Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Listening to a Prophet's Voice...LIVE

Because we are active in the Mormon church, there are a few uper-duper exciting birthdays in our household. The first is birth (obviously)...that's a big celebration that includes a special blessing for our little ones. Then as the years roll by (and brains mature *winkwink*) a few other birthdays bring significant celebrations as well because they each represent a new opportunity for our child to choose to make covenants with God...and receive more of His peace in return:
  • age 8: Baptism and receiving the gift of the Holy Ghost (This beautiful first ordinance occurs no sooner than when a child's brain is mature enough to recognize, remember, and repent in a very plain and simple way.)
  • age 12: receiving the preparatory Priesthood for boys (This occurs at an ideal time when boys are newly preparing to become men who can use their service and God's power for good in this world.) Young women also begin preparing for womanhood at this age (because no teenager gets to avoid the chaotic beauty of puberty). To fulfill their eternal calling from God as creators, mothers, teachers, and nurturers for all humankind, girls are already innately and divinely primed for this at birth. 
  • age 18+: making and receiving Temple covenants (These covenants are available when the brain, body, and spirit are much more mature and one can truly choose to dedicate his/her time and talents to God).
Anyways...Kenny, our oldest, turned 12 a few weeks ago...and it just feels like he's been catapulted into the rest of his life...or at least the final six years he'll enjoy under our roof.

To celebrate this big milestone in Kenny's life and to inspire him along this great path we call life, Brent and Kenny planned a special trip to Utah this last weekend to attend our church's worldwide General Conference  live.

From left: Papa (Brent's Dad); Brent; Kenny; Uncle Kevin (Brent's brother)

Feeling the respectful pin-drop silence in the gigantic, crowded auditorium when the Prophet, President Thomas S. Monson, entered is something he'll never forget. Standing to sing alongside 20,000 other deep, booming Priesthood-holder voices made his eyes well up. Hearing modern-day prophets and apostles in person as they delivered inspiring messages to the world is something we hope he holds in his heart for a very long time. (Their words have lifted my soul so many many times throughout my life.)

And knowing Kenny was listening live to the Mormon Tabernacle choir--of which he has expressed interest in being a part of some day and of which his mother confidently thinks he's fully capable of being a part of some day--gave me a nice lump in my throat while sitting in our living room at home.

While watching from home, we were entertained with attempts to spy them in the 15th row. Enthusiastic shouts of "That's them!" and "Where?! I don't see them!" filled the room on numerous occasions.

The following several pics were taken from Kenny's phone (many of which demonstrate his eye for architecture--a subject he'd like to pursue as an adult...whenever he's on break from singing with the MoTab that is): 













Enjoying awesome extended relative time was a huge bonus to this very memorable weekend as well.

 Uncle Kevin (pictured above) owns a busing company called 'The Ryde' that commutes BYU students to campus. He gave Kenny a Ryde and let him take over the driver's seat...smart man.

Kenny loved spending one night with cousins Kylie and Madison (and their parents, too)!

In the end, I honestly can't imagine life in our family without preparing for, making, and keeping sacred covenants with God as part of our daily goals. It gives us such strength, peace and purpose.

Here are a few nostalgic pics:
Kenny's baby blessing.
Kenny standing outside the Salt Lake Temple on the day he headed into the Conference Center to enjoy his first ever Priesthood session of General Conference.

And we won't want to forget that Kenny met President Obama thanks to the frequent-flyer-mile redemption that routed them from IL to UT via DC of all places. 

Friday, April 5, 2013

Babies and Cupboards

MaryAnn has been watching me very closely. She's noticed that I rummage through kitchen cupboards...a lot. She's also paid very close attention to how her older siblings and I enjoy caring for babies...like her.

So my Baby came up with the perfect place to put her babies down for a nap: 




A few minutes later, her mind had wondered on to some other adventure and her "nursery" was left looking like this:

It would have been super convenient for me if she'd independently noticed that being mindful of her 'messes' makes for a much more tidy living space, but her brain isn't wired for that yet...at least not consistently. Lessons on cleanliness are secondary anyways and at her age will center around what her brain IS wired for: attachment and following.

With that in mind, I intentionally refrained from scolding MaryAnn for leaving a mess (though the thought did cross my mind...and probably would have made me feel more in control momentarily). I also used my prefrontal cortex to dismiss the haunting thought that MaryAnn would grow up to be a perpetual, careless mess-maker...forever. Such final judgments make us both miserable. Nor did I expect her to clean up her mess all by herself even though I know for a fact that her brain already associates the words 'clean up' with putting things away. (If she knows the meaning of something, she also has the brain connections to apply it 100% of the time, right? Wrong. All I have to do is look through my own bag full of weaknesses to see that that's not true.)

Instead, I'm comfortable that MaryAnn will choose to clean up more consistently on her own in a bunch of years when her brain switches into 'Accountability' mode (closer to age 8). For now, she and I are partners. Because we hang out so much, there's plenty of time for me to show her how fun cleaning is. She just follows my lead (whether I'm in a pleasant mood...or not).

So, I left the mess there momentarily. When I walked past it, it reminded me of MaryAnn's sweet care for her babes. I smiled several times.

About 20 minutes later, when she came wondering back to my side, I said, "MaryAnn, did your babies have a good nap?" She nodded and smiled and glowed. Then I leaned over and picked up a sandwich container and said, "Where does this go?" MaryAnn was proud to show me its spot on the shelf.

"All clean," I said eventually (after doing most of the rest of it myself).

"Yeah!" said MaryAnn.

"Taking care of babies and cleaning up are happy tasks, aren't they, my Dear?"

We both agreed: Mothering is fun.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Attachment Lesson #3: When Your Body Gets Out of Balance, You Are Not Alone.

It seems that the great parenting debate revolves around what to do with our children when things get chaotic. If children were born fully mature and completely capable of turning challenges into triumphs, parenting would be easy-breezy and the parenting shelf at the library would be empty. But instead, children are born with partial brain development and we are left wondering what to do with them while they "grow up." Plus, when my child throws a tantrum or refuses to obey a command or blurts out a bathroom word, my child's immaturity dysregulates me (because my own brain's alarm systems are working) and that's not a fun feeling...so what should I DO to avoid insanity? There are oh so many opinions.

Brent and I (mostly me because Brent isn't the fretting type) have churned over this matter on many occasions. As I've probably stated a million times now, I've read lots of parenting books, tried lots of techniques, and finally exhaled The Pyramid to guide us with these difficult decisions. We're not saying it's right for every parent. But it has hit the sweet spot for us.

Essentially, instead of defending ourselves against our children's emotional energy (by instinctively yelling, ignoring, giving in, punishing, sending to time-out, etc in order to combat our personal dysregulation), we've decided to dedicate our energy towards helping our children's brains and bodies re-balance when chaos disrupts their systems. And because the brain is constantly changing and gaining new capabilities, re-balancing our children looks different depending on what stage of growth they are in.

For children under 3, where their brains are primarily wired for emotional attachment, we re-balance (ie discipline) them by calmly bringing them to us (as opposed to sending them away for some sort of isolation consequence), so they can sense our emotional stability. For children 1-8, who are wired to follow and copy, we use natural leadership to help them re-balance. If we are positive leaders it works well. If we're not, it doesn't. It's pretty much on our shoulders (which is how we like it because our young children don't have a very mature prefrontal cortex yet so it doesn't seem very fair to lump all the responsibility for their immaturity on their shoulders...they wouldn't handle that very well and it causes bigger developmental problems later).

In general, for children 7-12, who are logically inclined and consciously aware of their actions, we help them re-balance by assisting them in using those newly developing areas of their brain. We lovingly mentor them and explain natural consequences and let them experience the associated joy or sorrow for themselves. For teenagers, who naturally want independence, we help them re-balance by encouraging use of their more advanced brain areas that control self-discipline (the prefrontal cortex)...but we don't use those brain areas for them (ie control them) because that would be counter to their self-worth. Naturally. (that's my new favorite word)

Regardless of what stage our child is in, we focus our disciplinary efforts on constantly reaffirming to our child that we as parents understand who he/she is now (however mature or immature that may be) and who he/she is capable of becoming.

The beginning of this complex 'teaching' is Attachment Lesson #3: When your body experiences chaos (opposition or negative energy or immaturity or dysregulation or whatever you want to call it), you are not alone. That's why you have a family. We'll make it through together.


Attachment Lesson #3 is one of the hardest ones. It tugs and pulls and stretches us. When I'm feeling particularly vulnerable myself, I avoid it all together. But the more experienced we get as parents, the more we can see that Lesson #3, learned or not, has tremendous impact on future emotional well-being.

From our perspective, our children's vulnerable brains make us pretty accountable as parents. Their future peace and happiness (and ours) depends very much (not completely, but VERY MUCH) on how devoted we are to modeling empathy and emotional regulation (aka Attachment Lesson #3, or mature prefrontal cortex use) during their younger years.

So we keep trying.


From MaryAnn's Perspective:

dear dairy,

this body of mine is great! i can see, smell, touch, taste and hear so many wonderful things...but i also feel sad, confused, scared, grumpy, and down right mad sometimes. i don't completely comprehend it. but i am starting to understand that when life gets tough, when my body makes mistakes, and when i feel completely out of control, there are BIG people around me that are at least a little more balanced (except when mom sometimes storms around the kitchen when she's getting dinner ready)...and they help me. they hold me. they look deep into my eyes. they speak softly. i feel something special when i'm with them. and i don't even know it yet...but my brain is paying very close attention to theirs. when it comes to conflict resolution...and emotional balance...my brain is copying the big people around me.  i'm getting all wired up in prep for adulthood...so i can hopefully turn around and help someone else balance out some day. thanks fam!!

yours truly,
maryann

ps...and here's a cool brain fact i overheard my mom telling my dad before he dozed off the other night: did you know that when a big person helps me re-balance in that present-sort-of-way that my mom's always blabbing about, both me and the big person get a prefrontal cortex workout? which makes us both stronger and more mature? that makes me feel kind of important even though i'm pretty small and vulnerable. what would my parents do without me?! ;)


A few past posts about how we've 'taught' MaryAnn this lesson during real-life chaotic moments are:
Hitting: Attachment Stage (0-3)
Woody to the Rescue

I'm sure there will be more to come...We have chaotic experiences about 50 times a day around here and MaryAnn has many many more months before emotional balance will feel a bit more natural for her. (Neurologically, learning emotional balance is like learning to walk...we don't go from crawling to running marathons over night. Emotional regulation connections take t...i...m...e...)

And somewhere trapped in the writing pipeline is how we've 'started over' with attachment and emotional balance when our older kids were technically past this stage. It was more painful and challenging for them and us. Sometimes still is. It feels like a more delicate subject...so I hesitate. But I'm sure it will come when the timing is right.  

Monday, April 1, 2013

Easter and a Birthday

What a weekend.

Egg coloring.
 



*Cienna's passion for patiently dipping, painting, re-dipping, re-painting, and re-dipping out-lasted the rest of us. All six of her eggs took a swim in each color. They were lucky to have Cienna. So are we.*




Egg finding.






                                     

*Diggy was on the egg-hiding team.  The three eggs that contained three of his $1 bills (because Diggy is a cool and generous kind a guy) were hardest to find...a real crowd pleaser.*

Egg eating. I don't know why I didn't take pictures of that. It was fun, too.

And lots of reflection about how grateful we feel for the atonement and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Because of Him, we are a happy family.

And my sweet Allison turned 6. This young lady melts my heart every day with her bright eyes and contagious giggle. She truly is a joy. I can't get enough of her. Happy Birthday AL!!
       

Her age is also nostalgic. It represents how long we've lived in IL.

This is how old Allison looked when we packed our bags, said farewell to our AZ relatives, jumped on a plane, and said hello to our IL ones. 

*Allison was such cute luggage back then.*

Bittersweet that was.


And now look at us...in the same state for six years. That's almost longer than all four of the other states (UT, CA, MN, AZ) combined. So now we're trying to decide if six years feels like we're settled, or if it feels like we're itchy to jump up and explore a new part of the country...I guess more time will tell.




*Hard to believe all of my BIG kids looked so young once.*