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No Cavaties

sonic.jpgIt only took one traumatic cavity, that cost my son two teeth, that inspired me to invest in this toothbrush, Oral B S-320 Sonic Complete Rechargeable Power Toothbrush. (No one, unfortunately sent my anything for free, I’m just writing this review because I love this product, and teeth are so important.) This is the same one my dentist uses. I looked at the dental bill for the tooth pulling, the costs of the spacers, the trauma, and at four mouths, and I realized this was a great investment. An investment, truly, in a good night’s sleep. Don’t even bother with those character-battery operated ones; they can’t even touch this workhorse.

In the 3 years we have owned ours, we’ve had perfect check-ups. And that laborious, nerve-wracking tartar scraping procedure is almost “nil,” as the toothbrush does such a great job of keeping it off the teeth.

A two-minute timer, is great for the kids, and sets a habit. Plus, this tool gets you’re teeth gloriously white.

Mama never knew what her girl was really up to

mama.jpgMaybe, deep down inside, the Mama did know, but didn’t want to face the inevitable truth. So tempted, I am, to use her real name, because it is a delicious one, but, I will call her simply, Roxanne. Roxanne was wealthy, by small-town standards. Anything Roxanne wanted, Mama bought for her two daughters. If you had observed them, you would have witnessed an easy-going rapport, that implied that the trio was close. Squabbles were rare, and they all shared the same taste in clothes, jewelry and books. Yet, when I watched Roxanne and her sister unwrap the packages from their latest trip to the mall, I felt sorry for them. The extra money came from the government; Daddy never made it home from the war.

Roxanne was also very popular. Especially with the boys. In true, Romeo and Juliet style, Roxanne fell deeply in love with every Mother’s worst nightmare. The town fighter, the town druggie, and the high-school drop-out. I’ll call him, Rocky. Dates, phone calls and visits were strictly forbidden by Roxanne’s mother. This, of course, made the romance all that more exciting. Love always finds a way, and with Roxanne’s brand new car, she drove to his house every day after school, while her Mom was busy at work. Rocky’s Mother saw Roxanne as an elixir of motivation for her son. Roxanne could “turn him around,” the Mom dreamed. This romance was his ticket.

The after-school visits soon turned to overnight ones. How did Roxanne pull those off, you ask? Simple. She simply told her Mom she was at my house. Roxanne’s mother called our house only one time. Not to check up on her daughter, but to simply ask her where she put the cookie sheet. My Mom answered. “No, Roxanne isn’t here, and I haven’t seen her for months,” my Mom honestly said. Roxanne’s mother laughed on the phone, and said, “Well, you certainly don’t know what your daughter is up to, because Roxanne has been spending quite a bit of time at your house with your daughter.” We had a very small house. Roxanne would have been hard to miss. Roxanne’s Mother had a severe case of “Ostrich Parenting.”

You could have put the book, Mama Rock’s Rules: Ten Lessons for Raising a Houseful of Successful Children, into Roxanne’s Mother’s hands, but you could never make her read it. Yet, this book, would have been the perfect straight-talk-about-parenting-advice that Roxanne’s Mother needed to hear. Practical, down-home advice, yet radical to her, that would have put things back in perspective, and put the Mom, the rule-maker, back in the driver’s seat. Rose Rock raised ten kids, and 17 foster children; and she’s proud of every one of them. Roxanne’s Mom could have benefited from Mama Rock’s advice about the role that family meal times serve in parenting:

Once the kids get a full stomach, things loosen up. They not only eat the beans — they spill the beans. Everything would come out at the table, especially the secrets. The higher the comfort level, the more talk came out.

Looking back now, I rarely remember a family meal around the table at Roxanne’s house. They were one of the few families to have one of the early microwaves. A tool that liberated them to eat whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted, so they could freely graze whenever they felt like it. This seemed to create an aura of “isolationism” in the family. Everyone was “on their own.” The girls relished this independence.

Roxanne’s family’s loosey-goosey family rules lies in direct contrast to Rose Rock’s household. In her book, Rock outlines her formula for teaching kids what’s expected, and how structure and consequences keep kids feeling secure. Tough-love rules, that will, in the long run, make your job as a parent much easier over the long haul; especially through the teen years.

The whole thing with rules is this: it’s all about responsibility. When you make guidelines, it makes life easier, it manages expectations. Don’t wait! Start early and start them young.

Mama Rock does give advice for starting them young, with an eye toward preparing them to make good decisions for the day when they will be without you. When you run downstairs to the laundry room, tell your little ones that you’ll be gone for a few minutes, and you expect them to stay right here and color in this book. When you come back upstairs and they have done that, praise them. With a wide-open view to her own family-table discussions, Rose reveals that life is never easy as a parent, and we are never prepared for what life throws at us.

I had already become a single parent when I moved with three young children to South Caroline from New York after the death of my husband. Those were hard times, even for the little things. I didn’t know cars didn’t come filled with gas until after Julius died.

This book is not a memoir, although the antidotes tell quite a few stories. This is a parenting manual, that teaches you how to be tough with your kids, but still show them your love. The book is full of wisdom, and humor:

I want to share with you one of the most important things I learned in parenting. NEVER ask a yes or no question, especially when it relates to crime and punishment. Don’t say, for instance, “Did you break that cabinet door?” Forget it; you’ll never find out because the answer will always be no. Nobody knows “nuthin’” ever.

If no one comes forward to discuss a mess, Wait a day or two. Then, let your children think you already know what’s going on. Sit down with the suspected culprit over a bowl of ice cream or have some cookies together — nice and casual. Phrase your question like this: “When you did this… “

I enjoyed this humorous, tough-talk parenting book, which was sent to me via the Parent Bloggers Network, much more than I thought I would. I’ve found myself picking up the book, time and time again, just to hear Rose talk, like a good, old, wise friend. And especially for this advice for the cookie jar:

The cookie jar should be kept at a kid-appropriate level so they can get at them when the time is right. Our cookie jar was not forbidden; it was no big deal. When we said to go ahead and have a few cookies, that’s exactly what they did. No one had to sneak.

What a difference, maybe it would have been for Roxanne, if her Mother had taken the same stance with boys, and not just the cookies. So, what happened to Roxanne? The romance faded, but not until it had done considerable damage to Roxanne’s habits and her reputation. Years later, when Roxanne’s Mom would pass my Mom on the street, she’d stop her and say, “My daughter was at your house that night,and you didn’t know it.” This used to really tick my Mom off.

Goofy Poetry for Boys

oops.jpgMy oldest son was about five when I discovered that it might, perhaps, be a bit fruitless to stop him from making embarrassing noises with his mouth, and  to use the word “toilet” followed by a giggle. I also got a tip from a well-loved preschool teacher that this was in fact, “How boys learn about language. They find this arena of of the human body utterly  fascinating.”

So, I reluctantly let it go… but gently reining them in whenever we were in public places, or around other adults, so as not to offend them.

Alan Katz, has brilliantly used this well-known boy fascination to create a book of poems, specifically targeted to reach a young boy’s inner “grossness.” His books is called Oops!, illustrated by Edward Koren. If you’re a Mom, you will not like this book. Your son will love it. Better yet, as your son sits on the sofa reading the book aloud to his brothers, you will be pleasantly pleased.

Your Pre-Teen Will Delve Deep Into This Book

golden.jpgAs my son heads into Middle School, his workload is getting tougher, and his reading requirements have taken a jump. I was pleased when Shannon Gilligan, publisher of the Choose Your Own Adventure series, (CYOA) sent me a copy of The Golden Path: Into the Hollow Earth, the first in the series aimed at the 10+ reader.

This book is full of mystery, intrigue and adventure, delivering an entertaining bright spot that stands out against his dull homework workload. Like all of the Choose Your Own Adventure, Into the Hollow Earth, engages the reader into the plot, as they actively choose their own plot twists. “The right choices will lead you into a secret world beneath the Earth’s crust.”

What better man to take my son on this journey than Anson Montgomery who is not only a veteran author of CYOA books, with four previously released books. but a true-life explorer himself. This year, he traveled to the mountains and rivers of Viet Nam and Cambodia.

My son is in the middle of the book now, and this is the first of three in the series, called the The Golden Path Trilogy. Based on the way his head is buried into this book at breakfast, I’m betting he’s hooked… and I can breathe a sigh of relief that Choose Your Own Adventure Books will keep my son actively reading, and entertained. With its plot twists and turns, thrilling mystery and adventure, this book definitely creates a life-long love of reading.

Your child’s strength is his weakness, his teacher

strengths.jpgA boy, we’ll call him Calvin, asked my son to carry his backpack for him, after an injury left him on crutches. I was proud. My son is kind, thoughtful.. and just an all-around nice guy.

Calvin had been in my son’s life in 1st and 2nd grades, but the the friendship had grown apart over the last three years, as my son’s interest evolved into sports, and Calvin’s didn’t.

Over the next couple of days, I began to notice the little snippets tacked on to the end of my son’s stories that revealed how much of Calvin’s incapacitation was influencing my son’s school day. It wasn’t just that Calvin insisted on walking the long way around the gym, making my son miss the regular group of guys he normally walks home with, there were other things. My son carried Calvin’s lunch tray, which moved my son to an entirely different “lunch table,” where the conversation introduced words to his vocabulary that made my ears burn. (He did share these new words with me as a “what do you think about this” conversation.) My son was no longer sitting with his regular group of friends.

Then, I heard about the funny trick Calvin played on my son.

“He left his binder, pencils and papers on his desk, and said I had to put all his stuff away for him.” Calvin’s hands and arms are fine — his leg is injured, I thought. “While I was stuffing his stuff in his backpack, Calvin left and went to the elevator, pushed the button, and left without me. So I had to carry his backpack, plus my backpack, all the way down the stairs. Calvin just laughed.”

Tell me more, I said. “Well, he calls me his slave… but he’s just kidding,” he said.”And, he snaps his fingers, and tells me to hurry up.” He added, “actually, he can’t ’snap’ his fingers… he just pretends.”

Soon, my husband, overhearing the words from the other room, joined the conversation with, “He DOES WHAT!” Soon, our other son, joined the room, peppering the conversation his his version of “Why didn’t you just…”My son continued, “He forgot his lunch money on Friday, so I paid for his lunch,”

Did he pay you back?

“Well, he said he would… but then he forgot his money again, so I bought his lunch for him again today.”

At this point my husband and I are, in a word, steaming with anger. Calling his parents would have sent the wrong message: “We don’t think you can handle this on your own.” Besides, this incident was actually an opportunity, that laid the foundation for some growth. I had just finished reading Your Child’s Strengths: Discover Them, Develop Them, Use Them by Jenifer Fox, the night before, and we were already working on a “strengths chart” for each one of the boys. (The book outlines a how-to format for all ages, including the pre-school set. ) Your child’s strengths are not the acts that you observe in your child, the ones that warm your heart and then you spoon feed them to your child and pat them on the back, while you say, “This is what your strengths are dear,” as you tick them off the chart. No, Fox says, “Your child needs to come to a (strengths) epiphany on his own. You can lead him with your questions, but you cannot have it for him. Your job is to direct your child’s attention.” Chores, by the way create the perfect opportunity for your child to figure out what his strengths are, according to the book.

Fox says it is important to resist giving advice to your children… they will miss that internal shift that will make have the big impacts on minds. Rather, we need to teach our kids to accept responsibility, and “to see where he may have used his strengths to make poor decisions.” With no children of her own, Fox draws on her vast 25 years of experience as an administrator and teacher in both inner-city public and posh private schools. It’s tough to write a parenting book, when you’re not a parent… I found myself wincing at some of her advice. Yet, I knew what she had to say in this book was on-target, honed after her years of handling the toughest kids.

Right now, I needed my son to know, deep within, that Calvin was being disrespectful, and that Calvin, was in fact, a bully. As parents, as protectors, we just wanted to spit out the words, “You are not going to help Calvin anymore. You’re done. Calvin is taking advantage of you, and we won’t allow it.” We couldn’t do that. Yet, that’s exactly what we did. But, we were wrong; this was something I knew, especially after reading Strength’s. Yet, when your child needs help, sometimes you can’t help but try to rescue the one you love.

With or without Fox’s book to guide me, I knew I was wrong just by looking into my son’s eyes while I dictated advice to him, I could tell he didn’t “buy” what I was saying. “He’s just trying to be funny, Mom.” He felt uneasy about confronting this kid… he wasn’t convinced; in his mind, he wasn’t being bullied — although he did mention the word, on his own, earlier in the conversation.

I knew that once my son believed Calvin was wrong, the words, the motivation he needed to stand up to Calvin, would come to my son, all on its own. First, my son needed to believe it was right for him to say them.

Although we missed it on our first go-around in our strengths pow-wow with him, one of my son’s strongest strengths is that he is just a nice guy. He’s kind, and wants to help. He kept saying, “Mom, you told me how nice it is of me to help Calvin… and I couldn’t let him go without food at lunch time.” Deep down inside, my son wondered, “If I don’t help Calvin, who will?” Now, he needed to see how this strength was getting him into trouble. I didn’t want him to leave this thinking that it’s not a good idea to be nice to people.

This was a tricky situation, and it would take time, Fox warned, for this epiphany to occur. “Children’s innate strengths are like live wires connecting their unique inner qualities to their promise as adults. … when the energy is turned up and strengths are developed to their fullest, people’s passions light up. Life becomes meaningful and enjoyable even in the face of conflict, she wrote.

I began to ask my son how he felt when Calvin called him a slave, or how he felt when he left him at the elevator. I got nowhere. “I know he’s just kidding Mom… he laughs when he says it.” Doesn’t it bother you that you can’t sit with your regular friends? Nothing bothered him. His belief was still, “If I don’t help Calvin, who will?”

Exasperated, and trying very hard not to show it, I finally asked him; “Is there ANYTHING about helping Calvin that hurts you?” He said, well, yeah, “it makes my back and my neck hurt to carry both of these backpacks all day.” This was good, I thought. Physical pain is real, and he can identify with that. My son is, unfortunately, no stranger to neck pain. The weight in the backpacks they carry in middle school are close cousins to ball and chains, and they were already, before this incident, taking their toll. He had spent a few hours with ice and heat on his neck with pain.

“So,” I said. “Think about that pain, and now can you tell Calvin you can’t help him anymore because it hurts your neck?”

He looked away — almost as if he could no longer hear me, and he started to talk, “You know… yesterday, when I bent over to pick up his backpack, he left it unzipped, and didn’t tell me, so everything fell out and I had to pick everything up for him.” (Again, what is wrong with this kid’s hands?!)

What were you thinking?

“I thought, why does he need my help… I mean, Larry has crutches and nobody helps him carry his stuff. Why does Calvin need my help anyway?

Finally, I could see that my son had tapped into his on vein that got him thinking and processing information. The crucial step that Your Child’s Strengths claims is so necessary to helping our children develop their own self-esteem. My son began to see, and talk about, how helping Calvin was affecting his own life. Then, of course, I couldn’t stop him, which was great, even though it was after his bedtime. He talked about how the other kids were no longer laughing at Calvin’s jokes, and how people just don’t seem to like hanging around with him anymore.”

Update:

The subject of what my son would do was forefront in my mind all day long. When I finally saw him at the end of the day, he told me, as if it was no big deal, that he told Calvin he couldn’t help him anymore. Why, Calvin asked. “Because it hurts my back.” Calvin’s response was, “Come on, I carry it … you can do it… stop being such a wimp.” But the subject was dropped, and my son saw him later, with some other kid helping him.

Later, my son told me that he couldn’t say no to Calvin at first… he ended up helping him the morning, and then told him no. “So, what did you think about to give you the courage to speak up?” “Nothing,” he said. I was hoping for more “Epiphanies” but they didn’t come. So, you’re done, I asked? “Yep. I’m done.” It was no big deal, and I ate with my old friends.”

Although I am satisfied with the way this turned out, I wish I had refrained more from lecturing and giving advice. I wish I hadn’t given him the ideas… I wish I had been more patient and let him come to this discovery about how being Mr. Nice guy had turned sour, all on his own. It could have taken days, instead of hours. And it should have. Next time, I will try to do a better job, and show more restraint.. and do more directing, so that my children can discover these truths on their own. It was very hard for me not to “rescue.” Your Child’s Strengths is a work that’s under construction.

This review was written for the Parent Bloggers Network.

The Teen Whisperer

My husband slams his brakes, yet we both fear there won’t be enough time to stop beforeteencover.jpg two four-wheelers, driven by two teenagers, jump the ditch and speed on the road in front of us. We had watched them race each other across the field toward the road. Assuming, but not quite sure, they were going to stop. At the last second, they both make eye contact with us, and one does pull back to stop.The other one, slows down for a brief second, and then speeds up.

Despite the oncoming traffic, this kid revs up his four-wheeler and continues to jump across the road. We did have enough time to stop; we all escaped by seconds, and we are stunned at this kid’s audacity to keep going despite the risk. My heart is beating wildly from the adrenalin rush of what almost happened. Angry that this kid would drag us, and my four boys in the back seat, into his own teen drama to “prove how tough he is.” Part of me wants to stop at one of the nearby farmhouses to find his parents and tell them what he did. The other part of me fears the parents won’t care.

I’m tempted to use the knowledge I just gleaned from reading Mike Linderman’s and Gary Brozek’s book, called The Teen Whisperer: How to Break Through the Silence and Secrecy of Teenage Life, a new book by HarperCollins. This book gives the tools to analyze this kid’s behavior; to identify which of his five needs are unmet; and what will happen if the teen continues to feel as if nobody cares. The book does have great checklists; but that’s not the whole story.

The word “whisperer” is a welcome change to all that we fear about teen angst, rebellion, and drama. Straight from Trout Creek, Montana, population less than 1,000, Linderman is a real-life cowboy, and licensed counselor, who sprinkles his advice with phrases like “We’ve got some work to do, and we’re burning daylight.”

With one child already a tween, and 3 more coming right behind him, I was thrilled when PBN asked me to review The Teen Whisperer. What does a teen need, and what can I do now to help my kids prepare for those tumultuous years? Linderman has figured out that “the one group their kids most want to belong to is their family.” Remember back to what it was like when you were a teen… isn’t that really what you wanted? When your child is a baby or a toddler, their total dependence on you for meals, cleaning and entertainment makes it very clear to them that they belong, and are loved by you. However, when the toddler grows into a self-sufficient teen, our physical presence is not needed, and most of our physical contact is severed. In Linderman’s work with troubled teens at Spring Creek, a boarding school, the teens claim over and over “that their parents do not love them or that they seldom hear those words from them.”

A veteran of the first Gulf War, Linderman has had a remarkable success rate over the last ten years in helping extremely disturbed teens turn their lives around. He has three teens of his own. One of his own kids asked him to be one of the chaperons at their high school prom. To Linderman, this is one of his highest achievements. It’s important to note here that Linderman treats teens with respect; in some ways it is almost a peer-to-peer relationship. However, Linderman , Mr. Mike, expects his teens to take responsibility for themselves; and this, it seems is where most of the healing begins.

The Teen Whisperer is a book you can read from cover to cover. Mr. Mike says if you’re in crisis mode, you can read the areas that pertain to your situation and get immediate help. I found it difficult to read the book this way. Each topic was part of a larger picture, and each need was connected to a thread that wound its way through the entire book. Each behavior text drew me in deeper to continue reading; and I often found myself going back to the spot where I left off at the beginning, and reading through to the end. Maybe this book needs a companion workbook — hopefully soon to come out by Mr. Mike himself.

The book identifies the “Five Primary Needs of Teens” (Survival, Fun, Freedom, Power, and Belonging). If one of these needs is unmet, it usually manifests itself in negative behavior. For the teen in crisis, it’s almost next to impossible for the teen to even be aware of what need(s) he’s specifically missing. This can also be a daunting task for parents to figure out. Mr. Mike includes checklists to help parents determine where the problem might be hiding, and to identify the unmet need with the behavior. Using real-life examples of acting-our behaviors, and snippets of conversations and from his work at Spring Creek, Mr. Mike examines how the behavior will escalate if the teen continues to feel the parents are indifferent about their needs. The examples are colorful, and topics run the gamut from gangs, sex, alcohol and drugs. Finally, Mr. Mike brings all of this together into identifiable concrete actions families can take to help the teen feel loved, to meet the unmet needs, and to stop the cycle of destructive behavior.

This is an important book for parents to read. The Teen Whisperer is a gentle reminder that our number one job as a parent is still, and will always be, to let our kids know how much we love them. Even if it includes the tough kind.