I like to think I have some natural gifts that lend themselves to good parenting. I believe I am empathetic, creative, logical and kind, which helps me connect to people in general and my kids in particular. That’s not to say these qualities are always activated when I’m parenting. Perhaps I’m using one or another, or perhaps they’ve all flown out the window in a moment of frustration or exhaustion.
I also happen to have two of the least fickle kids on the planet. Once they decide, They Have Decided. On whatever it is. Maddie’s way of expressing her decisiveness is the simple act of refusing to bend. She has decided not go to to Thanksgiving at Grandma’s, for example, so there is nothing you can say or do, no threat of punishment or offer of reward, that will alter her decision. The answer is no, and that’s that. We can make our whole family insane trying to change her mind, and the likely outcome involves not even a glimmer of hope. There are exceptions, of course. Like when I was trying to potty train a nearly four-year old kid who just wasn’t interested in the process, so I started challenging her to race me to the bathroom. I think it worked twice, and then that was the end of that. Still, I was thrilled with my double victory.
My son’s way is different. He can argue you into a rabid, frenzied froth of frustration. You will never win that argument. You might not lose it either, but as a parent not winning is pretty much the same as losing. I had an early indication of his logic skills when he was a five-year old preschooler. He had shut the door to his room, which was unusual, so I thought I’d better investigate. I soon discovered he was in his closet, door closed. He had to be up to something. “What do you have in there?” I queried. Out stretched a hand holding a box of goldfish crackers. “Why are you hiding those?” I asked. “If you had asked me I would have said yes.” And then something dawned on me. “What else do you have in there?” Out stretched his hand with what turned out to be decoy number two: a box of Teddy Grahams. I repeated my response. I was detecting a pattern. “What ELSE do you have in there?” And there it was, a bag of chocolate chips. And that was NOT okay with me. That evil genius had rolled out his decoys in hopes of avoiding the final discovery. “We’re screwed,” I told my husband. Some years later – maybe he was eight – he effectively asked me a series questions, knowing how I would answer, so that I would actually lead myself to his desired conclusion. I don’t remember the topic, but I do remember realizing what was happening just before he succeeded.
I am reminded of our friend’s mom who early on recognized our challenge with Maddie. “Her stubbornness will serve her well when she’s grown. The hard part is getting from here to there.” Amen, Joan, amen. Same for our son, I’m sure.
So anytime I can talk my kids into anything, I’m surprised and delighted and pretty darn proud of myself.
A couple weeks ago my niece M turned 18. Maddie and M are only nine months apart and truly the best of friends. Our families live about 45 minutes away from each other. M is incredibly busy, so the girls don’t see each other as much as they’d like. So you would think, wouldn’t you, that the upcoming party and sleepover would be unmissable.
As I try to do with Maddie, I had reminded her each day for a few days to prepare her for the event. Late morning the day of the party I sat down on Maddie’s bed and said, “We should leave around three o’clock today.”
And to my surprise she responded, “I have been trying to motivate myself all week, and I just haven’t been able to do it.”
All the months since she graduated high school, I have been avoiding, as much as possible, any situation that involved making Maddie go somewhere. After all those years of morning turmoil, I realized not only did I no longer have the energy to take on that fight, but that the fight was futile anyway. So much wasted effort, so much heart-attack inducing frustration that ultimately had no positive effect—I just couldn’t go back to that. And yet here I was. I could feel the tightness in my chest forming almost immediately. We couldn’t let our sweet M down on her big day. And I really wanted Maddie to enjoy what I was certain would be a good night. What was I going to do?
I pulled myself together enough to say, “I think it’s been about two weeks since you went anywhere. That happens to me too, like when I’m sick for a week and I’ve been at home, it’s just easier to stay home than go anywhere. Eventually I just make myself go somewhere and then it gets easier. It happens to everyone,” I assured her.
She was still unmoved.
“OK,” I said. “Forget about going all the way up to M’s house. Let’s just think of something small to do first. Like maybe we could go to the coffee shop for lunch.” Originally I had required she take a shower, but I realized that was a serious obstacle, so I let that go.
“Is How to Train Your Dragon playing anywhere?“ she asked. A glimmer of hope!
“I’m sure it is!”
So we picked a movie time that allowed us a quick lunch out and would also get us to the party in time. I said, “Just throw your toothbrush and toothpaste in your bag in case we get up to M’s.”
Don’t look at the whole staircase. Just look at the first step.
I’m sure I’d heard that before but it wasn’t until a week or two later that a motivational speaker I was watching used that phrase. I had put it into practice without naming it, and to my amazement and delight, it worked. Just like all the times I folded Maddie’s writing assignment page in half so it didn’t look so scary. “Just do a Maddie-sized essay,” I’d say. Just one small step at a time.
We had our quick lunch (delicious and fun!), drove north to the movie (love those Dragon movies!) and it was an easy and welcome third step to drive further north to see her cousin. She was happy to be there and, as expected, she had a wonderful time.
I patted myself on the back or a job well done. But not because I won a battle. It was because I used one or two of my gifts at the right time to look at my daughter and see what she needed. Just a peek at the first step!
Nailed it.
The Year of Living Hopefully 