Posts tagged Mother & Child
One day a year just isn't enough.
May 10th, 2012 | 11:45 PM
I don’t have children yet, so Mother’s Day is still all about celebrating my own special Mom, Carolyn.
Many of my friends have kids, and I love hearing their hilarious stories about what the little scamps get up to in an effort to please Mom on ‘her’ day: Sloppy art projects; sloppier breakfasts in bed; backyard plays and impromptu evening jam sessions on drum kits fashioned from pots and pans.
Of course, I have special memories of doing all of those things myself – even scars on my knuckles from the disastrous time I attempted to make Mom my ‘specialty’ (cheese melted on Portuguese Sweet Bread) in the toaster oven. Mother’s Day reminds me of the wild lilacs that grew along the remote dirt road I grew up on. Every year, my brother and I would sneak out before Mom came downstairs, snipping as many of those fragrant lavender blooms as we could carry. Though this became our annual ritual, Mom never failed to gasp in delight, as though we’d brought her the moon instead of an armful of wildflowers.
She deserved so much more, this woman who was always in the front row at my choir concerts or cheering like a maniac at my soccer games. She cried with me the first time I had my heart broken. She cried with me the day I got engaged.
Now that I’m grown, my relationship with Mom has shifted. It’s become less about trying to please her and more about finding a balance, finding a friend. I want her to be proud of me, and I want her to be proud of herself for raising kids who became loving, conscientious, and ambitious adults.
I still have cooking disasters. All the time, actually. And the first thing I do when I realize I’ve used salt instead of sugar or have added too much milk to the damned mashed potatoes is call Mom. Though I moved 3000 miles away from home, she always picks up the phone, no matter what time it is. She always knows just what to do.
My mother was on my left arm as I walked down the aisle at my wedding, and I imagine she’ll be there in the hospital when I finally do have a child. (Does a hospital waiting room have a front row? If so, I know exactly where she’ll be.) How do you thank someone for that? How do you properly celebrate the unconditional love and support that a person has shown you for your entire life?
I don’t know the answer. But I do know that Mother’s Day has taken on a whole new significance for me, particularly now that I’m the same age my mother was when I was born.
I know that she deserves more than just a day of celebration. All Moms do. After all, you Moms are shaping the lives and perspectives of little people who will one day grow up, as I did, and rely on their foundational values to make good decisions. No pressure.
Thank you, Moms, for all you do, and thank you, Mom, for all you do for me.
Being a mom is a tough job and we love our kids, but sometimes things just get crazy
May 3rd, 2012 | 8:20 AM
Leave it to the little ones to stump us with the most unusual occurrences.
Here’s one story from Grabriela, a Plum District Consultant who lives in Connecticut:
Last Sunday afternoon my 5-year-old, Charlotte, lost her first tooth. She is almost six and has been watching her friends lose teeth all year, waiting eagerly for her turn. That evening, we were getting the girls ready for bed when we suddenly heard screaming, crying and huge commotion. My husband and I ran to where the girls were to see what the problem was. We found both of our girls in a panic and managed to figure out that Charlotte had taken her loose tooth and shoved it up her nose! When we tried to assure Charlotte that there was no reason to be scared. She explained to us that she was not scared, she just needed to know if the tooth fairy would still come!
We looked in her nostril and saw nothing. My husband – who happens to be a doctor – looked up her nostril with an otoscope and then looked at me, bewildered, and said, “I can’t see anything.” I then asked, “So what do we do?” After 6 years of specialty training at some of New York’s top medical centers, and seeing “everything”, he said, “I have no idea. I have never seen anything like this!” Leave it to a 5-year-old to completely stump a seasoned medical professional.
The rest of night involved a number of phone calls consulting other medical professionals. On Monday morning we visited an ENT doctor, who also looked completely dismayed. She looked up Charlotte’s nose with an otoscope and saw nothing. After further exploration, which involved a fiber optic camera and a lot of squirming, it was determined that she must have swallowed it! The ENT doctor made Charlotte agree to never put anything else up her nose, they shook on it and we were on our way.
In the end, Charlotte was no worse for the wear, even when I told her that I would not be retrieving her lost tooth when it finally reappears. In case you are wondering, the tooth fairy did come. She left money and a note stating her disappointment and asking that Charlotte not shove any more teeth in her nose. Lastly, it has occurred to me that this is karma for all of the crazy (and often disgusting) things I did to my parents. What’s a mom to do?
Have you noticed certain traits in one of your kids and not the other? The order they were born in could determine key personality traits.
April 30th, 2012 | 3:50 PM
Kerri R. lives in the San Francisco Bay Area and is the proud mom to three little girls: Clara (6), Sisi (4), and Lenie (2). It is no great coincidence that as a youngest child of five kids herself that she loves working in sales!
Have you ever wondered why a firm “NO” elicits such different responses from your children? In my household, the oldest will promptly behave, the middle will burst in to tears and the youngest will give me her cutest grin and start singing Disney tunes.
There is no doubt that birth order is definitely at play and it powerfully influences who we are, the job we choose, who we marry, and even how we parent. Dr. Kevin Leman, author of The Birth Order Book, provides an in-depth look at the characteristics of first, middle, last, and only children.
Here’s a quick breakdown of the dominant traits of people who are born in this order. Do you think he’s spot on when it comes to your own kids?
- Firstborn children tend to be perfectionists, reliable, well organized, and overall people pleasers. They are our CEO’s, presidents, and are likely to work in a science or engineering field.
- Middle children are the hardest to define as they are influenced from all directions. They may be described as the peacemakers and are very sociable as they look for friends outside the family. They are mentally tough and independent.
- Youngest children, as you may have guessed, tend to love the limelight, and are often described as affectionate, engaging and tenacious. Many salespeople and comedians are youngest children.
- The ‘Lonely Only’ tends to have many traits similar to a firstborn, but with ‘super’ in front of them. They also tend to be creative, comfortable with adults at an early age, and possess strong language skills.
Although we can’t choose the order we’re born in, every child can break out of their birth order stereotype!
Source: The Birth Order Book by Dr. Kevin Leman
Sibling smiles! Kerri and her girls at home.