How I connect with my 5-year-old

Today I want to write about connection. Over the last couple of months, I have been following the 12-week online parenting course created by Dr Laura Markham, of AHAParenting.com. The course, which is now two thirds of the way through, builds on her wonderful book, Peaceful Parents, Happy Kids (for some reason, ‘translated’ as Calm Parents, Happy Kids for the UK market). This has become one of my go-to parenting books, and I often find myself citing from it.

The peaceful parenting philosophy is based on three key concepts: emotional self-regulation (you can’t parent on an empty tank, since you cannot give anything to others if your own tank is empty); connection; and coaching, not controlling. I’m sure I will spend a lot more time in times to come writing about the first and third of these, but today I want to talk about the one that is, to my mind (and to Dr Markham’s too), the most important one of the three: connection.

The idea here is simple: fear is a very poor motivator of good behaviour, and even less, of morals. Children are very unlikely to do as they are told if the only motivator is the threat of punishment. In fact, it is practically impossible to instil a sound moral compass and a good set of values by using mere force. If fear of being caught is the only thing that keeps children from misbehaving, it is easy to see how, as soon as that danger is gone (say, because they are away from us or because they know for sure there is no way we could catch them) they are bound to going back to doing exactly what they want, with no qualms whatsoever. So force and threatened punishment are more likely to teach children how to dodge our surveillance, how to sneak behind our backs in order to get away with whatever it is they want, rather than giving them a sound moral compass. Instead, what does engage children’s cooperation much more effectively is connection. If children feel connected to us (or to anyone else, for that matter), they are much more likely to accept what we tell them, to embrace our values and to do the things that they believe would please us. And, ultimately, what we want to achieve is that, when they are grown up and are faced with a choice between right and wrong, our children choose the right thing not because they are afraid of authority (our own or that of the law), or because they are worried about what others might think: we want them to choose the right thing because they know it is the right thing, because their internal moral compass guides them to it.

My own experience has been most telling. The more connected the Girl feels to me, the smoother our relationship is and the keener she is to cooperate with me. A couple of years ago, when I was going through a difficult time of loss and depression, and she was going through the emotionally explosive toddler years, our connection really suffered, so our interactions were often mutually angry ones: she would (more often than not, deliberately so as to wind me up) do things that I had asked her not to, or she would refuse to do what I asked her to. I would then get frustrated and shout at her, sometimes saying quite hurtful things that came from a place of anger and powerlessness. There were even a few times (and I’m not proud of them!) when I resorted to spanking in an attempt to subdue her. Every control freak (like I certainly was then, and I often tend to be now still) inevitably struggles when coming into contact with another very strong personality that strives to impose its own will: and the Girl is certainly a tough cookie with a lot of will and determination of her own. Our rough edges coming together made each other even rougher, our disconnection was almost clinical, and motherhood was a profoundly exasperating experience all round.

Things are so very different now. I have worked hard to build my connection with her, and our relationship is, most of the time, warm, calm and loving. I have made my limits clear to her and have made the choice to stop raising my voice (as much as possible) and to treat her with respect and understanding. Of course, she still sometimes forgets to stick to the rules (after all, she is only 5, and even she reminds me often that perfection belongs to God alone!). But, most of the time, she stays well within the boundaries because she wants to stay on my good side, she wants us to get on, and she trusts that what I ask her to do is for her own good and for that of our whole family.

Here are a few things that we do to build this connection, and that I believe any parent can do with his or her children:

1. Reading together

imageThis is our special time, and it has always been very meaningful for both of us. When the Boy was a few months old, I decided to protect my special time with the Girl and put him to bed early, so that I could have a bit of one-on-one time with her. He consequently goes to bed at 6:30, and for about 30-45 minutes, the Girl and I read together. First, she reads to me from one of her school books or other similar books of the right level, and I credit this with her very good progress with reading. Then, I read to her. Until recently, Julia Donaldson was a great favourite, and so were a number of other toddler books that we rotated. However, soon after the Girl’s fifth birthday, I felt that she was ready to go to a slightly higher level, so I introduced her to ‘big girl’ books: our first was Roald Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory; then, I read Matilda to her, and some books for younger readers by Jacqueline Wilson (at the moment, we are both very much enjoying Rent a Bridesmaid, her latest book).  I very much hope that, as the Girl grows older and becomes a free reader, we can continue reading to each other regularly, and enjoying books together. I hope this always stays our special thing.

2. Shimagearing milkshakes or hot chocolate (any other favourite treats work here)

The Boy is in nursery one day a week, and I use the afternoons as another bonding time for the Girl and me. When the weather allows, we go to our favourite local coffee shop and have milkshakes together, or if it’s rather cold outside, we come home and make Nutella hot chocolate (one teaspoon of Nutella in about 200ml of milk, warmed up in the microwave for 45 seconds – heaven in a cup!). This is a perfect time to catch up, chat and, often, read together.

 

3. Outings to shows

To date, ever since she was 2, the girl has been to 29 shows: from puppet theatre, to bigger productions with lots of actors, ballets and pantos, around Hertfordshire, in Cambridge and London (including the West End). I usually book way in advance and make sure we have really good seats, and she enjoys them all. Now that she is a bit bigger, she really gets into the stories, crying and laughing along with them. It is a delight to see and share in. And a bonus for me: most of the time we have gone as a family, but at the moment the Boy is too little to be taken to shows, so it is just the Girl and me on most outings, which gives us yet another occasion to bond. I look forward to the day when we can once more go as a family (and we will use the boy as an excuse to go to little kiddy shows like In the Night Garden, the Gruffalo and Room on the Broom), but in the meantime, I’m really enjoying my one-on-one times with her.

4. Playing board games 

Whenever we have a bit of time on our own (such as on the afternoons when the Boy is in nursery, or on a weekend morning when his father is playing with him), the Girl and I play board games together. I’m not a very outdoorsy person at the best of times (unless the weather is really lovely, which in this country it rarely is the case, and this year seems even worse than usual), and I’m not that great with going to the park or soft play centres, but I do like board games. I remember, growing up, how badly I wanted my mum to play board games with me, and how much of a treat it was on the rare occasions when she did – usually, she was far too tired from her long work days to have the patience to do that with me. So, in a way, I’m making up for what I didn’t have myself by playing with the Girl, but she really enjoys the attention and it gives us another opportunity to connect. Our favourite games at the moment are Pop to the Shops and Tell the Time, but we’ve played many other games in our times together.

5. Cards and notelets 

A new addition to my ‘mummy-repertoire’ are the cards and notelets I have started to slip into the Girl’s lunchbox during the holidays. In term time, she has a cooked meal at school, and I think she is too little to have a card in her book bag. But during the holidays, she goes to a holiday club and takes a packed lunch with her. In the last few months, I have started slipping daily cards or notes for her to find alongside her lunch. I only put things like ‘Have a nice day’ or ‘I love you lots’, but she has really taken to them. They tell them that I miss her and think about her and they strengthen our bond even when we aren’t together.

6. And of course, lots and lots of cuddles, kisses and saying ‘I love you’ as often as possible!!

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One day, I look forward to spa days together, urban weekend escapes, restaurant outings to places other than McDonald’s… All, bonding opportunities, opportunities to create memories which will be only ours. One day, when she is grown up and with a family of her own, I hope she will look back at all these times with fondness and joy, and she will be able to say: “My mother was always there for me”. And in the meantime, I will savour every moment when I can be.

 

 

World Book Day and my very own Betty O’Barley

Last year, for World Book Day, the Girl went to school dressed up as her favourite character, Little Red Riding Hood. It was a costume that she had had since her birthday (her 3rd birthday had had a Little Red Riding Hood and the Three Little Pigs theme), and she looked absolutely lovely in it. However, as a newbie parent, I did not anticipate that there would be 2 other little girls dressed the same, nor that I would be in the least bothered by the fact that prizes were given, and that she (predictably enough!) would not get any… All of that came as a bit of a surprise (or even shock), so this year, I decided we would make more of an effort.

I wanted something that would be personal to us, and yet would be original and much less likely to have been chosen by other girls. Back in the autumn, we had gone to see the ‘Scarecrow’s Wedding’ show at the Arts Depot in North Finchley, and we loved it (they go on tour this summer, so it’s well worth going to see it – link here). The show was based on the book by Julia Donaldson, and this has been a great favourite for our story time ever since. So the Betty O’Barley costume seemed just perfect for us.

Luckily for me, I found a pink dress with white polka dots on eBay (incidentally, a brand new ex-label dress from Next). I bought some edging lace, a green neckerchief (try as I might, I couldn’t find a checkered one, so settled for paisley), some white cord and a yellow straw hat (very handy that Easter bonnets are available right now). I already had a knitted red poppy which I had made a couple of years ago for the girl to wear in her hair for Remembrance Sunday, so I sewed this onto the hat. A very dear friend who does patchwork and consequently has lots of random fabric helped me by sewing the two patches (one green, matching the neckerchief, and one yellow, which very handily matched the straw hat), and she also sewed the lace edging along the cuffs and the hem of the skirt. To finish off the outfit, I attached the cord around the cuffs and the midriff, sewing on little loops to hold it in place, and I put on a piece of thin elastic strap to keep the hat on the Girl’s head. On the day, I combed her hair into two plaits (I thought cutting it into the shorter mop that Betty O’Barley has in the illustration would be going a step too far…).

Here is the finished product:

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She really was the most adorable scarecrow I had ever seen, and – to make it all even better – she won third prize for her costume, and she was so happy about that! From my perspective, the best thing about it all was that her costume had been made just for her, with love, that I and my amazingly kind friend had both put in effort because we care about her and wanted her to know that and feel special … but winning is rather nice too! 🙂

New beginnings

Wow! I cannot believe it has been almost 5 months since I last updated my blog. Clearly, motherhood has been more about doing than about writing about it (although, truth be told, I have been doing a lot of thinking and reading about it recently). When I started the blog back in the summer, the plan was to make it a regular thing, and to document my experience of being a mother of two, my struggles with parenting, the big learning curve I feel I am on… There are so many things which have fallen by the wayside because I didn’t write about them when the time was right.

  • For instance, my decision to give up anger for Lent (let’s face it, giving up chocolate is obsolete and unnecessary, and besides, chocolate is much better at helping to feel better than yelling at your kids could ever be!) – and, related to that, my thoughts on the parenting books I have been reading and my decision to become a peaceful parent (cf. this very interesting AHAParenting website, owned by Dr Laura Markham, whom I also follow on Facebook).
  • Or my daily struggles with an ever-more-mobile-and-more-inquisitive baby, the mind-numbing experience that is staying at home with a baby who cannot talk, being locked in just one room with him because any other room in the house is not sufficiently baby-proof (or Boy-proof, rather…).
  • Or my incredibly conversations with my ever-more-intelligent-and-thoughtful little Girl (soon to be 5… where does time fly?!?).

I hope to write about all of these things retrospectively, and I will also attempt to update my blog a lot more regularly. For the moment, I will try to come back here once a week – and saying this will hopefully commit me to being consistent!

Rebuilding bridges

Still watersRecently I had an argument with someone very dear to me in our church. For me, it began as an intellectual argument over a point of principle (whether there is any place at all for Halloween celebrations within the church or, at the very least, within the life of a Christian, and what part these celebrations can and should play within the life of a child). However, it quickly acquired a dimension that went beyond the intellectual and engaged me to the very core, affecting me in more ways than I had anticipated, and which certainly went beyond the intellectual. I was so incensed that I felt I had to make my position clear in writing (see link here). Now, after thinking about it for a long time, I think there was a lot left to be said.

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From working Mummy to baking Mummy

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Last year at this time I was working, while also being pregnant, so my life was made up of endless to-ing and fro-ing, running around from here to there and trying to get from one place to another, doing a million things and worrying I was doing none of them well (so, not much has changed, you might say…). So, when I learned that the Girl would have to take in an offering for the school’s Harvest Festival fare, with the proceedings going to charity, I felt it as an imposition and a cause for hassle.

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Exploring the seaside through the sense of hearing

On Friday, the Girl received her first piece of weekend homework: we were invited to explore the world through the sense of hearing. In order to make the task fun and to record our experiences, we bought her a notebook with blank pages (I love that its title is the Happy book).IMG_77811
In this, I will write down what we have done, and she can draw an illustration to go with each entry (since drawing is her favourite activity). And, as we spent the weekend in Southend with Grandma, we decided to take a walk to the seafront, on a sound hunt inspired by a great blog post I read online
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Five things I have learned about baby weaning

My experience IMG_6253 of weaning the Girl four years ago was a NIGHTMARE. After starting her on solids too early because I was so keen to start, then stopping and starting again when she was six months old, things did not improve much the second time around.  She gained very little weight, was fussy and often unhappy, and I quickly grew despondent and defeated, and hated pretty much every mealtime. In contrast, weaning the Boy has been an ABSOLUTE DREAM: he devours anything I give him, a whole 2 oz of puree at each meal (I was actually worried I was overfeeding him at first, since the books say that babies should only take about 1 oz at the beginning), and if anything, I can shovel food into his mouth fast enough for his liking! Of course, you could tell me that this is the typical difference between a girl and a boy, and my kids do seem to fit the stereotype. The Girl has always been dainty and diddy, on the 25th centile of development, and she has always worn clothes for a younger age than her own because she is so skinny; in contrast, the Boy is chubby, chunky, sturdy, and he has been on the 75th centile since birth. However, I am sure that there is more to it than just stereotypes, particularly when it comes to something so delicate and complex as the weaning process… Here is what I have learned:  Continue reading “Five things I have learned about baby weaning”

On having to be supermum

The other day, a friend of mine called me Supermum, because of all the things that I end up doing. Although I batted away that assessment at first (because I don’t think I am doing anything out of the ordinary, and sometimes I even wonder if I do enough), today has been one of those days when I really want to embrace this label, because it makes me feel better about myself, and it makes this seemingly insurmountable task of motherhood appear a lot more do-able…  Continue reading “On having to be supermum”

Learning to let go, while holding on tight

This week has been a big learning curve for us, in many ways. One important addition to our weekly schedule is that the Girl has started tennis lessons at school. These seemed to be brilliant in themselves. While I was waiting for her to finish, I could see (through the glass doors of the gym) that she was having a whale of a time (and, to my surprise, when her turn came, she was hitting the ball quite accurately with the racket, much unlike her poorly coordinated parents). Moreover, she got to learn alongside girls in years 1 and 2 as well, so she interacted with older girls – another big advantage, and something bound to stretch and improve her social skills. However, from a logistical point of view, the whole exercise soon threatened to become more hassle than one would have thought it worth, and I very quickly got to regret it.  Continue reading “Learning to let go, while holding on tight”

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