one single mother. one spririted preschooler. oy — what a life.
I am currently taking a course on Positive Discipline for Preschoolers through the Parent Encouragement Program (PEP). So far it has been really illuminating and the basis of it is about being present for yourself and your child. The class introduces a lot of techniques like reflective listening, giving children choices, encouraging rather than praising, and overall treating ourselves and our kids with respect and kindness. It is a really thoughtful, reflective, and empowering way to parent and really emphasizes the dignity of both parent and child.
One concept I really like is “special time,” which is the idea of dedicating a set amount of time each day to being truly present with your child. When they are old enough to grasp the concept of time, you schedule it together. During special time you focus on your child with no interruptions — no checking email, no answering the phone, no multitasking of any kind. (The only thing you’re “allowed” to do is answer the door.)
Sami is a little young to grasp the concept of scheduling, but one way I have been spending special time with him is to go to the pool in the early evening after I pick him up from day care. He absolutely adores being in the water. He is so comfortable in it, it’s as if he was a fish in a former life. I call him a “little fishie” and he just laughs. In the pool, we are simply having fun and relaxing together. I hold him and we dance and play in the water. He loves to climb up the side and jump into my arms. He is fascinated by the water coming out of the vents. All of it is just remarkable for him, and I get to vicariously enjoy that sense of wonder. We also enjoy the ritual of taking a shower before and after the pool. He has grown to really love the shower and never wants to leave, until I coax him out with the promise of popcorn from the vending machine (I’m in big trouble if they ever run out!!). It’s also a good opportunity for him to practice getting dressed and undressed.
After our time at the pool, we feel clean and refreshed and just…content.
These special times also make me realize all the other moments that I am not present for him — when I am trying to get random things done, or noticing something that needs to be put away, or answering the phone, or checking email when the sound of new mail beeps out of my computer. Or just simply worrying about various things. Special time is like a “parenting meditation” for me. I’m present, and by definition, I’m present for Sami. I get to just be with my child, and there is nothing better in the whole world. At the risk of sounding terribly hokey, that quality of presence is a huge present for us both.
I think I will never again smell the scent of chlorine without thinking of the special times we spent together in Sami’s precious toddlerhood.
Welcome to this blog - my chronicle of the illuminating, character-building path of single parenthood. I'm making this up as I go along. My life is my practice, and my five year-old son is my greatest teacher.
Karen
May 16th, 2008 at 8:05 pm
Beautiful. One example I often cite in my workshops is the advice I once heard that our children need 1 hour of undivided attention from us each day. (Only one hour! The trouble is, we spend 16 hours avoiding it.) The way that I put this into practice was when Georgia was so eager for me to play dolls with her. She would try to coax and convince me; try to bribe me; sell me on the fun! of it. As I remember it was so sad the way she had to lure me. I began to use the kitchen timer to make this feasible for me. After all, my resistance was not because I didn’t want to be with her, but because I feared there was no getting out. So we set the timer for one hour, and that put the conflict to rest. We played for one hour wherever and whatever she wanted (another egoistic trump we try to pull is making the activity be on our terms). I could relax because the timer ruled; she could relax because I was relaxed; all the emotional tension was transferred to the timer.
She never needed more than one hour. When I even tried to extend the time, she lost interest.
Children need us far less than we think they do, but for that time at least they need us all the way.
Long enough comment for you? Sorry.
bella
May 20th, 2008 at 3:23 pm
I feel like I learn this again and again, at each new age/stage Leo goes through. And yet it is always the same lesson.
He needs me, for a period of time, all the way, and then he is fine. It needs to be regular, consistent and dependable, that it happens nearly every day.
And the older get gets the more it needs to be on his terms, what he wants to do/play, ect. . .
And I’m with Karen, I set the timer.
Jessica
May 20th, 2008 at 4:42 pm
This is the most beautiful ode to motherhood, and the most descriptive, inspirational tale of being consciously present with one’s child I have read in a long time. Wow. Gorgeous.
Love,
A new fan