After nine years of parenting five children, I think I’ve discovered a few consistent guiding rules of the parenting game. In a nutshell: it’s all about being patient and not stressing out. No, I am not talking about the type of patience required to just grin-and-bear-it while waiting for your two-year-old to end his tantrum when denied yet another Matchbox car in the supermarket check-out line. I’m still working on that one.
I’m talking about kids and their shtick, i.e. “phases.” Having returned to the United States after living most of my parenting life abroad in Latin America, I’ve gained insight and understanding into some pervasive cultural nuances inherent in our American society-at-large. I’m a born and bred “gringa,” who had the good fortune of marrying an adorable Costa Rican who whisked me away to his country upon marriage. I had two choices: adapt linguistically, culturally and socially to my surroundings or be miserable and perish. I chose the former.
Now I’m here and observing that we Americans are obsessed with analyzing every facet of our lives, including but not limited to: why we felt jealousy of a brother during childhood, why our children misbehave, why our neighbor’s dog pees on our front door mat, and then we tirelessly deconstruct our relationship with our significant other to the point that we no longer feel anything. Okay, I studied psychology and understand the allure of such knowledge, but c’mon! Our children are transforming before our eyes and rather than spending precious time and dollars justifying our play-by-play analyses of their conduct and neurotically indulging in every parenting guidebook on the market, mostly what our kids need is for us to simply guide them through their stages—reassuring them and ourselves, that it’s all par for the course.
Our mantras should be: “It is what it is” and “this too shall pass.”
Certainly, you’ve experienced this phenomenon: By the time you finally have an intellectual handle on “why” your three year-old is angry with his newborn sister’s existence, he’s over it. So great. Now you’re an unofficial licensed expert on the topic at hand and it’s over— your child has moved on. And where does that leave you? Obviously some mild “phases” last longer than others and linger about like unrelenting storm clouds, but they have to blow over eventually, right?
For example, just when I was on the verge of a chronic-sleep-deprived induced nervous breakdown, my just-transitioned-from-crib-to-bed toddler began sleeping through the night. It just happened on its own one victorious night.
Months ago I wrote a very provocative piece about my five-year-old boy’s interest in playing with Barbies. After getting condemned by many anonymous readers as an unfit parent guilty of terribly misguiding her child — the words they used were caustic and full of animosity — his fascination ceased to exist, and he moved onto something more “boyish.” I never panicked or addressed his desire to partake in this “traditionally girly pastime,” nor did I engage in “investigative psychological research” as to why he was inclined to do so. He was curious, checked it out for a while, and then got over it.
Maybe the point is that if we just slow down, wait and gently coach our children through their perpetual evolutions, we could all benefit.
About The Warrior Mom
Darah Zeledon aka The Warrior Mom is a wife, mom of 5, writer, fitness buff and thinker. Her unique voice reveals an experiential and academic knowledge of the social sciences—particularly psychology and sociology. Her empowering messages are born from an appreciation and passion for life and a nonstop quest for truth, reflecting a wisdom and resiliency earned by an array of challenging life experiences. Despite it all, Darah’s personal favorites are the quirky anecdotes exposing the chaotic tug-of-war between motherhood and personal passions. She’s currently working on her memoir—a tragic, yet inspiring story of the last five years of her life entitled: A Lucky Girl. You can read more of her musings at: http://www.warriormom.net