Do You Let Your Child Play Outside Alone with Neighborhood Kids?

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We did for the first time this weekend. And it makes me happy…and sad…and a little worried.

On a recent Sunday morning Olivia (age 5) said, “Mama – can I ask you something,” “Sure,” I replied. “Do you think some day I can play with the girls that live next door?”

Playing OutsideI was happily surprised by this question. You see – I wouldn’t say that Olivia is shy but she tends to be pretty reserved about instigating change and typically sticks close with a couple of friends rather than mingle. In fact, I can be the same way and felt as if maybe I wasn’t helping Olivia to make neighborhood friends.

What I didn’t realize was that all those times I saw kids playing in our neighborhood and wishing that Olivia would join in that she was hoping for the same thing. So how was I going to help her navigate this social experience? I recognized this as a big step in her growing independence and I didn’t want to mess it up.

Daddy to the rescue. Fast forward a week to a group of kids playing in the yard across the street. Olivia is playing alone in her room. Daddy calls her down to ask her if she wants to join them. I never saw her run so fast to get her shoes on. Of course she needs a wing man. Since Owen was being fussy Daddy takes this one too and walks her across the street.

I watch from the window. She hides behind daddy. He chats with the kids. She moves closer to the group. He leaves. She stands alone in the driveway. We watch from the window. One of the kids asks her to sit down closer to the other kids. She sits down. The kids get up to play tag. She joins in. They play basketball. She is running and smiling. Mommy is tearing up. Daddy is happy she’s finally outside playing with the neighbors and not watching TV. Success!

She ends up playing for a couple of hours before all the kids disperse for dinner. I have flashbacks to my childhood and countless hours of playing outside with various neighbors. I’m happy but sad – soon my little girl will no longer need me (or daddy) to navigate her friendships and oversee her play.

And it also has me worrying about her going off to play at a “not so near we can look out the window” neighbor’s house. We’ve never let her leave the yard without one of us accompanying her. I know we’ll have to establish rules that go along with this new independence. But she still seems fairly young to play “mostly” unsupervised even in our very safe neighborhood where we know all the families around us.

So how do you do it? Do you let your child play outside alone with neighborhood kids outside your yard? If so, what rules have you set up with your child? Do you constrain them to one child’s house unless being notified? Do you coordinate with the other neighborhood parents about who will be “on watch”? How do you teach your child to respond to an emergency (i.e. injury)?

 

Bake Sale Ban: Good Intentions Gone WAY Too Far

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Will banning bake sales help childhood obesity?

Bake sales trump band trip, at least in Massachusetts

Starting this August, Massachusetts will be instituting a statewide ban against bake sales in all public schools. This, dear Commonwealth, is why the rest of the country makes fun of Massachusetts. The political bug in me only regrets this is not a election year for the Governor. I can just see the campaign ads: the poor 8-year-old oboe player can’t go to national school band competition because they weren’t allowed to sell cupcakes and banana bread to fund the trip. Why? Because some other child failed his BMI test.  It’s insane. I understand there is an obesity epidemic.  I just don’t think bake sales — which happen occasionally — are the problem. Perhaps the state could start by taking a look at school lunch menus instead.  I took a look at the menu at one of Massachusetts’ top elementary schools. Here’s a sampling of some of the lunch menu items: Domino’s Pizza and a chocolate chip cookie; Mac and Cheese with a side of french bread; Hot Dog — at least it’s on a whole wheat bun;  Fiesta Beef Nachos served with tortilla chips, salsa and corn; and my personal favorite — French Toast Sticks, Sausage Patty and Maple Syrup. So, if I have this straight, you can serve a cookie to every child who comes through the lunch line, but you can’t sell them to send the band or the swim team or the debate team or the spelling bee champ on a special trip. The sheer hypocrisy of it all is astounding.  It seems particularly unfair to schools in poorer districts where parents can’t afford to fund these excursion, which may be these children’s only opportunity to spread their wings and show off their hard work and talent. I saw one state official in a TV interview imploring that this was necessary because children need to have healthy choices. That’s funny because I thought having a choice implied that you actually get to choose. I understand the problem of obesity, and I appreciate the intent, but I also think one school committee official put it best when he said, “I respect the state for what they’re trying to do, but I think they’ve gone off the deep end.”

Editor’s Note: Since this post was written, the bake sale ban has been lifted. Clearly Media Mom wasn’t the only one who thought this was a step too far. 

Saying Goodbye to Preschool

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I’m writing this post with tears streaming down my face. Today, my boys said goodbye to their teachers at daycare. We are moving so they will be attending another preschool. We had to give hugs and cards and thank yous to the teachers who have helped me raise my children since they were 3 months old. They were the ones who coached me through transitions to the next age group that happened before I was ready because they knew the boys were. They helped Max learn how to walk and talk well after all the other kids his age were doing it. They worked with his Early Intervention team and navigated food allergies. They survived many, many biting incidents and helped me work through that with Ben (he was the biter!).

It feels raw and the timing is hard. I think if they were finishing out the “school year” it might feel like a more logical transition. Now, I’m grasping for a way to achieve closure. We made cookies for both classes and the children in the class made cards.

Saying goodbye to all the preschool “friends” was just as hard as saying goodbye to the teachers. Some of these kids have been with my boys since the beginning. They’ve learned to navigate the center together and it’s been really fun to see which friends stayed close the whole time and which friends parted ways for other groups with each transition. I know there will be new friends and new teachers at the new center, but somehow, starting at the age of 3 (Max is going to Kindergarten!) just doesn’t seem the same.

I want to thank the teachers, children and families at our center for the love, support, and education you have provided me and my children. You will be missed.

Controversial Time Cover: Our Reaction

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Photo of woman with breast-feeding childEveryone has been buzzing about the controversial cover of this week’s edition of Time Magazine, our mom bloggers included. Here are their thoughts:

From Progressive Mom: As my children get older and I’ve spent more time as a parent, I’m trying harder and harder not to judge other’s parenting decisions because I want the same from them. I didn’t nurse my children by choice, I would never want to co-sleep or carry my child around all the time versus using a stroller. I admire the parents who choose the attachment parenting method and respect them for sticking with it  because to me, if it were me,  I’d be desperate for space and a break from my children. However, how many people who saw the Time magazine cover know that the actual article isn’t just about extending nursing or child led weaning? The article is actually about Dr. Sears and the Attachment Parenting Philosophy. So my reaction to this cover was 1. it made me uncomfortable but 2. once I learned what the article was about, I felt a bit annoyed at Time Magazine. Clearly they chose a sensational cover photo to sell more copies of the magazine and spark conversation or controversy. If there was a photo of Dr. Sears on the cover, or a women with a baby in a sling, I don’t think any of us would be talking about it today. Also, I have to wonder if this is just going to reinforce the thinking of those that feel breastfeeding is “gross.”

From Rookie Mom:  Yesterday, this cover image really made me angry. Not angry about what was displayed but how it was displayed. This awkward and unrealistic depiction of breastfeeding (extended or otherwise) is so contrived to cause shock and create buzz that it made me feel sick. Regardless of how I feel about extended breastfeeding, I hate that this image and the dialogue around it add to the “breastfeeding is gross” attitude. My anger was compounded last night when I attended a family graduation ceremony long enough that Liam needed to be fed in the middle of it. I left the auditorium, found a quiet corner, put on my nursing cover and despite my best efforts at discretion, still received eye rolls and glares from two women walking by.  Thinking about this cover image after that experience just makes me feel tired. I’m tired of news organizations sensationalizing parenting issues to the detriment of all parents. I’m tired of the mixed messages about breastfeeding which now makes it feel like a “damned if you do, damned if you don’t” choice. Some days I feel mom enough and some days I feel far from it but I’m done letting Dr. Sears or Time Magazine or anyone else define that for me.

From Media Mom: Shame on you, Time magazine. That’s how I feel.  And I could hardly care less about seeing a child being breastfed on the cover of a magazine. But Time has just done in spades what too many news outlets across the country are doing these days. No longer satisfied with simply reporting the news, they are intent on becoming the news.  There’s no real journalistic integrity to staging photo of a child – no matter his age – standing on a chair feeding at his mother’s breast. That simply isn’t a reality, and therefore, by definition, it isn’t news. But beyond the photo, it’s the headline that really angers me, both as a media professional and as a mother. It is meant to be equally as provocative as the photo, and yet it doesn’t match the article inside, which is about Dr. Sears and his theories of attachment parenting. Even the inside headline, “The Man Who Remade Motherhood” is really an enormous stretch, but at least it isn’t meant to draw battle lines among parents. The last time I checked, motherhood was not a competitive sport with one right way to win. Parenthood is a journey filled with enough self-doubt, second guessing, impossible decisions, and inevitable compromises that we don’t need a magazine to incite a national debate about what makes one mother more committed than the next. For a “news” magazine to deliberately stage battle stations on its cover with an article on the inside that doesn’t come close to matching the vitriol on the outside discredits the publication and the profession. The Time cover is indecent, not for what it shows, but for what it says about what passes for journalism these days.

What do you think about the cover?

A Keepsake Mother’s Day Activity

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Mother's Day Keepsake ActivityWe did this fun Mother’s Day activity last year. I love to see how Olivia’s (age 5) answers have changed and some that are persistent. My mom will be happy to see her sauce recipe stands the test of time! After she answered the questions, we read through last year’s answers and had a good laugh (I never wear purple!). This one is definitely going in her baby/scrapbook for her to read when she’s older. If you want to do this activity with your own child, I created a Mother’s Day Activity template so you can print it and either you or child can fill it out.

  • My mom ishappy.
  • I really love it when my mom…brings me to ice cream.
  • My mom likes to wear…fancy clothes.
  • My mom always tells me…stories.
  • The best thing she does is…bring me to a swimming pool.
  • It makes her happy when…I give her a kiss. (so true!)
  • My mom loves to relax by…the tv.
  • I like it when she…brings me to fun places.
  • The best thing she cooks is…spaghetti and meatballs.
  • When my mom shops she likes to buy…flowers.
  • My mom’s favorite household chore is…scrubbing the shower.
  • My mom’s favorite TV show is…Top Chef.
  • If she could go on a trip, she would go to…England. (this one came directly from her Pre-Kindergarten class project this week about faraway places – thanks to her teacher for this one – hint-hint daddy!)
  • I love my mom because she loves…Valentines.

Share your answers on our parent community board – Fun Mother’s Day Activity.

Using Your Imagination

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I’m going to make a confession here. I don’t actually like playing with my kids. I’m not very imaginative. I always follow a recipe when cooking. I need step by step directions for crafts or home improvement projects. I’m fine reading books, doing puzzles or playing catch, but creating roads or train tracks is just not something I like to do. I think it’s because I like finite tasks, things with a beginning and an end. I think it’s because I’m afraid to make mistakes.

That coupled with articles like this about children needing more free play time make me realize how little my children actually play on their own. When we sit on the driveway with sidewalk chalk, they always ask the adult to do the drawing. When they go outside, they rarely pick up natural materials and create or pretend. They always need someone or something to play with. I have visions of the two boys running around outside building things out of sticks or exploring a backyard “forest”. I hope they can begin to spend weekends asking to build forts or dig holes instead of watching TV. I hope that instead of going to the playground they can find things to do in their own back yard.

I do think a good balance of doing things with mom and dad and doing things on their own is necessary, but now that the weather is warmer and they’ll be outside more, I’m going to do my best to encourage them to explore the great outdoors…or use their imaginations to create the great outdoors indoors when necessary. Speaking of doing things on their own, check out the fantastic arcade this boy Caine created out of cardboard boxes!

Mother’s Day – A Girl Can Dream

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Each year, when Mother’s Day approaches, I am hopeful for a day that is all about me, an ENTIRE day.  But alas, there are other mothers and loved ones in my life that need to be considered too.  A girl can dream though and here’s my dream day…

  • Sleeping in until I wake up totally on my own, with not one second of interruption from my dog or kids. However, unless my kids and dog sleep in a different house, this would be a miracle (and frankly, I wouldn’t like them to sleep anywhere else so not getting this bit is kind of my fault).
  • Breakfast in bed.  Maybe if you’re a mom who has had breakfast in bed before, you are thinking, this is not as glamorous as it sounds.  But for me, the key is not just getting the breakfast but not having to cook breakfast for anyone else that day!  Plus, I’ve never had breakfast in bed so perhaps it could be fun, especially if my kids were adorably well behaved and snuggled next to me (and said dog wasn’t begging for food).
  • A massage, a very LONG massage followed by an afternoon lounging guiltlessly in a robe.  I’m a massage junkie so I typically get one of these on Mother’s Day or that weekend but because I have other family obligations I don’t get to relish in it.  As soon as the massage is over, I’m packing up to head home and get ready for other extended family activities.
  • Lunch with my favorite girls.  It could be my best friend, my sisters, my oldest and dearest friend… it could be all of them if miracles happened. I just want a nice lunch where I can catch up, drink bubbly water with lemon in it and feel unrushed.
  • Some time with my kids BUT only if they are in the sweetest, happiest moods.  No fighting with each other, yelling or demanding I do things.  No complaining, leaving toys under my feet or having tantrums.  Just being happy, laid back kids!  (You know, sort of what you thought your kids would be like before you had them).
  • Dinner would be a leisurely meal at a fondue restaurant (that doesn’t mind my kids being present).  And again, my kids would act like angels savoring every bite as much as I did.
  • The day would be concluded with a nice glass of wine and a warm Jacuzzi bath before slipping into another long deep, uninterrupted sleep.

The reality is I’ll be woken up at 6:30 by my son, followed by my daughter and then my frustrated dog who was woken up by the kids.  My husband will probably take them downstairs until about 8:00 when they won’t be able to stay away from me any longer and will want me to make breakfast.  I will probably get that long massage, but will then need to rush home to get everyone ready for my niece’s lacrosse game before finally heading off to my in-laws for dinner.  My kids will probably behave most of the day since they will be around their cousins for a good portion of it so the day will overall be a success.   Just not a girl’s complete dream…

What would your dream Mother’s Day look like?

Binkies & Breastfeeding

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Before Liam was born I tried to build up an arsenal of breastfeeding information and supplies to make the difficult first few days and weeks a little easier. One thing that every expert insisted was that under NO circumstances was I to introduce a binky/pacifier while Liam was a newborn. He will experience nipple confusion! He will lose the will to nurse! You’ll miss his nursing cues! All these warnings seems excessive but they were enough to convince me that no binkie would every cross my newborn baby’s lips.

Cut to the first week home from the hospital and I was singing a slightly different tune. Liam was (and still is) a VERY eager nurser. I’m fairly certain the boy would stay latched 24 hours a day if given the option. While I counted myself lucky that he had no trouble latching and was growing and gaining weight at a prodigious pace, my incredibly sore nipples just couldn’t take the constant desire he had to nurse. I talked to my pediatrician and she said we could try a binkie to help deal with his urge to suck between feedings. We introduced it and it made a huge difference. He went to sleep easier and began eating on a more normal newborn feeding schedule. He never for a second lost interest in breastfeeding like I had been warned.

liam at 1 month: fan of binkies & the Red Sox

Now I know that every baby is different and just because it worked for us doesn’t mean it will work for everyone but it always kind of irked me that the breastfeeding experts seemed so unilaterally anti-binkie when for me (and for many other women I assumed) the binkie ended up helping me breastfeed. I was happy to read a study last week that found that pacifiers don’t discourage breastfeeding like I had been warned. Hopefully research like this will help balance the advice given to expectant and new moms so they can make the binkie decision based on their particular baby and situation.

Anyone else have good/bad experience with a binkie?

Friday Links 5/4/12

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From Nourish Mom:   I would classify myself as a mediocre backyard vegetable and herb gardener. I like to plant, putter around, and reap the edible rewards. But as a working mom I rarely find the time to tend to the garden every day resulting in various levels of success each year. That’s why I love when I stumble upon tried and true tips such as this one – Ten Mistakes New Herb Gardeners Make (and How to Avoid Them!). I admit that I’ve made most of these as recent as last growing season. Now I know – thanks The Skinny Gourmet!

Thanks to everyone who participated in our Rocking Earth Day! Check out the entries that received the most likes here and the raffle winners here.

Stopping “I Can’t”

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My kids have been whining lately…a lot. I know I’m distracted. We’re in the process of buying and selling a house. They’ve been watching a lot more TV than I’m comfortable with because lots of their toys are packed away so I’m sure they’re bored and craving attention from mom and dad. But mornings have been brutal and for some reason they’ve lost all of their self-help skills. We’re hearing “I can’t” a lot.

I subscribe to the school of thought that the messages we tell ourselves each day shape us. So I cannot stand when they say ” I can’t” all the time. A typical exchange in our house goes something like this:

Me: After breakfast, please take off your pjs so you can get dressed.
Them: I don’t want to.
Me: It’s time to get ready for school. Please take off your pajama pants.
Them: I caaaaaaaaaaaan’t.
Me: You can, you’ve done it before. You just don’t want to.
Them: No! I caaaaaaaan’t. [Insert crying, screaming and whole body on the floor tantrum here]

Sometimes there are actually things they need help with. When they say “I can’t” to those things, I encourage them to say “I need help please.” But most of the time, it’s things that they fought me to do on their own the previous week or even the previous day. I’m finding this phase to be really frustrating and would like it to end quickly. So help a fellow mom out. What can I do?

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