are growing up, it is a pleasure to watch you become a young lady.”

“That shirt looks nice on you.  Maybe we should get a bra to wear under it, for a smoother appearance.  What a lady you are becoming.”

“Let’s try another size, you are blossoming!” (Seriously, this line made one of girls smile with pleasure- she loved that I had noticed.)

I am being honest, saying these things are helpful, they may just not seem like it.  Remember, the girls will roll their eyes and say things like “You have to say that you are my mom.”  Conversation and loving support is always a good thing. Getting Dads to be supportive is a wonderful thing to do as well.  They don’t have to talk about bras, but hugs and complements from their father can mean a lot to a young girl.

There are still going to be moments of tears, it is a good chance they will talk about dieting, not liking how they look and of hating themselves.  We have to be the voice of reason.  Remind them to look around at school, notice the other girls and how they are changing to.  Remind them that this is a normal, natural development, but that everyone grows differently and at their own pace.  I will give you a link to a great book I reviewed last year about girls and their body image.

And be prepared to spend a bundle on clothes, they will grow out of their pants overnight!

 

 

 

Watching the girls grow up is downright amazing.  I’ve said in the past that when they are small you are so exhausted and tired of saying “no”, of doing the diaper thing, the potty training thing, the sharing thing that you tend to not pay attention or appreciate fully the gains. You are just  happy to be through them.

As they get older and the achievements are more out of the hygiene realm, watching them grow, learn and become who they are meant to become is nothing less than miraculous.  I have found that every morning they come out of their rooms one step closer to adulthood and it makes me want a pause button in some ways and an applause button in other ways.

Where did Meg, long-legs Meg, get her confidence?  Both Hubby and I didn’t have great self-confidence growing up, yet she is strong, solid and humble in her self.  I’ve had teachers and other adults tell me how kind she is and how she isn’t a braggart in her accomplishments.

Mita. My dear Mita has blossomed into a young woman (seriously, have you seen her?!). She is quiet and works so hard. She is reading up a storm and is a straight A student. Straight A’s for a child who four years ago knew no English!   Her room is her castle and she loves to clean it and take pride in her appearance. The outfits she puts together dazzle and are stunning. How does she make sweats look glamorous?!  Her heart. Her heart has had more sorrow than many have had in a lifetime, and yet she is healing.  She gives me spontaneous hugs and I love yous. She calls me Mommy sometimes.  I love to just stare at her. She doesn’t like that so much though!

Enu. Enu is the child who is teaching me patience and perseverance.   She is growing by leaps and bound physically and emotionally.  She is finding herself slowly, but it is happening. She is great with young kids and as of right now she is helping me watch my niece. She will be a great babysitter in just a few years. Her smile is contagious, and she really is quite funny.  It will be great to watch her harness her energy in the years to come.

Elle.  Elle is my elfin fairy for sure.  She is now seven and  I look at what Meg was like at seven and they are so different yet alike.  Elle is becoming very funny, almost a dry sense of humor in some ways. Her comebacks make Hubby and I look at each other and smile. She can take care of herself  just fine in a pack of four sisters!  She still plays with toys, which makes me sooooo  happy.  For Christmas she got an iPod and a Lalaloopsy doll and she will walk around playing with both at the same time.  She still cuddles which makes me think she will always be a cuddler! Yeah!  My baby reads. My. Baby. Reads.

Watching my girls grow is truly a pure delight.  I am overwhelmed with how fast everything is going. Meg is talking about college (of course she has always talked about college, but now I picture it happening!).  Hubby and I find ourselves talking about a third car for the girls to share.

I know that talking about your kids growing up is a well-worn topic. I’ve heard for years how it goes by quickly.  It makes me ache that this is so true but at the same time I love, love, love watching them learn, grow and burst into the world.  If I have anything to do with how wonderful these children are it is my greatest honor in life.  My work is done, everything else is a bonus.

 

Way back in September I reviewed the DVD Monte Carlo.   A fun movie that my girl love and still put on to watch.  I thought I would remind you all that this DVD would make a great stocking stuffer for a tween girl in your life.

Directed by Nicole Kidman and staring Selena Gomez Monte Carlo is fun and age appropriate for those who are not yet teenagers but like to act as if they are (all my girls at this point!).

I want to thank Twentieth Century Fox Home Entertainment for giving me a copy of this movie last September and for giving a new copy away to my local Secret Santa program!  I believe in the power of giving and am thankful for all that I have from the little things to the big things.  I encourage everyone to find a local organization and give what you can, even if it doesn’t seem like a lot.  Every bit helps!

Follow Twentieth Century Fox Home Entertainment on Twitter @FoxHomeEnt for more info on great DVDs!

 

I was at the gyno’s today trying to figure out the date of my last period.  I used to be so on the ball with things like that, but don’t worry about it much now since I don’t worry about being pregnant.  While  I was looking at the calendar I could tell you my daughters’ cycles better than my own.

It is a weird thing having maturing daughters.  Not bad, just weird.  I am rather matter of fact with body functions (see my RN credentials) and thus have passed this on to my girls a bit. It seems all they talk about at times are boobs and pads and it hits me that I am in a different time of life now. The baby-toddler-preschooler-first day of school phase is over for me. My baby (almost 7) was chopping carrots for dinner tonight. I’m concentrating on periods, bras and acne rather than sippy cups and Cheerios.

I have to adjust to this new parenting phase and stop hovering. I should do more talking and share more about my experiences rather than just giving orders. It’s hard. Hard for me and hard for the kids to be growing. I feel my control slipping and I don’t like that feeling.

The struggle I deal with is that I am so afraid I will mess it all up. There is no do-overs in parenting and that is why my normally easy-going personality hit the road when I became mom.

Hubby is handling this “the girls are growing up” well.  Better than I am actually. He’s an amazing dad. I would have died to talk to my dad about periods and my girls know they can go to him if they need something or are having a hard time.  He takes it all in stride, which cannot be easy sometimes. He grew up with four brothers and now has four daughters. Life is funny that way.

Have you hit a different place in the parenting timeline that has been a struggle?  Are you dreading your child hitting puberty or looking forward to watching them grow? Any words of advice are always appreciated!

 

 

 

 

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My kids are very happy with this blogging thing right now! I was sent an advance copy of Monte Carlo by Twentieth Century Fox Home Entertainment to review.  This is the movie that I never got around to taking the kids to the theater to see early last summer and they have not let me forget it since!

Starring Selena Gomez (Wizards of Waverly Place, Beezus and Ramona),   Emma (Katie Cassidy, “Melrose Place”), and stepsister Meg (Leighton Meester, “Gossip Girl”).  Monte Carlo is perfect for the tween scene.  Selena Gomez is also a popular singer. I took the girls last November to watch her perform in Columbus and they adore her. She is also pretty age-appropriate for younger fans (so far anyway).

The main story line is a familiar one, but it is one that works.  Selena’s character, Grace,  is mistaken for a famous English heiress, and she along with her two friends live the life of wealth for a few days. Along the way there is fun, love, arguments, grief and ultimately learning to be yourself.

If you have a daughter the between the ages of 9 and 12 chances are this movie is for them.  There is a bit of lovey-dovey-kissy scene or two but they are nothing new and tame. My older three girls (ages 12, 11 and 9) loved it. The seven year old wandered in and out of the movie a few times, but did say she liked how it ended.  I liked how it shows a little bit of the world and overall the moral of the story was honestly and loving who you are.

MONTE CARLO arrives on Blu-ray and DVD on October 18th and is produced by Academy Award®-winner Nicole Kidman.

(Disclosure:  I received a free copy of this movie from @FoxHomeEnt in exchange for an honest review. No other compensation was received.)

 

I wish it would stay as simple as push me mom!

As I mentioned a few weeks ago, I am trying to blog a bit more about raising my girls into the teen years.  One theme that continues to bubbling in the house is age.  The kids think that once they reach a certain age they will get certain privileges or if a sister got to do something when she was 10 then I will get to do the same thing at age 10.

I have a feeling that this is a common theme for most of us and in the average family setting an age to date, drive, go on a work trip with daddy  may work. For our family it does not.  Parenting four very different girls, two with a traumatized past, throw in a flux of birth order and twinning and whammo: I cannot do the normal.  It doesn’t matter if Meg got to golf when she was 8 and Enu had to wait until 9.  Turning 16 does not mean you will get your license.  Show me you are responsible and then we will talk.

So what are our buzz words?  Maturity and Responsibility.   You may also hear some Follow-through or accountability come out of our mouths. So how are we measuring maturity?  Behavior towards adults, ability to follow through a chore or assignment, completing commitments and a show of sound judgement.  Kids if you are reading let me explain sound judgement.  If you break a dish and leave the glass without telling me about it, you are not showing sound judgement. Sound judgement means you do not run away from something, but face it head on and know when to call an adult.  It’s okay not to know everything. Asking for help shows us you are learning to be responsible, not asking for help when you need it is a sign that you have some issues still.

Rolling your eyes, talking back, mumbling meanness under your breath does not bode well for getting more privileges in this house.

One of my biggest pet peeves is blaming others and not taking responsibility for ones-self.  I sometimes feel I am to hard on the girls. Then I go out into the world and realize that I wish others were as hard as I was.  There is nothing worse than having a problem, reporting that problem and having the clerk/manager/owner do nothing but blame someone else.

This way of parenting brings out a  lot of  “That is not fair!” statements.  It is tricky and heartbreaking to say no sometimes, but parenting isn’t easy and sometimes you have to say no, you are not ready for this yet.  Will I have to tell that to a 16 year old wanting her license? I hope not, but I will if I have to.  Will my child have a cell phone just because everyone else in her class got one in the fifth grade? Not if she cannot control her impulses and doesn’t demonstrate good phone manners, not to mention that our girls have no need for a cell phone at this time.

Show me. Prove to me you can handle it and I will gladly give you what you want.   I don’t want to hold you back, I want to make sure you can fly baby girls! Fly and be ready to do the amazing things you are going to do for the world.

Do you have age milestones in your family? How does this work for you.  What are your buzz words for teaching your kids to become responsible adults?  Do you think my having older adopted kids mixed with some home-grown ones complicates things or is this universally difficult?!

 

This post will be 2G2B4G, I promise!

Yes, we have another topic to cover in order to parent our kids correctly.  Not only are we having to talk about sex, alcohol and drugs, but we must talk about sexting and texting while driving.  The check list just keeps getting longer. The good news is that we no longer have to talk to our kids about pulling out the ribbons on cassette tapes or wasting film by opening up the backs of camera.

Let’s look at some statistics shall we:

  •  45% of teens admit to texting and driving but only 4 percent of parents believe their teens have ever texted while driving. (LG Stats)
  • Drivers who type or read text messages contribute to at least 100,000 crashes each year, leading to thousands of preventable deaths. (FocusDriven.org)

Numbers don’t lie and we mustn’t lie to ourselves.   Our kids learn best by example. We have to make sure we are not texting while driving and using our cell phones carefully when we are behind the wheel.  We can tell them a million times not to text and drive, but if they see us do it: Our words don’t mean anything!

In San Diego , MomOutnumbered and I got to go to a fun cocktail party hosted by LG with spokesperson Jane Lynch.  On top of being a party with amazing food and drinks, we got the 411 (do kids still say that?) on texting and driving as well as what some of the letters that our kids use frequently mean.  4COL I learned a lot.  The LG site  is not only a great resource on texting and driving but it goes into sexting, bullying and also on how we as parents can use the texting technology to help us in our parenting. It is an easy site to navigate and is worth a few minutes to read I promise!

MomOutnumbered

On a personal note: Jane autographed a picture for Mita and read the letter Mita had written her and given to me to give to Jane. (Mita is in love with Jane, I don’t know why, I don’t let her watch Glee  (story lines are a bit racey for an eleven year old) but Mita is celebrity obsessed so…) Mita is head over heels happy and I thank Jane for being so kind, I almost WMPL I was so happy.

So, tell the truth. Do you still text and drive?  Have your kids called me on it?  Mita has insisted she saw me do it once, I don’t remember honestly, but never again!

2G2B4G = To good to be forgotten

4COL = For crying out loud

WMPL = Wet my pants laughing

 

(Disclosure:  I was not asked to write about LG or this event, but the subject matter is important for all of us and I was happy to share what I had learned. I did not receive any compensation for this post, but the party really did have great coconut shrimp!)

 

 

 

 

One thing that I have been putting off  is writing about the girls growing into teens.  Yes, I know on the calendar my oldest two are put  at eleven and eleven three-quarters (October is coming up fast!) but in reality the teen years are upon us.

Like it or not, my kids are growing up a bit faster than I had to. At age eleven I didn’t comb my hair very often and could care less about clothes.  I hadn’t had a crush on a celebrity yet and it would be three years before I started to obsess about music and all things Johnny Depp.   On the flip side I was not as well-travelled, well-read or outgoing as they are now.  I know that not all change is bad or necessarily good; it is just change.

So I think I will start writing a bit on parenting my girls as they grow.  Starting first with how I am navigating the waters of weight, dieting and appearances with growing girls.

Lately I have been hearing comments from my girls like “My thighs are big” “I’m fat” “If I skip breakfast I won’t gain weight”. These are coming from all four of the girls ages six to eleven.  I have made a conscious effort not to talk like this myself, and while I’m not perfect at it I am sure that most of these comments are stemming from people at school and some bad media that gets by my mommy-standards.

When I go running I talk about being healthy not about losing weight. We try not to say fat and skinny even in jest now.   I had been planning on teaching girls more about serving sizes this summer.  There are always fresh fruit and veggies on the table, I limit the junk food (though it shows up more than I would like somehow.).  I am trying to get it right, though I know that there is no one set way to do it right, especially with four different girls.   Who came up with the phrase get it right anyway…

In pursuit of advice  I read Good Girls don’t Get Fat by Dr. Robyn Silverman.  I have followed her awhile on Twitter and Facebook and really like what I learn from her.  She is also an adoptive mom of two small kiddos.  The book is an excellent read for parents of girls and teachers. It reviews everyday parenting at the dinner table and touches on the subject of bullying in the classroom.

The book is packed with studies, examples and great advice.  Just a few things I took away from the book that make me glad I read it:

1)  When moms say things,girls remember.  Even a poorly worded complement (you look like you lost weight) can effect how a girl feels about weight.  We are all going to say things wrong sometimes without meaning to, but I think I need to pay attention to every word I say about weight and health. I need to make sure that I regularly give praise to the girls about how lovely they are to off-balance the stupid things that sometimes come out.

2) Listen to what the girls are saying and answer with what they need.  Saying “don’t be silly everyone looks different” to a girl when she says “My body looks funny” is not helpful.  We need to say.  Your body is amazing. Your healthy and active and your body will take you to amazing places!

3)What dad’s say and do matter. The cute nick-names of the toddler days like chubby cheeks should be put to rest.  Girls are watching and listening to what dad says. So dads should watch what they say just as much as moms.  If your daughter hears negative comments about plus-size women she is going to process it and possibly take it to heart if she feels she is plus-size as well. 

4. Learn how your girls think and what motivates them. Trash talking does not work as a motivator for most girls.  Girl internalize things, so while telling a boy he runs like a grandma would push him to run faster, a girl may just stop running. 

 Of course the advice above that  I gleaned from Dr. Robyn’s book can be put to topics other than weight.

After finishing the book I decided not to talk about the serving size thing directly with my girls.  I’m just going to dish out the proper serving sizes and be casual about it.  I’m going to go with uplifting words, good examples and a lot of prayer. 

My only real concern about the book was the title. I was afraid the girls would read it and take it literally. I told them that the title was an eye-catching way to get people to pick up the book, and that the book was about making sure girls of all body types feel good about themselves.  I still was tempted to rip off the cover though!

I highly recommend Good Girls Don’t Get Fat to read and if you are local, I’ll lend it to you!

 

 

(Disclosure: I bought the copy of this book and was not asked to review it.)

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