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Sunday, 24 June 2018

The Girl with the Hammer



The cliche is a boy with a hammer and a girl with a hairbrush.

In North America, it's the most commonly accepted social contract between a man and a woman. It has always seemed, to me, an unhealthy arrangement—an unsophisticated agreement drawn up by the most inexperienced, impetuous, and undisciplined people in our society: the young. 

Agreed to early on, it typically remains unquestioned long enough for us to build a little empire and breed, fulfilling Nature's imperative. Reduced to the essentials, it pits a woman's sexuality against a man's usefulness. One large problem with it is that it hobbles women, which in turn hobbles the men they marry.

I was thinking about this and how I might teach my son and daughter to avoid this trap. It is difficult for both.

Young men's egos are tied to their sexual urges, which are overpowering for a good portion of their lives. Men often confuse sex with love. In fact, I believe young men typically fall in love through sex. Hormones are involved and when they surge they override logic to a degree that is at once amazing and frightening. Logic does return, briefly, immediately after sex. I have no idea how I am going to get my son to see the difference between sex and love. It took me about 40 years to do that, myself. And, older and wiser though I may be, I am still vulnerable to misinterpreting my feelings. Most modern North American men have little trouble being intimate, but making love is an act that connects emotion to their day-to-day intimate behaviour. For men, it's a very powerful link in the intimacy bond.

Young women often abuse their sexual power over men, bartering their way to security through much effort expended on their youthful looks. The extra time and effort seem innocuous when one is young and life is relatively uncomplicated. But it's at least an extra hour of physical maintenance each day, and time spent monitoring trends and, of course, shopping. As well, women endure the pain and physical harm that many fashion trends inflict. And, it's a major distraction from more important matters. It all adds up. Throw in a job, a couple of kids, and the deleterious effects of aging, and the energy expended to maintain that youthful appearance spirals, becoming a confidence-sapping handicap that men don't share.

On top of the time wasted, of course, there is a deeper danger associated with being evaluated based on looks. It's a game that constantly chips away at self-esteem because, from the very start, there are always more youthfully beautiful people out there, and every day that goes by sees that number increase.

The upshot of all of this is that a woman ends up more dependent and with less power to maintain her lifestyle than a man. The flip side is that the man ends up with a pretty, but dependent, partner. It's punishment for both parties.

And a woman can't drop out of this system without facing consequences. Going "all natural" visibly identifies her as different. Society does not encourage "different," though it may tolerate it. In fact, "different" is the exact opposite of "Society." Women will have more trouble connecting with her, and men, most of whom have been programmed by society to be visually attracted to trend-driven models, will tend to pass her over. Of course, this is a generalization with a large number of exceptions, but still, it is true for the majority.



And though it may not be fair, it is the reality for the foreseeable future. As intelligent and progressive as modern young people are, they remain ruled by the same hormones which have conjured the same social pact since the beginning of time, when I was born.

If you accept this, as I do, then you will be concerned for your children, as I am.

My first big-picture realization regarding raising a daughter was that she would need a robust self-esteem to be able to resist the hobbling social pressure to base her worth on her looks.

I call her my "Do Girl" because when she was a toddler, she used to insist on doing everything herself. "I do, I do," was her favourite phrase.



My "Do Girl" in action at age 4, helping to stain her brother's treehouse.
(Note that her 6-year-old brother is nowhere to be found.)

...and at age 11, helping to stain our storage shed.
(Brother remains MIA.)



I am thankful that she's inherently built that way, but I still push her a bit because the only real way to gain self-esteem is to do things. It's a very positive cycle: the more you do, the more confident you are that you can do things and, consequently, the more you want to do. She emerged from the womb with an interest in fashion and style, but she is prone to being active and yet intellectual enough to question a lot of human behaviour that most of us take for granted, so I feel she is quite well insulated from the judgements and putdowns she will undoubtedly encounter.



My son likes his solitude and would prefer to spend time reading, playing video games or making YouTube videos. He is technically minded and always wants to understand how things work. My daughter is more social and needs less time alone. She doesn't care how things work but is keen to understand people. It's interesting because I notice that my daughter can be easily upset by the feelings or opinions of another person, whereas my son seems much less concerned with what others think but is more easily upset when a device doesn't work the way he expects. He has a thicker skin because, so far at least, machines are generally less malicious than people.

This is not inherently a boy/girl thing, but because society promotes a divide, almost every one of my male friends has become the in-house technician/mechanic for every modern convenience their family owns, regardless of their affinity for the job.




For me, there are days when it's overwhelming. I often arrive home after hours of solving problems at work to a list of devices that are offline, leaking or making a strange sound—all of which, apparently, is my responsibility. When you think of the number of machines attached to the average household—not to mention the structure itself—it's a staggering responsibility for a single person. It would be fairer if this could be shared.

And fairness is a big deal because letting your partner in a long-term relationship take on more than their fair share not only risks resentment but is also robbing you of power. The person who is actively doing a thing always has the greater influence over that situation. The person who contributes more is building more self-esteem and skills and, consequently, more personal value. It really doesn't matter whether we are talking about repairing the wi-fi, communicating effectively, or expressing love—the essential fact remains true—the more you do, the more power you gain as an individual.

Of course, there is rarely a perfect balance and it's difficult to establish the relative values of each contribution, but if the imbalance is too great, it can create a "winner" and a "loser" which is not healthy for any relationship.

I am witnessing my 13-year-old son step into the role already. If I am not available, both my wife and daughter instantly turn to him to solve issues with the TV, wi-fi, or computers.

It made me realize that there is a small way to help a daughter retain more power throughout her life: Teach her the value of understanding how things work. In fact, knowing how a device works is a responsibility that comes with ownership.

It's little different than owning a pet. You shouldn't be expected to perform surgery on your pet, but you should know how to feed and care for it. Our responsibility in owning machines is not to a single living organism—it's to the Earth that we pillaged to create these modern conveniences. We owe it to the Earth to use our machines responsibly, in order to make them last longer. If we each take the time to understand how to properly use and maintain every device we own, there would be three large benefits that would come from this...
1) We would be more hesitant to purchase, electing to own less because there is a limit to how much time one person can spend on each device. (Reduce)
2) The devices we own would generate less frustration, work better and last longer. (Reuse)
3 And, we would be less dependent on others, which is essentially saying we would be more powerful individuals.

My daughter does not need to know how to solder circuits and repair her TV. Acquiring knowledge to that level would be making a career of it. But she should understand the general concepts involved and be able to find answers in the user manual. She should understand the relationship between her TV and everything connected to it, know most of the TV's features, and be able to troubleshoot common issues. This would put her on par with the average man and, thus, she would be less dependent on one.

If she owns a car, she needs to understand the basic theory of how an internal combustion engine works, be sensitive to the state of the vehicle and she should be able to refill the fluids, know when to get an oil change, and how to change the lightbulbs and fuses. Otherwise, owning a car is just reinforcing an illusion of a degree of control over her life that she really does not have. The first time her car stops working, she will be at the mercy of the person she takes it to and indebted to him/her, either financially as with a mechanic, or sexually as with a boyfriend/girlfriend.

For my son's part, I am trying to teach him to evaluate a person by their character. Beyond that, once he's involved, I advise him to teach his partner how things work. We'll start with his sister because I'm pretty sure that it's too late for his Mom. It will be a frustrating and inefficient process at first, but the benefits will accrue.

If we all start treating our machines as we would a pet, we can become better people who create happier unions... and, perhaps, avoid an AI apocalypse.



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Thursday, 22 February 2018

A Writer-Parent Dilemma: The Notebook

    

     Like many writers, I have a little notebook that I carry with me almost everywhere I go. It’s my "Inspiration Book" and I keep close tabs on it because if I lost it, I would be devastated by the thought that some “genius” idea may have been forever lost.

     But, if it were ever found I’d be equally devastated because it contains my name and phone number, and whoever returned it to me would probably have read a hundred half-formed, outlandish thoughts, feeble attempts at song lyrics, plot and character ideas, “sure-fire million dollar inventions” and strange little non sequiturs that inexplicably inspired me. In fact, I might be too embarrassed to ever claim it. 

     If I did claim it, I would certainly avoid eye contact. 

     As I use or reject the ideas, I pull out the pages until the book is empty. I’ve maintained a book like this for several years and never lost one. But, one particularly busy day, the current version went missing. 

     I told no one, sweated silently and tossed in my sleep, but I was confident that it had not gone too far, as my fear of embarrassment keeps me vigilant.

    Today, I found it. It was on the hallway bookshelf, under a pile of the kids’ library books.

     I guess that I was not the first to find it. 

     I just spent twenty minutes culling artwork from random pages. (Though I did leave the ones that said: “I Love You, Daddy.”)

     I hate the way the kids waste pages with random doodles and scribbles, but I’m too embarrassed to chastise them, in case they've read it.

     It's going to be a bit awkward avoiding eye contact with my children until I die.


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Sunday, 17 December 2017

A Christmas Skit for Children: The Interview




Every year, my sister organizes a homeschooler Christmas Pageant during which the kids (currently from ages 10 to 18) get to show us parents what they can do. My kids usually like to put on a short skit. In previous years, I have written and directed, but this year I wanted them to play a larger role so I actually listened to their suggestions, no matter how awkward they might be, and wrote pretty much what they told me to, though I added one or two items. I also allowed them to decide how they would act it all out. I advised but did not argue if they overruled me... which they did many times.

A couple of things to note...

• EI stands for Employment Insurance which is a Canadian government program that pays a percentage of your old wage if you suddenly find yourself unemployed. Some try to stretch the benefit as long as possible by applying for jobs while never intending to get hired. To do this, they need proof that they are applying regularly.

• Another thing I need to mention is that there is a reference to "The Onsie Kid," which is a very short music parody video which Noah made last year and which briefly went viral among the homeschooler families we know. This video can be viewed at the link beneath the picture...


Onsie Kid Video: https://youtu.be/GAjvUiptt4k

• Every year, the homeschoolers vote on a theme that all acts must try to incorporate. This year, each act had to include the following four words: Bidet, Waddle, Trump and Maple Syrup.

Below is the final script, which, as always, I release into the public domain in case another desperate parent out there can make some use of it. A link to the video of the final performance is at the end.





The Interview
(must use the words: Waddle, Maple Syrup, Trump and Bidet)

Santa at his desk: “Send in the next applicant! I do hope this one’s a winner. Not sure I can take another 5 billion landings. [adjusting the donut under his bum]

APPLICANT: Dude! This place is amazing. It’s like a full-on mansion. Even has a water fountain in the toilet!

SANTA: The bidet?

APPLICANT: Wow! Even a fancy name!

SANTA: Uhhhh… Breath mint?

APPLICANT: Thanks. Love the place. Love the job. I’ll take it!

SANTA: Hold on there, The Flash, we’ve got a few formalities to go through first. I got your online resume. Uh—it’s a picture of a dog.

APPLICANT: A puppy!

[Long pause while they stare each other down and we wait for Santa’s reaction…]

SANTA: I do love pugs! Sooo cute. Everyone knows that online applications are just for show anyway. We only hire friends and family. You’re my friend’s friend’s friend, so Ha! [rubber stamps the application] Look at that! You’re on the shortlist!

APPLICANT: I even have my own suit!

SANTA: You do?

APPLICANT: I really thought you’d notice.

SANTA: HR rules. We’re not allowed to ask. But, why a bear?

APPLICANT: It’s a dog!

SANTA: Looks like a bear…

APPLICANT: I mean, which would you rather see: A fat old man waddling about in some sort of fetish get up, or a cute puppy?

SANTA: Sorry. That’s not regulation.

APPLICANT: But this’ll make people remember Christmas during the holiday season.

SANTA: What are you talking about? Christmas is the reason for the season!

APPLICANT: Really? I think you’re forgetting Black Friday and Cyber Monday!

SANTA: Ok, you can wear it under the red suit…

APPLICANT: YES! [does the Onsie Dance]

SANTA: …but I’ve got’ta warn you, it’s gon’na chafe. Hey, wait a minute. Aren’t you that Onsie Boy?

APPLICANT: Onsie Kid. In the fake flesh!

SANTA: That dance went viral here at The Pole. It’s pretty close quarters in the workshop and twenty elves got poked in the eye but they totally love you! Wow! This is going to work out great. Ok, just a couple more question. It’s just a formality, but I’ve got to ask: Are you ok with drugging reindeer?

APPLICANT: You drug the reindeer?

SANTA: Well reindeer don’t fly on their own, you know! Got to get them … high.

APPLICANT: Oh. I guess.

SANTA: And you’ve got to push those elves.

APPLICANT: I thought the elves naturally loved to work hard making presents for all the little boys and girls.

SANTA: Are you kidding me? I swear, if it weren’t for rationing their home heating, they wouldn’t work at all! ...for free …16 hours a day…every day of the year. Oh yes, and how many cookies can you eat?

APPLICANT: Maybe four.

SANTA: This is a deal breaker, son. If you can’t eat at least 27... million, you can’t handle this job.

APPLICANT: Are they gluten-free?

SANTA: Almost never.

APPLICANT: Oh. Then, no problem.

SANTA: Have you got any questions for me?

APPLICANT: Can I use your wifi? (pronounced wiffy)

SANTA: My wifey? What have you heard? Those were trumped up charges. Wifey don’t do that no more.

APPLICANT: Uh... Wi-fi.

SANTA: Oh. That’s much more likely. Well, you’ve got the job. Report for work at 8am.

APPLICANT: I’m sorry, what?

SANTA: You’ve got the job.

APPLICANT: Like 8 in the morning? I mean is Starbucks even open then? Believe me, you do not want to see me without my Starbucks.

SANTA: It’s only one day a year.

APPLICANT: Yeah. You know what? That really doesn’t work for me.

SANTA: Go to bed early.

APPLICANT: I would, but right now, I really need my nights. I’m marathoning Game of Thrones on Netflix and just don’t want to break the momentum.

SANTA: You can sleep-in 363 days, afterward.

APPLICANT: Well…

SANTA: It’s one single day.

APPLICANT: Well… ok.

SANTA: Great. See you bright and early, tomorrow morning!

APPLICANT: Dude! Tomorrow’s like, Christmas Eve!

SANTA: Yes. That’s kind of the point…

APPLICANT: No one works Christmas Eve!

SANTA: Actually, lots of people…

APPLICANT: Ah, if you could just sign my E.I. form to say that I applied, that’d be great.

SANTA: Ugh! Not another one! (Sigh) OK.

[APPLICANT hands over his paperwork and Santa signs it…]

APPLICANT: Maple syrup!

SANTA: Er, what was that?

APPLICANT: Sorry. Tourette's.


The Interview Video: https://youtu.be/tqQ4-MspvkM




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Monday, 9 October 2017

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Beyond my writing, I often publish captioned pics reflecting life events and thoughts. Some end up appearing in articles, but many do not. For those of you who have never visited my Pinterest, Facebook or Twitter accounts, here are some recent parenting-oriented posts....























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Sunday, 6 August 2017

Where Laziness Will Get You




I am not lazy.

That first sentence was a typo but rather than fix it, I decided to just keep typing because it was easier. Weirdly, I am so committed to moving forward, that I will now write an entire article to go with it.

Ok. So, I 'm a certain, perverse kind of lazy.

Because I am lazy, I am deviously sparing with my muscle power and very particular about the projects I tackle. But it's not procrastination; it's detailed planning. Only after I have an acceptable, well-organized and efficient plan will I will jump into a project, but getting to that point can take a while, as my wife will readily attest.

If asked—but often, even if not asked—she will quickly recount how she was forced to cold-shower for a year, before I finally fixed our hot water problem. In my defence, we have a very fancy, computerized gas boiler system that provides both heat and hot water. Our furnace room looks like something straight out of NASA. This one was a strange problem that only affected the shower several minutes in, and three times I thought I had fixed the problem. The first two times she corrected me, saying that her showers were all still going cold, halfway through. I rarely shower, preferring to bathe. If I do have a shower, I'm in and out within 5 minutes. The third time I made a change to the system, I had several test showers over the course of that week and the problem never occurred. We have three tenants living below who use the same hot water system as us. They mostly shower. None of them ever complained. So, I assumed I'd solved the problem.

A year later, while at a house party, we were arguing about something completely unrelated in that playful way that couples do—you know the kind, where everyone else can feel an underlying tension that clearly shows the argument goes much deeper, and you are surrounded by lots of awkward giggles but no one has a sudden urge to refresh their drink or go to the bathroom because this might just get real—and then she segues into: "...it's been over a year and he still hasn't fixed the shower!"

ME: "Wait. What? The shower's not fixed? But you shower every night."
WIFE: "In cold water."
ME: "You mean, you've been showering in cold water for over a year and never thought to mention it?"

It's difficult for a husband to know exactly, but I suppose it might have been adding the belly-laugh to that statement that was truly responsible for us leaving early, me sleeping on the couch and four days of having my supper plate slammed down in front of me. The silence was nice, though.

Or, it might have been this: The shower problem had never totally left my head. I'd mulled it over in background thoughts for many months, even after I'd thought I'd fixed it. In fact, I had come to the conclusion that my last fix should not have worked and was prepared for that eventuality, though in the meantime I went with leaving the complex system well enough alone. So, as soon as we got home from that party, I returned to the furnace room and managed to truly and permanently fix the problem in less than five minutes. As it turned out, this, too, was a tactical error. I proudly reported the real problem identified and repaired—this time, for sure. The way I saw it, I had tried three different things, with each failure helping me track and corner the problem. The failure of my third fix had exposed the true nature of the problem and led me to the correct solution.

The way my wife saw it, she had endured a year of ice-cold showers because I was too lazy to do five minute's work.

Timing might have been a factor, as well; she was brushing ice-cold water out of her hair when I walked into the bathroom with the news.

Or it might have had something to do with the moon. It's all very complicated with wives.

A few days later, I felt brave enough to approach the subject again. I wanted to explain my side of the story.

ME: But you never said anything...
WIFE: Because I told you twice and you didn't fix it.
ME: But I assumed the problem was solved because you never said anything.
WIFE: I gave up. I assumed that you were lazy and incompetent.

It's difficult to adequately relate the confusing emotional impact of such a statement. My pride was definitely sliced, diced and handed to me on a styrofoam platter, marked down for quick sale. But, at the same time, my heart filled with warm fuzzies because even though she had concluded that I was slothlike and simple, she had stayed with me. She definitely loves me. It does make me wonder what other shortcomings she hasn't bothered to mention, but I don't dwell. She loves me!

I've read that incompetent people are unable to recognize their own incompetence, so she may be right about my lack of competency. And she's definitely right about my lazy streak. But what she fails to see is that it's my lazy streak that makes me a good worker. I won't do anything unless I've come up with a plan to do it efficiently and with a very high probability of success. This does mean that I spend a disproportionate amount of time dreaming and scheming, plotting and planning, but once—eventually, finally—I start moving, things tend to come together pretty quickly. Thusly does a year of thinking conclude with a five-minute fix.

Thusly, too, does varnishing our hardwood floors take five years to begin.

"Enter ONLY if you have to! Go slowly—look out for wet spots. Good luck."

From time to time, I'd noticed the varnish wearing thin and mulled the problem over and it always led to the same conclusion: Wait until we move or until they invent antigravity so we can walk on the ceilings for three days.

Initially, I'd refinished the hardwood floors way back when life was simple; we were newly married and had no kids. As well, we had just purchased, and the house was empty. Sanding and giving the entire floor three coats of varnish took less than a week. But that was sixteen years and two kids ago.

We now occupy our house... every inch of it. Some areas are higher-trafficked than others, but there's not a square foot that doesn't get trod on each day. And the ones doing the majority of the trodding are our two children. The minimum drying time before a footfall will damage a coat of varnish is about three hours. We homeschool, so our kids are home most of the day and the maximum amount of time that either one can hold their pee is about two hours—far less, if the internet shuts down. Worse yet, my daughter is crafty and girly and sheds hair like Lassie and glitter like Tinkerbell. I've sanded both out of varnished projects before; it is no fun and probably not healthy to spend that much time resenting a child.

I'd varnish after the kids are in bed, but they now stay up almost as late as me, and besides, my wife's own bladder is about the size of a nickel. Once, when we were dating, I drove into a gas station where she used the toilet, then, just as I was pulling back into traffic, declared that she had to pee again! On balance, she is the fastest pee-er I have ever met. If bathrooms had saloon-style doors, she could enter, do her business and exit before the doors stopped swinging.

Decommissioning an entire floor in our house is almost impossible. And so, I waited... until the project was forced on me...

WIFE: I really think the floors need another coat. They are very worn.
ME: It'll be ok for now. I'll get to it.

 five years later....
WIFE: The floors, especially near the front door, are very, very worn.
ME: I'm working on a plan.

one year later, as I walk in the door...
DAUGHTER: Dad, look! I got a huge sliver. Mom had to dig it out with a razor!
EVERYTHING EXCEPT WIFE'S MOUTH: I told you so.

And so, I varnish, taking a crazy patchwork quilt approach, leaving thin paths to all vital locations. And I lay it on far too thickly even though that creates problems in spreading it evenly. It's my way of ensuring that I don't ever have to do this again: If three thin coats lasted ten years, then two thick ones should buy me fifteen. We'll be retired and down-sizing by then. Refinishing the floors will be someone else's problem.

Then, I clearly mark every path with electric green painter's tape to counter sudden inspirations and gap moments. Secretly, this is mostly for my own benefit.




Our kids are naturally attracted to places I work because, basically, the primary purpose of a Dad is to "guess-what" and "lookit" things. They hover, right next to the edge to show me Pokemon cards or inspirational art-like projects composed of macaroni, ribbon, and sticks and, of course, glitter while asking questions about just how difficult it is to lay a thick coat of varnish and why I am so stressed out about it... while mimicking squirrels and nibbling on crackers. I shoo them away and pick crumbs, hair and glitter from the edge of my workspace.

SON: Lookit, Dad!
ME: Not now.
SON: But Dad!
ME: Nope.
SON: Dad!
ME: What!!
SON: An ant!

During the course of my 12-year career as a Dad, I have lookit-ed about 3790 times. More and more lately, I've been calling it in: "Yeah, yeah. That's super," without actually lookit-ing at all. The kids don't seem to notice.

ME: Yeah, yeah. That's super.

The world keeps on spinning. 

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At three AM on a Friday night, I finish the last patch leading to the bathroom door. It's been a hot night and sweaty work—four hours on my hands and knees with a three-inch sponge brush. Having recently given birth to a 2mm kidney stone I have taken no chances, kept a water bottle close by and made sure to stay hydrated throughout the process—believe me when I tell you that even a 2mm kidney stone will scare you straight like that. I seal the can of varnish for the final time, and it's only as I straighten, unkinking my aching back that I realize that part of the dull throb was a sublimated urge to urinate.

Standing between me and the toilet is a now nine-foot swath of glistening varnish and one hundred and eighty minutes of minimum drying time.

I can do this, I think. Netflix and I can do this!

I head for the requisite supplies. Our junk food cupboard is in the dining room I was varnishing as the kids were going to bed. It's dry enough by now for me to nip in and grab a bag of chips. I open the cupboard and immediately notice a thin moving line of black dots. Sugar ants.

My eye backtracks along the ant-path, down the cupboard, to the floor. A scitter-scatter convoy of ants is marching from the open window, down the wall, heading toward me and the junk food. The varnish has set, so they cross without difficulty over the bodies of previous explorers; ants embedded in varnish, like flies in amber. Those must have been the earliest scouts because their entombed bodies litter the entire dining room floor. I'm afraid to even think beyond, into the living room.

Just then, I have a flashback, just like in a movie, except italicized, like in a novel: "Lookit, Dad! An ant!"

Life has called me out on calling it in.


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Wednesday, 14 December 2016

My Top 10 Parenting Tips




   My kids are remarkably quiet, respectful, well behaved and smart. I started having kids late in life and I like to think that my maturity and wisdom had some impact, but they probably get all the good stuff from their mother's side of the family.

   Regardless, I have gathered all that I have learned as a parent and compressed it into this top-10 list. Yes, I know there are actually 45 things in the list, nevertheless, this is a top-10 list... with bonus material, because the internet is not interested in top-45 lists. Also, there are 46.


1/45 Advice Regarding Advice : Among the first things that come with the parenting experience is a strong set of opinions about parenting accompanied by a looming sense of guilt that you may be failing your child in some way. Children are cute and attract a lot of attention wherever they go, so to add to this self-inflicted pressure is the fact that all the eyes of society are upon you and judging you by your child's behaviour. So my very first advice to a parent is to resist shaming or criticising another parent. Their strong opinions will collide with yours and that sense of possible guilt will make them defensive and likely volatile. Unless they ask, never tell another parent how to raise their kids. And if they ask, be gentle. It's the hardest criticism to take and you may not know what you are talking about. Feel the overwhelming urge to share? Do what I do: write a blog that few read.

2/45 One thing to keep in mind that will help you sympathize with the parents of "wayward" children is that kids are born with natural dispositions firmly in place. Some of those built-in tendencies do not fit well into society and it can be a long and delicate task to redirect this innate behaviour without breaking the child's spirit.

3/45 Your children will act out, behave in bizarre ways or blurt inappropriate things in public. Try not to worry what others think because your kids can detect this and use your discomfort as a tool to get what they want. Remember: People who haven't raised children have no clue. People who have, are probably sympathetic. Those unwise enough to judge you, are not wise enough to competently advise you.



4/45 Yelling is ineffective. The one thing that kids crave above all else is your attention. And they don't discriminate between good and bad attention, the way an adult might. So when you yell at your kids for misbehaving, you may actually be rewarding their little reptile brains and encouraging their antics. For this reason, they are unlikely to stop jumping on the couch just because you yelled at them.

5/45 Actions speak louder than words. If their misbehaviour is physically interrupted, kids consider that a negative thing. Instead of yelling, get off your butt and stop them.

6/45 Follow through on your threats. This way, you'll be more careful about using threats and your children will learn to respect your authority. People who yell at their kids, but never physically enforce their threats have children who ignore them. And, they end up yelling a lot. You can't parent from a chair.

7/45  Similarly, follow through on your promises so that they become effective incentives, and also so that your kids learn to keep their promises, in the future.

8/45 Fight those early battles well: Parents are busy people and disciplining is often inconvenient. But, if you make a point of putting up with any inconvenience and addressing the issues early on, your kids will more quickly understand that they can not blackmail you with the inconvenience and you will endure far fewer interruptions, in the long run. Fail to do this and the smallest battles will rage on for years.



9/45 As long as your kids feel loved, safe and secure, the rest is much less important. The more love, safety and security you can provide, the less impact your parenting mistakes will have.

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I'm not absolutely against spanking kids, but I have to mention that I've never had to do it in my eleven years as a parent. If they are well loved, then a well-deserved spanking will not psychologically scar them. However, as I believe they copy what we do, I can't really justify smacking a kid and then telling them not to smack others, or not to bully, because that's basically what a spanking is; conquering by force. The only times I've ever truly been tempted to smack my child was when he or she deliberately hurt my other child, or when they suddenly did something foolish and put themselves in harm's way. The reaction is instinctive, but I've managed to catch myself, just in time. I did, once, flick my son painfully on the shoulder when he recklessly endangered his little sister. It hurt his feelings more than his body, but I still feel guilty about this because of the look of betrayal he gave me.

11/45 Be fair in your punishments: If you punish too often, or are too heavy handed, you will be less effective. Especially in the heat of the moment, refrain from overreacting. I am slow to mete out punishment, usually starting with warnings, escalating to punishments if the behaviour persists.
Early on, I had a theory that consequence would be a much better teacher than punishment. For example, if they broke a toy, then that toy would not be available to them and would not be replaced and I hoped this would teach them to care for their possessions. At first, it seemed to work. I could sit with a 4-year-old and explain things like "if you don't go to sleep at bedtime, you will be tired the next day and might even get sick," and they seemed to get it and avoid the problem in the future.
   This idea worked really well until my kids were about eight. I guess that's when they realized that I was neither God nor Encylopedia Britannica and that the things I said might not be absolute truths. After that, they were not so easily persuaded by words and the idea of consequence. Instead, they began looking for ways to cheat the system. For instance, when my son got in the habit of chatting to his sister keeping her awake, long after bedtime. I am very reluctant to punish, so I talked to him a few times. He lowered his voice to a whisper but continued. Finally, I revoked all of his computer privileges. Then he finally understood that I was serious and that there were consequences that mattered to him. That problem vanished.

12/45 Fairness and expectation: Kids—especially below the age of six—don't see unfairness the way adults do because they only have the expectations that we give them. For instance, my kids are often not allowed the same sugary/salty snacks as most of the other kids they play with. When they were very young, we told them that it was because we wanted them to be healthy, and we demonstrated our resolve by leaving events the first couple of times they made a fuss. These days, my kids are usually the only ones not hovering around the chip bowl and pestering their parents for more. And they do not feel cheated at all. Further demonstrating the point is the fact that the other kids quickly accepted that "normal" was the William M. Dean-kids having only 3-4 potato chips while everyone else filled a bowl.

13/45 Don't expect to be fair, all the time. Just because you eat cake does not mean that they get a piece, too. That's not how life works and anyway, ultimately, everything balances out because every material thing you never got forced you to become a better person. My sister has a little saying that she uses to cut short the whining: "Life's not fair, don't compare."

14/45 Be stingy with rewards but generous with praise. Try to find something positive to say about anything your child is proud of but save high praise and rewards for when it's genuinely deserved. They will come to understand the difference and properly learn to evaluate their own efforts.

15/45 Lead by example: From what I've observed with friends and family, your daughter will tend to mimic her mother's behaviour and your son will mimic his father's. It's obvious to us that my son takes after my wife's family, in body and brain, and yet, he thinks and behaves more like me. The exact opposite is true of my daughter.

16/45 Kids copy–what you don't do, as well as what you do. I allow my kids to see stuff that includes foul language because trying to prevent exposure is impractical, but I do not swear. As a result, my kids know all the bad words and phrases, but they never use them.



17/45 Curse words: Don't worry about your kids hearing bad words. There is no way you can stop it and the lesson they really need to learn is not to repeat them. Bad words and most other taboos are completely arbitrary, but not respecting those taboos can affect your child's future, so they need to learn who those words will offend and what the social consequences are.

18/45 Sexual content: Don't worry about them being accidentally exposed to sexual images. Kids only "see" what they understand. If what they see generates questions, then they are old enough to hear the answers. However, be careful to only answer what they specifically ask. Answer clinically and don't take things further unless prodded by another question. You might be surprised at how many obvious questions they don't ask.

19/45 Violent media: Do worry about exposing them to violent media—especially movies. This scares kids and makes them feel unsafe. Also, so much of what the media serves is unrealistically frequent and sadistic, which can skew their world view.



20/45 Expectation, habit, comfort zones: One way to think about parenting is that you are instilling expectations, comfort zones and habits. An expectation might be "that you eat your vegetables because they are healthy." A good habit is something like brushing teeth. A comfort zone might be having a family reading time, just before bed. (Habits eventually become comfort zones, so the two are difficult—maybe impossible—to distinguish.)

21/45 No sugar before 5 years old: I read this somewhere and thought it might work, so we tried it with both our kids. They are now 9- and 11-years old and both like sweets, but are very picky. They won't eat crappy store-bought birthday cake and don't care at all that every other kid at the party is chowing down. They also do not overindulge in sweets and never hover when junk food is put out. We monitor it minimally, but it takes them almost the entire year to eat their Hallowe'en haul, and that's after they've given away everything they don't like. On the other hand, they must monitor me constantly to keep me away from their goodie bags because I'd lick sugar off a bee's bottom if I couldn't get it any other way.

22/45 Dental hygiene: Brush their teeth for them, at least twice a day, until they are 5 or 6 to make sure they develop the habit and learn how to do a good job. After that, they should brush after every meal and you will have to constantly check to make sure they are doing a good job. Electric toothbrushes have a built-in timer which makes it easier to set a standard. Beyond brushing, we make our kids floss while watching TV, using the little plastic dental floss sticks, often called kid- or line-flossers. When it's not convenient to brush after a meal, we give our kids sugarless gum. We choose the adult-oriented mint-flavoured ones because we don't want them to love it enough to develop a gum-chewing habit. We also restrict this to no more than once a day. Neither of my kids has ever had a cavity.



23/45 Be conservative how much dental work is performed on your children. The best medicine is to not get sick. Everything else is a compromise. Make sure that your kids brush well and floss regularly. Have regular checkups and cleanings. So many people have dental insurance through their jobs that it has become increasingly common that children have a lot of dental work done. Every filling they get will eventually weaken their teeth. When they are in their 40's and 50's, this will start to become a problem. I'm proof of that. I haven't had a cavity in more than 20 years and yet the teeth that were filled in my childhood are slowly crumbling apart around the fillings, and there is nothing I can do to prevent it.

24/45 Be stingy with medicine. The rule that we have been able to adhere to for the past 11 years is that our kids only get medicine if a sickness is preventing them from eating or sleeping. Only once, at Christmas, did we ever doses one of our kids to get him through an event, and only then because he was almost over the illness. On top of this, we make sure they get plenty of sleep.
   To fight fevers during the day, we've had good results from tepid baths. When their bodies are radiating heat, a tepid bath will feel uncomfortably cold, but we make them stay in at least 5 minutes and try to get them to fully immerse. If they can do 15 minutes, the relief lasts longer... a couple of hours, with our kids.
   We also give them homemade green tea popsicles which may help lower their fever, but certainly works as a distraction without introducing sugar, which I believe to be anti-medicine.



25/45 Children equate physical pain with emotional pain, or even just discomfort until they've gained enough experience to discriminate. At nine years old, my daughter is still unable to clearly distinguish many forms of discomfort from actual pain, which is sometimes panic-inducing for me, when trying to diagnose a sickness or injury.

26/45 Kids need their sleep. It's important for their general health, and doubly important if they are sick. I put sleep near the top of the health pyramid, second only to air. Kids who get lots of sleep don't get sick as often and recover more quickly.

27/45 Bedtimes should be strictly enforced, for the kids' good health, but also for the mental health of their parents. Every minute your children stay up past their bedtime eats into your recovery time. Tapped out adults can not provide their children with the best care.

28/45 When they are babies, don't tiptoe around the house while they nap. Make them bulletproof nappers. The first few times it might seem crazy, but babies will sleep when they are tired, regardless of the circumstances so that's the best time to train them to ignore their surroundings. If your children are well trained to sleep you can enjoy a few hours of normal adult time—have a heated discussion, entertain guests or watch a loud movie. Occasionally, my wife and I will turn on the light in their bedroom and have a short discussion, while watching them sleep.
   NOTE: This will only work when the kids need rest. My daughter always wanted naps, so she slept during the day. But, even as an infant, my son was simply never tired during the day and only slept at night. My daughter was the polar opposite, sleeping so much that I seriously considered seeking medical advice. I tried, but never found any way to change their natural sleeping patterns. 

29/45 Let the baby cry. My initial theory was that if I rushed in every time the baby cried, he would learn that everything is ok and that he doesn't need to cry. In retrospect, this was a foolish notion. In fact, he learned to cry whenever he was not otherwise occupied. It took months to retrain both of us.

30/45 Self-esteem is trust in oneself. Like all trust, it can not be gifted, but must be earned. Praise, alone, can not build self-esteem. Only real accomplishments are confidence/self-esteem builders. Encourage your kids to do stuff! This is especially important for girls because our society emphasizes beauty over personality and integrity while encouraging women to use their sexuality as social currency, all of which tends to undermine long-term self-esteem.



31/45 Let them be bored. It teaches them to think, imagine and how to cope with boredom. It also makes chores and reading more attractive. Admittedly, this is a tough one for parents to endure because children tend to wander around pestering the adults when they are bored. I heard one parent tell her children: "Go outside and do something. You'll feel better about yourself." And I thought it was very good advice because going outside is therapeutic and doing something—regardless how insignificant—contributes to self-esteem.

32/45 Hold your kids close whenever you can. Soon enough, they won't let you. Parenting is a never-ending process of letting go.

33/45 Spend time with them. One of the things they want more than anything else is time with their parents. You do not always have to come all the way down to their level or pay them full attention. My kids like playing in the yard while I'm gardening; happy to run and jump and come back to ask me questions or relate their observations about grass and bugs, every three or four seconds. It's not exactly adult time but I do get to dig up some weeds and, occasionally, complete an entire thought.
   For toddlers, a great summer idea I saw online was to give them a paint bucket of water and a paintbrush and have them paint the fence with water! Wish I'd thought of that one.



34/45 You can't pour tea from an empty cup. Take care of yourself and your spouse first. If you are completely drained, you will have nothing to offer your children. Also, a lot of parenting is about letting go. As your kids get older, they will want their independence. In their 20's they probably won't be around much. Your spouse is your only constant companion in life. Take care of that relationship, not only is it your life preserver, it is, ultimately, the cruise ship you want to get back to.

35/45 Don't let kids get between you and your spouse. Kids are natural manipulators. And they start surprisingly early. When she was about four, my daughter tried to leverage a divide between my wife and I during an argument by asking me a pointed question the answer to which would likely have rekindled the debate, had we not recognized the manipulation attempt. At that time, my daughter viewed her mother as "The Enforcer" and me as "Mr. Funtimes" and was hoping to secure an ally in her minor disagreements with my wife. We presented a united front, saying that we do not agree on the topic, but that we did not expect to agree on everything, which seemed to put her in her place.

36/45 Stay together as long as possible. A reason for splitting up that is commonly deemed acceptable is that your unhappiness will affect the kids by showing them a bad model of marriage. Generally, I don't agree. Kids are basically all about themselves. They are barely aware that you and your wife have a relationship, let alone that it may be a bad one. All they really care about is stability and security and having love heaped upon them. If they had a vote, they would tell you to stay together and be miserable. From what I've seen, even an amicable divorce is a psychological ordeal for children that should be avoided, if at all possible.

37/45 Lie to your kids: We all lie to our kids about things like the Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny and Santa Claus not for their benefit, but for our own. We want to foster those too-cute moments of magical wonder and drink them in like ambrosia. Ok—but you're really not doing your kids any favours by convincing them that magic exists, not to mention confusing the "truth is always best" message. As soon as they become sceptical, don't invest a lot of energy into prolonging the lie. If they ask the question, it is completely ok to tell them the answer, provided they are old enough to keep a secret from other kids because if they tell other kids who aren't ready—or, more likely, whose parents are not ready—you will probably find yourself in a heap of social trouble. If your kids can't be trusted with such a secret, lie your butt off or prepare to face the social consequences.



38/45 Teach them that taking responsibility earns priviledge. All children should have chores. Start when they are very young, even though it will mean constant monitoring and reminding, because toddlers will accept work willingly. They have a built-in urge to grow up and no expectations, so they don't categorize tasks as "work" or "play." These chores should earn them trust, and privileges and lead to ever larger tasks. They also contribute to confidence and self-esteem.

39/45 Developmental Stages: It may drive you absolutely nuts, but while they are growing you will have to repeat the exact same things to them a million times until, magically, one day they seem to just suddenly "get it." It's not that they don't want to obey, it's that they can't.
   My wife and I exhausted ourselves enforcing things like "no running in the house," "no yelling in the house," toilet training and putting away the toys. I especially remember the running thing, when my son was about four. He was very smart and unusually obedient but when I asked him to stop running, he'd take about three walking steps and then break into a run again, apparently having completely forgotten the entire encounter. Then one day, he just didn't run in the house anymore. I eventually concluded that their brains were just not able to process the instruction until that one certain brain cell was born and then, suddenly, they could.
   I don't recall any such issues between six and ten years old, but now, at eleven, my son is suddenly overcome with energy which he constantly vents as piercing vocalizations. He seems completely unaware that he's even being loud, so getting him to quiet down is a continuous effort. My wife and I are anxiously awaiting the birth of that new brain cell.

40/45 My daughter is a bit messy, constantly leaving her things all over the house. To help her see how this is inconvenient for the rest of us, I started referring to her as my "roommate." The roommate analogy seems to help her understand that we are equally sharing the common spaces and that it's unfair for one person to monopolize that space. It also makes her think about the future when she might actually be a roommate. How to be a good roommate is a good concept to teach because if they have abrasive and indulgent habits at home, they may be difficult for others to live with which will affect every future relationship, from roommate to life-partner.

41/45 Once they are old enough to care, let them wear what they want as long as it does not impact anyone but themselves. Going out on a winter day without a jacket will not make them sick; only germs can do that. However, they should be taught to be prepared. Leaving home without appropriate attire may put someone else at an inconvenience if the child becomes uncomfortable, or there is an unexpected emergency situation.



42/45 Instead of phrasing a question as yes/no, presenting only acceptable options can avoid an unacceptable response. For instance, Instead of asking, "How much broccoli would you like?" try using "Would you like two pieces of broccoli or four?" Your child will feel like he/she has made a choice and will be more likely to willingly accept the outcome.

43/45 My sister's tip: At large gatherings, kids often get involved in petty squabbles which can lead to a near-constant line of disgruntled young ones complaining to the adults. When kids report on other kids, one effective filter is to say: "Is someone hurt? Is something broken? If not, then you are just tattling and we parents do not need to get involved."

44/45 The Attitude Dance: (Another of my sister's tips) Whenever my sister's kids persisted with a bad attitude, she and/or their siblings might call out "Attitude Dance!" at which point the offender had to dance while singing Patti LaBelle's New Attitude song until they snapped out of it. It's completely silly and slightly embarrassing, but it works so well that most of the homeschoolers in our circles now do it. I will say that this is something that is best started young. Once they reach the teenage years, it can still work, but you have to consider the embarrassment factor and use restraint in invoking it and, once invoked, you will need the support of all involved to make it stick. CAUTION: I would not recommend this for kids over 8 who attend school. A school contains a larger population than most homeschooled kids have to deal with, so schooled children can be much more exposed and affected by public opinion.

45/45 A friend of mine shared this trick for getting a fussy baby to accept a soother: if they spit it out, tap the end of it. They will instinctively clamp down and hold on to it, after that.



46/45 Another friend of mine makes her kids participate in the following conversation whenever they whine about a decision she's made that they deem unfair to kids...
MY FRIEND: "What do kids do?"
KID (rolling eyes): "What adults say."
MY FRIEND: "And, what do adults do?"
KID (resigned sigh): "Anything they want."
Oft-repeated phrases like this tend to cut short the whining.



   Of course, reading 46 or even 4600 parenting tips isn't going to make the job a breeze. I can only hope that you find some of these of such value that you name at least one of your children after me and mention me in your will. Anything beyond that may be asking too much.


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