On Sundays… take a few quiet minutes to evaluate what you are expecting to happen and what you are committing yourself to accomplish before the holidays. Is it realistic? Keep in mind that children need more of your attention the final week before the big holiday. The world won’t fall apart if you lower your expectations a little and don’t get everything done that you planned to do this year.
On Mondays… remember that the lack of a regular healthy routine of chores, bedtimes, rest times, and sit-down mealtimes makes it difficult for children to settle down or feel secure. This is especially true during times of high stress, like the holidays.
On Tuesdays… plan to keep up with your family’s daily minimum requirements for keeping control of clutter and basic needs. Although you probably will have to put housecleaning on hold while you get ready for the holidays, you need to keep up with certain chores like laundry, meals and daily pick-ups. Otherwise, you will become immobilized by a mountain of messiness.
On Wednesdays… it’s unrealistic to expect children to handle big shopping trips well. Do you have friends or relatives who might be willing to watch your kids while you shop? Or can you arrange to babysit your friends’ children in exchange for having them babysit yours? If you can get help, use it. But then, also, set aside adult-only holiday preparations for a full or half day to focus attention on the children.
On Thursdays… keep in mind that the holiday season is rich with opportunities for children to discover new interests by trying new activities. It also offers many possibilities for encouraging children to develop their special talents through holiday projects. So be sure to include children in your holiday preparations.
On Fridays… you can teach thoughtfulness this season by helping your children see that their loved ones have quiet needs. Consider together how to choose gifts that address people’s individual needs and concerns.
On Saturdays… be sure to read aloud the Christmas stories to your children. Then encourage them to retell the stories in their own way through art (simple drawings or more elaborate projects) and drama so that the family heritage of faith becomes woven into the fabric of their imagination and reasoning.
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My mother used to call my father The Pied Piper. He needed no pipe, though, to charm children into following him. He just showed up in the yard, and children began appearing like magic. If he had chores to do, he cracked jokes and talked to us while he worked. If he had time for a break, he played with us.
Outdoors it was basketball, baseball, touch football, badminton, sledding, snowball fights or wrestling. Indoors it was table tennis, card games, board games or musical jam sessions.
Dad was our favorite playmate –
Not that he ever confused being a father with being a pal. Dad was the authority, and he held us to a high standard of behavior. When we misbehaved, the fun ended. A one-sentence rebuke from Dad seemed worse to us than a spanking.
“How does a father build good relationships with his children?” I asked Dad once.
“Shared experiences are vital,” he said.
Looking back, I see three ways Dad used to build a strong foundation of shared experiences with his six children.
Dad shared what he loved.
Dad loved music, so when we were driving in the car, he taught us songs and sang with us. He loved God, so he told us Bible stories and brought us with him and Mom to church.
Dad loved learning, so he took us to museums and exhibits. He loved sports, so he took us to see games and played sports with us, helping us work on skills like batting and shooting baskets.
Not all Dad’s attempts to share his interests were successful. None of us took up his offers to teach us carving or woodworking, and neither my sister nor I ever worked up much enthusiasm for sports. But when Dad failed to interest us in something, he just set it aside and tried something else.
Dad observed his children closely to discover their individual gifts and then encouraged them to follow their natural bent.
My sister was interested in art and house design. So Dad encouraged her to take a drafting class in high school even though, in those pre-liberation days, drafting was considered a class for boys only. Dad encouraged our musical bent by gathering the family together for rousing songfests accompanied by me on the piano, Dave on the guitar, Roy on the bass fiddle, and Dad on the mandolin. (Unforgettable.)
Dad did what he could to fulfill his children’s deep desires.
My brother, Thure, was one of the youngest and smallest children in his baseball-crazy class. He felt terrible when the other boys chose up teams, because they always picked him last. Thure let Dad know how much he wanted to be a good player.
So Dad made a point of spending a half hour every day with him working on batting, pitching and catching skills. After about three months, Thure improved so much that when the other boys chose up teams, they picked him first. He went on to become an excellent Little League player.
My baby brother, Lee, wanted to join the boys’ touch football games. Of course, none of my brothers (ages 14, 11, and 7) or their friends wanted to have a 3-year-old on their side. Dad solved Lee’s problem by inventing handicap rules. He decreed that anytime Lee’s team managed to get the ball into his hands, the little guy got an automatic touchdown. This rule transformed him from a team nuisance into a team asset. Then, as Lee’s skills improved, Dad kept adjusting the rules to keep the game a challenge for him and fun for everyone else, too.
I wonder how Dad spent so much time with us. To make a living, he and Grandpa ran a family construction business, which is far more than a 40-hour-a-week job. He was active in church and community organizations, too.
Apparently, Dad made a conscious effort to spend his recreational time with his children. That choice paid off in the warm relationships he maintained with them to the end of his life.
Published in memory of Robert Glenn Cerling who passed away November 17, 2021 at the age of 98
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Not long after I started publishing a weekly parenting column for The El Paso Times in 1989, I wrote something about our then 15-year-old daughter that embarrassed her.
She protested, and I automatically defended myself. “Everybody who read that knew I was making a joke,” I began.
But then, in the middle of my self-justification, I thought, Why am I defending this? No column is worth damaging my relationship with my daughter, and no column is worth giving her unnecessary pain.
So, I apologized.
And then I gave our three teenagers the right to censor anything I planned to say about them in print. After two of them moved into the dorm at college, I could no longer show them what I had written. So I would read the column draft over the phone or discuss what I planned to convey.
Oddly, they never invoked their censorship privilege. One son even let me tell stories about his potty training!
I knew our kids got teased about their family stories sometimes, but the review policy ensured that they were never caught off-guard. And they told me the kidding didn’t bother them. I had to believe it, because they certainly let me know other things I did that bothered them. (And they still do.)
“Why were they so thick-skinned?” I’ve wondered.
Part of the reason may be that when I reviewed my columns with them before publishing, it did more than merely prepare them ahead of time for being kidded. It armed them with respect. Each time I checked out a potential column with one of our children, I was acknowledging again to them and to myself, “You matter; your feelings matter; you are more important than your mom’s writing career.”
Teasing is easier for kids to handle when they feel secure.
And the hard blows life delivers are less devastating when significant people in their lives, like parents, show them respect. Because showing children respect give the message that they, as individuals, are valuable. They are worthwhile.
Unfortunately, it’s easy (and often more convenient) to disrespect children, to disregard their perceptions and to steamroll over their feelings. It takes hard work, diligence and self-discipline to establish patterns of thinking, speaking, and behaving that demonstrate respect:
Respect for children’s individuality
A friend of mine once remarked that parents need to approach their children with a sense of curiosity and discovery. “Raising children is like growing a mystery garden from God,” she said. “My job isn’t to turn a rose bush into an apple tree. My job is to find out what I’m growing and work with that. If this one is a rose bush, then I need to provide the best possible conditions to grow roses. If the next one is a field of onions, I need to provide what’s best for that.”
Respect for children’s choices
This is hard for me and most parents. Although I know that nothing destroys a parent’s relationship with teens and young adults faster than disrespecting their decisions, I still can’t seem to shake the idea that I know better than they do.
We must struggle against the temptation to try to make decisions for our children, to pressure them into making the decisions we prefer, or to rescue them from the consequences of poor decisions when they need to learn a hard lesson instead.
Children learn to make wise decisions when parents allow them to make choices appropriate for their age from the time they are small, and then expect them to take responsibility for the consequences of those decisions so they learn to avoid mistakes in the future. This takes a lot of effort from parents, but it pays big dividends in the development of self-respect, maturity and common sense.
Respect for children’s privacy
Checking beforehand with our children before I published stories about them was one way I respected their privacy. Other ways were knocking on their bedroom doors (and counting to 10) before entering, reading their mail only with permission, and trying to provide them personal time and space for solitude.
Respect for children’s property
Some parents think of their children as an extension of themselves—like an extra arm or leg. What belongs to the child belongs to them, they reason. I remember a college student telling me how angry he was in junior high when his teacher mother took some of his favorite toys to her classroom for her students to play with.
Teens and parents get confused sometimes about property ownership. Teens’ bedrooms are not their personal property because they are not paying the mortgage or the rent. Just as landlords have the right to inspect – and make rules for – their property rentals, parents get to inspect and make rules for children’s bedrooms.
On the other hand, helping yourself to another person’s property or borrowing things without permission is an act of disrespect, whether or not the person is your close relative. Even if you once gave those things to them as a gift.
Golden Rule Respect
“Do for others what you want others to do for you,” is the Golden Rule that underlies respect.
When we treat our children the way we want to be treated ourselves, and when we teach them to treat others that way, too, we help to establish our children’s personal identities on a healthy foundation of respect.
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