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Childhood Everlasting PDF Print E-mail
Written by Sue Mahar   
Saturday, 05 April 2008
Childhood is a precious time of life. It’s when you learn how to play with others, become strategic, learn compassion, become social, laugh, get hurt and heal. It is real interaction that cannot be compromised by television, the Internet or even virtual worlds. Childhood should be fun, and shared with the world.

On this lovely spring day, although I have a pressing deadline, I spent the day outdoors with my two kids. My nearly seven year old is enrolled in a gardening class at a beautiful arboretum nearby. Today was the first day of class. For the next several months, he is going to cultivate his own garden of carrots, beets, tomatoes and other miracles of the Earth.   He will learn the delicate balance of life through nurturing and dedication. He will dig and compost and tend to 'his' garden along with a dozen other eager children in their gardens. He will learn a few things about the gardening process from a master gardener, and with it, he will learn patience, contrary to the expectations of most modern children. I am hoping this program will help him grow, too, while keeping him forever grounded in character.

ImageWhen we returned home in the early afternoon, we rode bikes, drew with chalk on the sidewalk, blew bubbles and had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with cold milk.  One of the neighborhood kids came over on his bike to recruit my son to play ball on his street, a quiet cul de sac. Seeing my son ride off with such vigor brought a tear of joy to my eye.

My son has had a tough year. At the end of kindergarten, last year, his teacher brought some quirky behavior to my attention. My son had neglected to participate in certain group activities and his class work and homework began to slip. We thought it was behavioral and had been using the 'time out' system as needed. When the teacher called me to say she was concerned that something was going on with him, even he said he was having a hard time and sometimes had pins and needles. It prompted a visit with the doctor, several, in fact. Sadly, we spent most of last summer in doctor offices and hospitals. Beginning with his regular pediatrician, we consulted with a child development specialist and another pediatrician who sent us to a neurologist, who sent us to have an MRI/MRA with sedation. The good news was they couldn't find anything wrong. Everyone concluded my son has above average intelligence, though he is evidently experiencing an emotional development delay.

I observed him closely and noted that he was reluctant to ride a two wheeler, always opting for his little kid bike with training wheels, he threw tantrums easily, he was particular about the texture of his food, was easily distracted, socially a little 'out of tune' and other key signs I was put on alert for.

When he began first grade in the fall, I spoke with the teacher about all we had been trying to figure out. She agreed to monitor him and use a method of positive reinforcement I had suggested. Within a month of the school year, she noticed my son had indeed 'inappropriate' behavior for his age. He refuses to write in his journal, distracts others, refuses to participate in music class, often drops his pencil and has noticeably 'good days and bad days'. She did note, however, that he is an excellent reader, completes his class work (with the exception of journal writing) and is well liked by the other kids.

The teacher called a meeting with myself and a panel of school officials to discuss how she can handle my son's 'special needs' because he evidently responded better to one-on-one learning and that was not possible in a public school classroom of 22 kids and one teacher (her teacher's aid left and was not replaced).  They suggested a psychologist and neurologist visit to determine if my son, in fact, is a 'special needs kid' allowing them to provide special services.

My son was excited that I picked him up from school by noontime, being excused for the remainder of the day. I got him a happy meal for lunch and went to speak with the psychologist the school had suggested. He didn't know where we were going; he was just excited to be excused from school, happy meal in hand. During our talk with the psychologist, my son was fidgety and distracted by construction going on outside the window. The psychologist suggested ADHD, though, he said, he wasn't convinced of it and suggested a follow up. The next day, we visited with the school recommended Neurologist. My son was having an average day, and cooperated in all that was asked of him. To my surprise, he diagnosed my son with Asperger's Syndrome. It hit me like a ton of bricks. That explains it, I thought.

T oday, as we were driving home from the wholesome, sense-enriching gardening class, my son blurted out, "Mama, the other day at school, we had an assembly. They talked about Autism. Did you know autistic kids are super-sensitive? You could touch them, and they would say 'ouch you pinched me'. They have super-sensitive hearing, too". He paused and added, "I'm not autistic. Do we know anybody who is?"

I had not discussed autism with my son prior to today. When he said that, I said, 'I think you're right. You're not autistic'. He had convinced me from that remarkable statement that he might have some quirks, but that I should not be as quick to label him as the school is.

By simply putting away his video game and going out to garden and play on this remarkable spring day, my son may have sealed his fate, shrugging off the tendency to be autistic.  He willingly rode his 'big kid bike' for the first time by himself (its been sitting in the basement since last summer) and had a great time with it. He convinced me that it just may be possible, that by doing all that is indicative of classic childhood, such as riding bikes, playing ball, hop-scotch, blowing bubbles, getting dirty, eating kid-type foods exploring the neighborhood are simply the best childhood developmental tools.  

I think that my son may have been sucked into a vortex of high-pressure marketing from television, the Internet and video games at such an early age that it impeded his childhood development. He's not autistic. He is just a kid that has been missing out on the fundamentals of childhood growth and development. As his parent, I am guilty for letting this happen. I have let him watch more television, Internet and video games than I probably should have.

This week, I attended the 'Virtual World Expo and Conference' in New York. One of the topics was 'Kids and Virtual Worlds'. I listened as leaders of the 'marketing-to-kids' companies spoke about the pros and cons of the virtual world market and kids. I was touched as they mentioned their own kids and the kinds of games they play, but repulsed when I thought of it as a business. I am a realist, and understand business, but there is a strategy of getting kids to buy their products and it angers me.

It angers me because it works.  My kids want everything they see on commercials. They're incessant about it. My son has often declined time to play outside for stagnant activity. It is very concerning. They're asking me for overpackaged crap. Not only is it damaging to their character, it is really bad for the Earth. That kind of stuff should be outlawed.

Today, after denouncing my son's autistic diagnosis, and seeing him burst with renewed interest in his own childhood, I am considering organizing an event throughout my town inviting kids K-12 to meet regularly through out the summer where they play (for free) and compete in classic childhood games with kids their age. I want to begin with a letter of intent, and distribute to schools for kids before the end of the school year. I will offer a list of games with their official rules, such as hop-scotch, shuffle board, jump rope styles and songs, skate boarding, stunt biking, etc. and encourage them to practice throughout the summer. I will need volunteers and sponsors with prizes (with the exception of Nickelodeon, thank you anyway, you marketing demon), if anyone is interested, let me know. This kind of thing may actually change the way we interact with our kids, the way they grow, and, with any luck, it will prolong our kids’ precious childhood, while reliving our own.

   

 
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Walkie Talkies and Lightning Bugs PDF Print E-mail
Written by Sue Mahar   
Sunday, 19 August 2007

All summer long, I lamented over the inability to provide my young children a beach or lake house retreat to fill their childhood with fond seasonal memories. This summer, due to schedules, budget and appointments, we didn't have structured plans to carry the kids through the long months of summer. We just spent a lot of time at home. With all the other neighborhood kids at camp and away on long, wonderful vacations, my kids just got the run of the house and yard. They were given the privilege of using the garden hose, making their own pbj sandwiches, helping with chores and stopping the ice cream truck with the money they made from impromptu lemonade stands. Still, I felt there was too much down-time and not enough excitement around here.Image

One summer night, not long ago, my heavy heart was lifted as my young, humble children discovered one of the many simple summertime joys by chasing lightning bugs and playing with walkie talkies after dark. Although they're still too young to coordinate the 'push-to-talk, release-to-hear' commands, they had a wonderful time, running, giggling and staying up late. It may have been the moon, cool night air, or the general easy feeling from the day, but that evening, I reflected upon my own childhood summer spells. When I was growing up, we did just what they did all summer long. We became deeply connected to our home.

Being home all summer, I struggled to balance my writing obligations, housework, mothering and all that goes with that. But, late this summer, I realized they have created their own memories. They have helped each other grow in mind, spirit and body and became each other's best friend. They proved to me that they have good, creative, inquisitive brains on which to rely for their development and entertainment, not just me nor seasonal outlets. The guilt is lifted from my conscious.

With the concerns of providing an enriching, childhood summer passing with each lingering day, I too, leave this summer season with a fond memory. The memory of my two young boys running joyfully through our yard and listening to them squeal with childhood delight They freely demonstrated the ability to find fun for the sake of fun. It didn't take a summer retreat to create a memory we will talk about well into the cold winter months.

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The Anti 'Birthday Factory' Birthday Party PDF Print E-mail
Written by Sue Mahar   
Thursday, 31 May 2007
Children in modern suburbia are being raised having elaborate birthday parties.  My five year old son receives clusters of professionally done birthday party invitations from his classmates.  Most of the time, I don't personally know the child, or their family, and yet, we always attend, meeting up with the same obliging parents, receiving the same invitations. 
 
We have gone to 'Dinosaur Digs', 'Swim Parties', 'Chuck E Cheese's', Bowling Parties', 'Sports and Games', 'Gymnastics', 'Children Museums', and on and on...and they've all been great! I enjoy taking my kids to these places, I really do. But, when it was my turn to host my son's birthday party I wanted to do something special for my deserving son. I wanted to provide a memorable childhood birthday party for him, to the best of my ability.
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These 'birthday factories' are so mechanical with producing birthday parties that it seems like the simple joys of childhood are getting lost in the meaning. I know that despite how vastly different these 'birthday factories' can be, you will always find food, activity, cake, presents and goodie bags. They charge upwards of $300-400 when all is said an done. That's just a bit much, I think I can do better myself, thank you.

A child will fantasize about their birthday for months in advance. What wonder-ous things they plan; extravagant outings, a long list of guests, endless hours of fun, fun, fun... This is an entitlement as if they were the son of Rockerfeller, all in the name of,  'their birthday'.  Essentially, they want to be spoiled like crazy for the day. I can't say I blame them. I still look forward to...
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Capturing Your Child's Love Of Learning PDF Print E-mail
Written by Sue Mahar   
Thursday, 08 March 2007
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Capturing your child's love for learning at the right stage of their growth is rarely given careful consideration.  Most of us rely on the established curriculum of our trusted, yet somewhat antiquated school systems.  

Considering that children can absorb knowledge at a faster rate when they are younger, shouldn't we give them a richer education when they are most interested in one?

I think that if we have age appropriate lessons in astronomy, physics, math, etiquette, language, science and nature, our children will have a better foundation on which to handle their transition into adolescence and adulthood.

By the time they reach adolescence, a child will begin shifting their focus from books to looks and yet, that is also when most schools step up their expectations academically.  Teens and pre-teens are often faced with the personal choice of keeping up their grades, or their social status. As a result, frustration and failure are common. An adolescent's mind and appearance will change so rapidly, we should probably look more closely at the pressure they are under during their changes. 

Although many kids will come through adolescence just fine, I can't help but wonder if we are missing a huge opportunity to lay a better foundation for them during their primary years.

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Mommy Meltdowns PDF Print E-mail
Written by Sue Mahar   
Thursday, 22 February 2007
Mommy Meltdowns

Although moms possess impressive abilities to manage simultaneous herculean tasks, we sometimes surpass our limits and abilities.  We are at fault, despite our best efforts. When that happens, our blood pressure rises, our tempers flair and we have tantrums much like those of our toddlers. That's what I refer to as a 'mommy meltdown'.
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Such was the case for me earlier this week.

I have long since accepted many tasks that come with the role of 'mother'.  It's not a glorious job, by any means, and yet billions of us willingly and lovingly take on the weighty everyday responsibilities.  

Along with our own lives, our jobs, extended family and miscellaneous grey areas, we are in charge of our families' schedules, education, health and well being, the condition of our homes, the shopping and, very often, the bills.  It is manageable, when it is not overwhelming.
 
This is a similar feeling to having the straw break the proverbial camel's back. You pick up the same mess over and over again,  someone makes a negative comment about their food you prepared, you discover a crayon in the laundry after its too late, the pet has an accident just as you are trying to get out of the house on time, checkout at the store takes longer than your actual shopping time, your toddler (not yet potty trained) wriggles and giggles as you struggle to change him, juice leaks out of a spill proof cup leaving another permanent stain in the middle of the carpet, your kids want to 'help' you with the chores and argue over who gets to do what and much, much more.  Then, somehow you manage to put everything into place, despite the many obstacles, so you take a well deserved break only to have everything undone within hours. (On really bad days, that is also when you have unexpected company and you die with embarrassment over the condition of things) Your system goes into overload and you have a breakdown.

I usually wind up with a sore throat from the hideous scream of frustration I let out.  I can almost feel my head spinning. I have been compared to 'The Hulk' as I wind up my frustrations and release them on anyone within earshot.  In order to save my children from the damaging psychologic impact this may have on them, I give myself a long time out (one minute for every year of age, right?).  They understand what 'time outs' are. I need to take time to calm down.  A long soak in the tub usually helps.  

Once I have calmed down, I get the attention of my family and establish new rules.  Since they have mistaken me for their personal valet, chef, secretary, maid and more, I realize it is ultimately my responsibility to correct them.  They are to have more personal responsibility and I am to enforce that.

Everyone is to put their things away. New projects are not to begin until the last project is put away.  I don't run a restaurant, so food may not be returned to the kitchen and reordered. Good personal hygiene is everyone's responsibility. Homework projects (and work projects) are a priority - lack of planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part.  If I say 'no', 'now', 'later', or even 'maybe' that is my final answer. The rules of the house are mine to create, enforce and change at any time. If Mama isn't happy, no one is happy.  It is in everyone's best interest to uphold the rules.
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So perhaps with each mommy meltdown, new rules are enforced and everyone learns their limits.  There are consequences for exceeding your limits, whether you are the mom or living by the rules of the mom.
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The 'Toy Time Out' System PDF Print E-mail
Written by Sue Mahar   
Thursday, 28 December 2006

Now that Christmas is behind us, exhausted parents may be feeling the post-holiday let down.  For weeks, parents have had the promise of 'presents from Santa' in exchange for good behavior.

After they have duped Santa into all those presents, kids may feel its alright to let their behavioral guard down (especially being off from school this time of year, they tend to be testy). it's up to the parents to uphold, with certain authority, the rules of good behavior.

The joys and realizations of Christmas are a recent memory, so, what is left to motivate kids and keep them in line now that Santa has fulfilled their Christmas wishes?  Fret no more weary parents, for the Crafty Mother has a tried and tested method to share.  

When my five-year-old starts pushing my buttons, I no longer can threaten 'Do you want me to call Santa and put you on the naughty list?' Instead, I now say, for instance, 'Stop teasing your brother or I will start putting your Christmas presents in a 'time out' (dramatic pause) starting with the Hot Wheels.'  I don't go for the ultimate gift, his trains, until I deem it necessary.  I start with the middle of the road and work up, if necessary.Image

Children will guard their prized prized possessions like a mother bear guards her cubs. Sometimes if you threaten a testy child with punishment it is a mild blow to them, but when you are the judge and the jury about to sentence their toys to prison, you may see better results.

The 'Toy Time Out' system is an effective way to maintain parental control (babysitters and Nannies included) while fostering personal responsibility. This is cause and effect.  A child's time out lasts a few minutes.  For certain punishments, that is ineffective.  When that is the case, explain that their presents will be put away in a time out for two days.  Unlike the empty threat that you will 'throw the toys away' in a fit of anger, the 'Toy Time Out' system is real.  These are terms children understand.

Stick to your guns.  If you take their new toy and sentence it to two days in a time out, keep it out of sight for two days.  If they ask you to play with it once things have calmed down, sympathize with them and say, 'I'm sorry, but that toy has been sent to a time out.  You may have it back when time out is over."

You know your child well enough, if you parole the toy early, they will have gained power over the situation. Let them feel the weight of the punishment.  They will want it and can't have it when they want it. 

The Toy Time Out system works dually as a reward system.  When the toys' sentence is done, a day, a week, whenever the sentence is done, you determine the appropriate time in which to return the toy. You can make that child's day by returning his toy to him when he least expects it. You will both feel proud. 

After a while, knowing that you mean business, the mere threat of a 'Toy Time Out' will be enough for a child think twice about their actions.  

It is equally effective on birthday and special occasion gifts.   

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Wile E. Coyote / Mom E. Coyote PDF Print E-mail
Written by Sue Mahar   
Friday, 22 December 2006

I found myself relating to one of the most defining scenes of the classic Roadrunner/Coyote cartoon series…Image

If you'll recall, the coyote is once again engaged in an elaborate plan to capture the elusive Roadrunner.  In this scene, he is in a railroad shack filling bogus carrots with TNT.  As he carefully fills each carrot with a rubber hose, he smugly converses with himself, “Wile E. Coyote, Super Genius” extremely pleased, he continues, “I like the way that sounds!” He echoes, “Wile E. Coyote, Super Genius”.  Meanwhile, the Roadrunner is cleverly moving the shed onto the train tracks to meet a certain doom.

Despite the unrealized success of the coyote, I was gleefully reenacting the famous scene. Just as the coyote must have been certain of his plan, I arrogantly snicker to myself, while filling juice pop wells with organic carrot juice, "Mom E. Coyote, Super Genius!"

I transcend into a dream-like state, “I am ‘Mom E. Coyote…Super Genius’!  I will get that boy to consume vegetables, and he will sheepishly ask for more, and I will allow it, and he will thank me for the treat.  What could be better? ”  

That was the way I was seeing it.  This was the answer to proper nutrition for my finicky five-year-old.  Vegetable Juice Pops! It’s sheer genius!  

Several hours later, my son had done a good deed.  I jumped at the opportunity to reward him with a frozen treat.  

Just as Wile E. Coyote realized his failures, so too did I, Mom E. Coyote, face a certain glitch in my plan.  

Now, imagine the disappointment in both of us when my son realized this was not the sugary reward he had been expecting and I realized my vegetable pop endeavor was dismantling before my eyes.

I asked how he liked his treat, though I had an idea from the grimaced look he wore.  

"I don't like this ice pop.  I want something else" he demanded.

"What's wrong with it?" I asked.

"It's yucky.  I want a real treat, Mom"

I couldn't argue with him as he did deserve a reward as promised for his good deed.  I couldn't let on that I was conducting an experiment so as not to jeopardize future experiments.

I gave him a 'real' treat and went back to the kitchen - a.k.a. the drawing board.  I realized my mistake.  

Success was accomplished, the second time around, by adding apple juice to the mix. 

Live and learn, right?

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Chocolate For Breakfast PDF Print E-mail
Written by Sue Mahar   
Wednesday, 20 December 2006

Using a reward system to encourage children to comply with your demands is extremely effective.  

A Crafty Mother knows how to strike a deal on the spot; put every decision in black and white.  If this, then that; right or wrong, good or bad. 

I’m a mommy version of Monty Hall from “Let’s Make A Deal”.

The 'dangling carrot' is without doubt, the most effective tool a crafty Mother (Parent) can use to achieve results, whatever they may be.  Let them know their reward is within reach. Just know the boundaries of using the method effectively.

I was putting the kids to bed one steamy summer night.  The shades had been drawn and we had stayed in air conditioning all day due to a heat wave.  The kids hadn’t noticed that they were going to bed an hour early.

After going potty, brushing teeth and climbing into bed, the toddler, who had skipped his nap, lay down without much resistance, but the five year old caught on to the early hour and said, “Hey, wait a minute, it’s still light out!”

I was really ready to call it a day.  So, before the five-year old got so far as recruiting his brother out of bed, I whipped out a proverbial dangling carrot from my back pocket and said, “get in bed, stay in bed, and tomorrow,” I paused, “I’ll give you chocolate for breakfast.”  
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You would think the kid had an ‘off switch’.  Immediately, though excited with the thoughts of chocolate, the five-year old complied. He knows I keep my end of a deal, and he’s learned to keep his.  If he wants something badly enough, he’ll do what it takes, and so will I.  Going to bed and staying in bed in exchange for the dangling carrot du jour is a pretty reliable system with us.  

I had my kids in bed, quiet and still an hour before the sun went down.  The sensible, yet crafty, Mother was triumphant, once again!

The Carrot du Jour has ranged from toy trains, to Hot Wheels, to outings, to chocolate for breakfast!  It can be anything, really.  

The chocolate for breakfast, by the way is a slight exaggeration.  It does the job to get them to comply and may suggest sweet dreams, but, by the time they wake up the next morning, they likely forget about the deal, but, when it comes up, I will come through with a Hershey Kiss after a healthy breakfast, for good measure.  

Nothing gets my kids to fall in line more effectively then the promise of chocolate.  Thank you, Mr. Hershey!

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