Tuesday, November 25, 2014

10 Ways to Create a Haven of Trust

Within the walls of our home, we have the opportunity to create a foundation that prepares our kids to engage with the world around them.  In my work with children and families, I’ve found ten elements to creating a haven of trust and fostering a lasting relationship with your kids.
You know your child feels loved, but a great question to ask yourself is, “Does my child feel heard?”  Whether your child is an introvert, extrovert, verbal processor, or quietly calculated, they need to know they are heard and that their thoughts are valued.
Most of us agree that we believe it’s extremely important for our children to have a voice, but many of us have not done the best job of creating space for them to be heard.  It’s okay!  It is a learning process and one that I promise has lasting rewards!

1. Become your child’s first point of contact.  The truth of the matter is that if your children don’t feel comfortable talking to you, or if you don’t have the time to talk to them, they will find someone else who will listen.  It’s a gamble.  They might find a great mentor in a teacher or another parent, or they might turn to media and other kids.  The cost of turning the radio down and having conversation in the car is pretty low in comparison to the devastating influence a negative mentor can have on your child’s life.

2.  Model hard conversations, spoken with respect.  Show your kids it’s okay to engage conflict and that it is much healthier and productive than sweeping angry feelings under the rug where they will boil and fester and turn into bitterness, resentment, etc.  Model respectful conversations filled with “I Statements” and a desire to understand the other party.  When things don’t go as you hope, allow your kids to see you process your thoughts and emotions.  In this, you become human and show them that all emotion is okay, but what action we decide to take with that emotion can be positive or negative.  Somehow, allowing your kids to see that you have emotions, gives them the safety to express their own emotions to you.  When they see you respectfully handle conflict, it gives them the green light to come to you with tough information when the need arises.  The groundwork you do in this area when your children are young (Don’t worry if they are older, you can start now.) will serve your relationship in immeasurable ways as they grow older.

3. Don’t discipline the processing of thought; discipline inappropriate actions.  If a child comes to you on their own accord to admit a problem or process an inappropriate choice, try to hold your tongue and listen.  It is so tempting to jump in and fix the problem or react to horrible news, but give them the space to talk!  It took a lot of courage for them to admit their mistake to you.  Give them the space to share their thoughts and emotions without judgment.  As you foster the haven of trust, you garner their listening as you later process the ramifications of their inappropriate actions.  Consider these circumstances teachable moments rather than guilty parties in a courtroom awaiting sentencing.

4. Talk less, listen more.  We’ve heard it a million times, but do we actually do it? That’s all I’m going to say about that!

5.  Demand respect among siblings.  Unfortunately, as a parent, sometimes you have to play the role of mediator, and it is crucial that you demand respectful talk from your children – to each other.  Not only are you setting the tone for your home, but you are training them to be people that handle conflict and treat others with dignity in the real world.  You are also setting the tone for what their relationships will look like as adult children.

6. If they witness Mom and Dad fight, let them witness reconciliation.  I’ve heard people say to never let your kids see you fight.  Now, whereas I don’t think you should fight in front of your kids if you can help it, let’s be honest, your kids live with you, you’re not perfect and sometimes your spouse is going to raise your blood pressure!  If your kids witness a fight, or even unkind tone/words between you and your spouse, let them see the reconciliation, as appropriate.  Oftentimes, we feel guilty if our kids see us lose our cool, we reconcile in private, and the next time they see us, everything is back to normal.  This gives them a faulty perspective of healthy communication in close relationships.  If kids don’t get to witness reconciliation, they often struggle with conflict in their close relationships down the road in one of two ways:

a.      Avoiding conflict altogether due to fear of failure and lack of a framework for healthy reconciliation
b.      Having unrealistic expectations that things will “just work out” without engaging in any communication (If your kids see you fight and then the next day you’re fine, they don’t know what happened in the middle and can assume nothing required fixing.)

77.   Exhibit grace over legalism (No question is a dumb question).  If you want your kids to come to you when they’ve made a mistake or even when they have a tough question, you must choose your love for your child over your expectations.  This doesn’t mean that you don’t have a standard of excellence for your family, but it does mean if you have drilled your rules into your kids without exhibiting much grace, there’s a pretty good guarantee they won’t come to you when they’ve messed up.  Let’s be honest, when we know we’ve made a mistake or are uncomfortable discussing a controversial topic, the last thing we want to do is put ourselves in a position to be shamed.  Have standards but exhibit grace and refuse shame a seat at the table in your home.

88.  Learn how to say “I don’t know”.  This might be the most important item on this list.  There is so much power when your child is hurting in saying, “Baby, I don’t know why this is happening and I don’t have the answers right now, but I promise I’m not going anywhere and I will walk with you through this situation.  I will try to find an answer, but even if I don’t, know that I am here and I love you.”


9. Learn how to love from a distance.  It’s hard.  When your kids are hurting, you want to be there to fix everything and sometimes you can’t.  Stay consistent and love from a distance, let them know the door is always open.  Loving from a distance preserves a relationship rather than squelching it by smothering.

10.  Resist the temptation to shelter.  We want to save our kids from the atrocities of this world – and rightly so, it can be a scary place to live.  I’m not suggesting that you expose your children to evil, but I am suggesting that you help shape their worldview and invite them to understand the world around them.  When we shelter our kids and then send them into the real world, many of them end up rejecting what we’ve taught them because it just doesn’t work in the world of pain that they enter.  Teach your kids about pain and suffering and teach them about hope.  Use discretion in sheltering them, for sure, but provide opportunities to build their intellect and confidence and ultimately their hope in a God who is more powerful than any evil they will encounter.  Let them see you interact with the real world.  In doing this, you are raising powerful little champions of change that will grow to become advocates of justice and truth in an evil world.  Build a foundation not a shelter.

Friday, August 2, 2013

Roberto Alejandro Strikes Again

Roberto Alejandro was always up to something.  His teacher always told him that he was so smart that his brain got moving faster than his body and sometimes that got him into trouble.

As Roberto sat in time out, he figured that must be what happened.  Either that, or adults just really didn't understand life.

Roberto had noticed that his Mommy's tummy was getting bigger.  One night after dinner, his favorite dinner of macaroni and only one bite of vegetables, Mommy and Daddy said they wanted to talk.

"Uh-oh" thought Roberto.  That usually meant he had to go to time-out and not play with his favorite toys.  Roberto Alejandro thought about how he had cut in line at preschool that day and still couldn't understand why his mom and dad always knew everything!

Roberto became confused because his Mommy was smiling and his Daddy looked excited like his favorite football team just won the game!  "Roberto, we have some special news," said Mommy.  "Mommy's tummy is growing because she is going to have a baby.  You are going to be a big brother!" said Daddy.

Roberto smiled because Mommy and Daddy were smiling, but inside his heart felt funny.  He felt excited and scared all at the same time.  They all hugged and then it was time for bed.

After Mommy and Daddy prayed with Roberto and left the room, Roberto stared at the ceiling for a long time.  Inside his heart started to feel very scared again and then he thought that maybe his parents were worried about the new baby and wouldn't notice him so much anymore.  He couldn't fall asleep so he decided to play.

Since he was the big brother now, he decided he was older and that must mean it was time to get the remote controlled truck that was on the top shelf of his closet.  Grandpa had said that it was a gift for when he was older.  Roberto snuck out of bed and climbed on the dresser and hung on the clothing railing in the closet and used his other little hand to knock the box to the floor.  "CRASH".  He hoped Mommy and Daddy didn't hear.  He was very quiet and listened.

He heard snoring and knew he was safe.  He hopped down to the floor and tried to open the box.  Grandpa sure did a good job with this box he thought.  He started ripping the box apart and soon the floor was covered with cardboard, Styrofoam and a bright, new, shiny red truck.  Roberto raced the truck around the floor.

Roberto asked for too many glasses of water before bed and realized he had to use the bathroom.  With very quite tippy toes, he scurried down the hall.  When he started to wash his hands, the slippery soap jumped out and broke in half in the sink.  Roberto's brain started doing that thing when it moves really fast and he wondered how many pieces he could break the soap into.  Roberto forgot to turn off the water faucet while he broke the soap into lots of pieces.  Soon he noticed that the water was right at the edge of the sink!  "Oh no!" he thought.  He wasn't sure what to do, so he started pushing all of the pieces of soap down the drain.  He turned the water off, but the water wouldn't go away.  Roberto thought about never coming out of the bathroom again so that his parents would never find out.  Then he thought of the BEST IDEA EVER!

He would tell his parents that his baby brother did it!  With his new-found plan and his racing brain, Roberto decided to see what else he could create in the bathroom.  Roberto saw a large jar of stuff that looked like lotion and he decided to put it on his body like he had seen Mommy and Daddy do.  Something seemed wrong with the thick, clear lotion, but Roberto kept going.  He rubbed all over his body and looked in the mirror.  His whole body was really shiny.  He couldn't get that thick, clear lotion off of his hands, so he decided to give himself a bath because his whole body felt slimy.

Roberto wasn't sure how to make the water stay in the tub, so he covered the drain with a cup and turned the water on full blast.  Before he could get in to clean the slimy lotion off of his body, he heard a knock at the door.  Roberto had locked the door when he thought he might need to live the rest of his life in the bathroom.

"Roberto, open this door RIGHT now," Daddy said.  Roberto was very afraid.  He looked at the tub that was filling up.  He looked at the sink full of broken soap and water and he looked down at his very, very shiny belly.  Then, he remembered something, his baby brother did it!

Roberto hopped over to the door and struggled to open it because his greasy hands kept sliding over the handle.

Roberto's Daddy walked in a groaned.  The bathroom was completely disheveled and his son was covered in Vaseline.  Water was spraying from the shower head and the water line of the tub was almost over flowing.  Daddy turned the water off and unplugged the drain.  "Roberto, what happened?" Daddy said.  Roberto could tell Daddy's voice was angry but he was trying to be nice at the same time.  Roberto wasn't worried.

"The baby did it," Roberto said, very pleased with his answer.

"Rhonda," Daddy called.  That was Mommy's big person name.  A very pregnant Rhonda waddled into the room and gasped.  "The baby did it," Roberto repeated.

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How would you end this story on a teachable moment?  So many topics to address!  Trust, honesty, respect.  Send your ideas!  More to come!

Wip Chap and Wet Pants...Always Welcome

Last weekend my "nieces" came to stay with me for the evening.  At one and three they are as cute as can be.  I had moved apartments within the same complex since the last time they had visited.  Their big eyes sparkled as their little feet counted the steps up the stairs and down the hall to "1-3-0-2".   I made them stop at the door and say the apartment number before entering.  I'm a teacher, what can I say, every moment is a teachable moment!

We were barely in the door before they both took off.  I pride myself with working with children, but two under the age of three is BUSY!  Within thirty seconds the little one had found a Sharpie and was marking up my gift receipt on the carpet!  The older one politely asked if she could go into my bathroom and get some "wip chap", also known as lip chap, Chapstick, or lip gloss.  We'll call my niece Chrissy for privacy sake.  Chrissy is obsessed with wip chap to put it mildly.

I let Chrissy select a wip chap after snagging the Sharpie from Mae (Name also changed).  Chrissy swirled and swirled the gold gloss over her tiny lips.  She didn't quite have the art of smoothing the gloss over her lips so she ended up with a goopy gold pout.  "Auntie, may I hold the wip chap and do you have any pink wip chap because I see it on your lips and I would like to use that."  She's a smart one.  "No Chrissy," I said "We are only going to use one lip chap (Why do I know think it's appropriate to call lip gloss lip chap?), but I will let you hold it as long as you keep the lid on tight.  You may not open it without asking me."  Chrissy listened very well and proceeded to ask me no less than seventeen times to reapply the lip chap because she felt it had worn off.

The girls did not have their swimming suits, but I had promised them we would go to the pool and dip our feet into the water.  I knew they would get a bit wet as you can't tell a one and three-year-old to sit by a pool and not splash.

I held Mae on my lap and we kicked and splashed the water.  She giggled and had a blast.  Chrissy knew to sit right next to me.  Like any inquisitive three-year-old I noticed she kept inching her little bottom further off of the step and closer to the water.  Acting like I didn't notice and giving her a chance to re-think her choice, I nonchalantly said, "Chrissy, where is your bottom?  Is it on the step".  She literally looked at her bottom and then backed her little self to the step.  A few more moments passed and Chrissy had inched herself onto the first step.  The hem of her shorts got wet.  I noticed her startled look she realized she had stepped too far into the water.  Deciding to let the scene play out, I watched as she started to slide to the railing and splash.  Soon, Chrissy's shorts were entirely wet and her little neon pink tank top wasn't far behind.  "Chrissy, are you wet?"  I asked her.  Then the most interesting thing happened...

"Yes, Auntie.  But I fine" Chrissy said waving her hand as if to brush off my concern.  She thought she had fooled me.  Oh the precious innocence of a child when they learn to bend the truth...

"Chrissy, did you use listening ears and hear Auntie's instructions?"  I asked.  "Yes ma'am" she said.  "I asked you several times to stay on the step where you would be safe and not get wet.  You chose not to listen.  So now we are going to go home and change into your dry pajamas.  Pool time is over."

"I'm sorry Auntie, so you gotta room for me now since I'm staying with you?"  I couldn't help but laugh.  My sweet niece assumed I was putting her to bed because we were going to put her pajamas on.

Wip chap and wet pants, I always welcome the special learning moments for us all.

jillian


Saturday, January 29, 2011

"I Gotta Dream We Gonna Work it Out Out Out...One Day"

We've been reading some Civil Rights literature lately. A couple of weeks ago we read a children's biography of Martin Luther King Jr. in Spanish. Those moments in my classroom will be imprinted in my mind forever.

As I read about one of the most influential leaders of the Civil Rights Movement and of all time, my bilingual Spanish/English students translated for the rest of the class. We realized we couldn't have done that fifty or sixty years ago. I watched students look at their friends, astonished and appalled that they couldn't have learned alongside each other, much less easily forged a friendship. I watched their eyes turn to me, the realization setting in that I couldn't have been the teacher to all of them.

We spend a lot of time learning academic vocabulary at school - defining words they'll need to know throughout their school career. Segregation. I don't think it's a word they'll soon forget. It wasn't on our list of terms to learn, however the visual representation of the term from our nation's, our world's history, and sadly our present made the definition very clear.

It was one of the few moments in elementary school when everything is completely still, completely silent for a couple of seconds. Goose bumps raised on my arms as I thought about how each child in my class, in my school, in our country, in our world does not get an equal chance...far from it really. Here were 24 kids from various backgrounds starring at me, some with looks of frustration toward the power and corruption that has hurt innocent people, toward inequality, and mostly a sweet, innocent frustration that people have ever thought it acceptable to deny children from being friends based on color, nationality, gender, or faith.

Children are always the hope of the future. Always. Common's Song "I Gotta Dream" is infused with Dr. King's "I Have a Dream" speech. As each face of the students in my classes passes through my mind this song plays. It's like a beautiful slide show where each student is captured in their purest, most shining moment, the moment when they are exercising their full potential as a person against all odds. One picture has a voice over. The student shouts, "I'm black and white. Don't they get it? We all have the same insides."

No matter their background, these kids have an undeniably exquisite capability to love. Right around the time we were reading about Civil Rights, I shared with my class about some time I spent volunteering in Russia in an orphanage. I teach second grade. My students are only seven and eight years old. They amazed me. They connected to the plight of orphans. They recognized injustice. Many of those kids have enough to worry about with their own lives. They were not dealt a fair hand in life - yet they care about other people. Even my classrooms are only a small fragment of the population, they are encouraging me that more than my generation, they are ready to rise up out of the injustices in their own lives to find freedom for others. Oh the possibility of Heaven on Earth if the kids of today run with that fire in their bellies that screams out against injustice and demands equality and peace. They give me a dream that, "We gonna work it out out out..."

I know the world is not perfect. But, it is not doomed either.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Blissfully Unaware

Second grade is still such a time of self-unawareness and I need to treasure it. In a system that is working to fit much into the day and holding kids to high academic standards (as they should!), sometimes I forget they're kids and they just need to be eight years old!

That being said, as I appreciate their developmental stage, I can't help but laugh! Whether they know it or not, my kiddos give me a good workout everyday! I haven't done crunches since I started teaching...laugh so hard each day I don't need to!


Recent Favorites:

1.A student loudly proclaiming, "I gotta wedgie!!!". None of the kids seem to think it's abnormal. I'm trying not to laugh. Who's the adult now?

2. A student coming back from lunch late and interrupting reading by saying from the door, again, loudly, "I wet myself. Didn't make it to the bathroom in time. Need to go to the nurse for pants. Can I?" Yes, it was that matter-of-fact. Again, I stifled laughter and took care of the issue discretely. I seemed to be the only one who thought this was slightly odd!! Did the other kids not notice?? Or were their thoughts, "Dude, don't worry. Happened to me last week."

3. I sent home a field trip permission slip yesterday. The trip is next month. One student brought his lunch for the field trip today. I think that is still topped by the student who last year chowed down on her lunch on the way to the field trip...on the bus...at 9am....while no one else was eating. :)

4. There has been a recent rash of "I like you" type notes in our classroom. They are ALWAYS written on the corner of a math workbook page and left inconspicuously around the room.

5. After Christmas, a student was particularly intrigued with airport security pat-downs. After he talked about it in the morning, I should have KNOWN he would pat a kid down at lunch. Duh. I'm glad he has our school's safety in the forefront of his mind...

6. On 101 day of school, a student wrote, "If I had 101 dollars I would buy a gnringlfd car, a grninglfd laptop, a gringlfd watch..." I found out that gringlfd = golden. Exchange rate must have changed. 101 dollars is buying a lot!

7. Sitting like a puppy at community circle and licking paws/hands. I don't think I'll ever figure that one out.

8. One student, who's locker I never should have put next to the girls' restroom, seems to have more snow clothing than anyone else. It is such a process. And, his boots almost always end up in the doorway of the girls' restroom. He has no idea. I've started carrying his snow clothes into the room for him to change into. Bless his heart. He's usually distracted and doesn't realize where I've gone for at least a minute.

9. I've figured out that one, usually very quiet and reserved student, has a crush on a girl in our class. He busted his SWAGGER out. Wish I had a video to attach!

10. One little cutie forgot her boots all of last week. She had her giant snow pants and coat...which she wore with her sparkly ballet flats. Guess who had soaked feet? Guess who did the same thing the next day? And the next?

Kids will be kids, right? Gotta love the small things they do.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

My Independence Hurts

Right before lunch one of my little girls came to me holding her stomach and said, "My independence...my independence...my independence hurts". "Your appendix doesn't hurt," I said. She held her stomach and hobbled over to her chair. Soon we lined up for lunch. I never heard of her independence again.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

What Else is in Your Pocket?

Ryan. Not sure if he made it to Taco Bell for Thanksgiving, but he was in full swing today. School had been in session roughly 40 minutes and Ryan (who has the AMAZING skill of turning even the tiniest piece of scrap into a masterpiece) had made an entire family of paper dragons on his desk. Even baby dragons. I couldn't take it anymore. I told him to take every scrap out to his book bag so his desk could be clear to work! I checked on him at his locker once and then our our paraprofessional went out to check on him.

When she returned this is what she told me: She asked Ryan if he had put all of the dragons in his locker. "No, do I have to put the baby ones in there too?". "Yes." she told him. As he put the dragons in his locker, he kept one hand in his pocket. "Ryan, what's in your pocekt?" He pulled out another dragon, put it in his locker and promptly shoved his hand back in his pocket. "Ryan, what else is in your pocket?" He pulled out a toy and she told him that needed to go in his locker as well. This went on a few more times until she finally asked, "Ryan what ELSE is in your pocket?" "A cookie he said, pulling out a cookie." She couldn't help but laugh as she told him he needed to throw it away. He informed her he was saving it for later.

Ryan returned to the room. I noticed his hand was still shoved deep in his pocket. "Ryan, what's in your pocket?" I asked. "Nothing." He said. "What's in your hand?" "Nothing, nothing, nothing." He said grinning and waving the hand not in his pocket. "The other hand, Ryan." I said. He pulled it out of his pocket, leaving the treasure behind. Soon another boy came up to me and informed me that Ryan indeed had another cookie in his pocket!