For Girls

So we've hit that time. At almost 4, CJ finally uttered the words...I can't get that. It's for girls. It broke my heart. I know it is related to him going to school because the little girls there often tell him "this is just for girls" but he never really paid attention to them before. This time he flipping through a catalog picking out things for his birthday party and remarked he couldn't get the pink pirate set. Mind you he has the pink pirate cards at home that he loves. It really bothered me as I tried desperately to figure out how to explain to him that he didn't need to follow what society deemed to be appropriate for boys and girls. My mind started racing toward all of the things he might now limit himself to because it was a guys thing. Would my sensitive boy stop caring so much or decide that boys don't cry? Will he feel that he has to play sports instead of paint pictures? Will he give up believing in fairies as they are all marketed toward children? Breathe, Courtney, breathe. This morning he woke up, put on several of Ceirnan's pink and purple hair bows, and decided he wanted to wear at least one for the day which he did while he did his morning run from the stop sign to the car. SIGH.

Bad Parent

So I admit it...I try to be the perfect parent. I do worry about being one (perhaps the only) mom that doesn't stay at home out of all of the moms in CJ's class. I'm always the first to sign up for things and go out of my way to send treats at least once a month. I'm always worried that I am not doing enough or we don't look as engaged as we should be. I find it funny since I really don't worry about what most people think of me as a person. Still when it comes to my kids I don't want them to be negatively affected by my choices.

Anyway, this is way deeper than I wanted to get. What I really wanted to say is that I sent my kid to school today without having given him a bath last night. I know...I know...shocking. LOL! I don't want him to be the smelly kid in class, but I was literally falling asleep on the couch. He was exhausted and started crying. Umm...yeah...it was like 8pm, but sometimes you are just tired. Usually if that happens, I get him up early and either give him a bath or throw him in the shower with Case or I. Today, I let him sleep. Hopefully he wasn't that stinky!

Extreme Parenting

This weekend I was shocked to find out that we are "extreme parents". LOL! There is a show on cable called Extreme Parenting. I wasn't aware, but many of the things that we do are considered extreme. For instance, the show featured a segment on gender neutral parenting. For those of you who read this blog, you know I just talked about how I do think it's important, but there are limitations on it. In the segment, they filmed toys such as a little kitchen and talked about how this kid has a pink castle. CJ has a little kitchen and a purple castle. It never dawned on me that those things were girls toys. They also talked about teaching the boys to cook. CJ has been cooking in our kitchen since he was about two-years-old. He can pretty much make cookies, cupcakes, and brownies without me at this point (except for putting them into the oven). Again, I never realized that I was teaching him a girl thing.

Another segment talked about attachment parenting. It is something I did finally read up on a bit between CJ and Ceirnan as we were practicing portions of it without even knowing. For instance, we co-sleep with our babies. A practice many people are completely against even though there is research out there that shows fewer children die from co-sleeping than from SIDS. We also were not fans of the cry it out method although it worked well for many of our friends. When both the kids were babies, especially for the first three months, they were held practically all day long. With Ceirnan, I have a Moby wrap, which I prefer to wear rather than pushing her in the stroller, but she does get buggy rides too. The funny thing is we did these things because they felt natural to us not because we knew anything about attachment parenting. Reading up on it, only gave me some good information to provide people who chose to criticize our choices. I remember hearing from a family member that our style of parenting would cause our child not to know how to self-sooth. That was completely not what we were finding. He was able to quiet himself quickly and in fact is less likely to come to us when he falls down or bumps himself.

Of course the next point, came breastfeeding. I admit on this some say we're extreme, but I definitely don't think we go as far as many parents do. It's an area everyone needs to decide on there own. I breastfed CJ until just after he 2nd birthday. We decided to let him go that long based on research and suggestions from the World Health Organization. I will likely do the same for Ceirnan if she wants to go that long. She's definitely different than CJ and I can see her wanting to stop before he did. He was in love with breastfeeding and just wanted to cuddle with Mom. Ceirnan has a little more let's get down to business attitude. Plus, she has an older sibling who she wants to be just like.

Anyway, it was an interesting reflection. I guess I'll follow the advice that I give all my friends who are having children. Trust yourself...do what you think is good for your kids...ignore what others say or at the very least take it with a grain of salt.

Life or Something Like It

It's been awhile since I blogged. Life kind of caught me by surprise and I've been working through it a bit. The past three years have brought about so many changes and a great deal of loss. There are nights when I sit up...a lot of nights actually...with a heavy heart wondering when things will "get back on track". The days are not so bad. Life is busy. My children laughing can sustain me for hours. Hugs, kisses, and I love yous are a staple in our house. We seldom go more than an hour without one of us showing some love.

At night though...it's different. I'm often lost. I lay in bed thinking about the kind of woman I want to be...the kind of woman I want my daughter to see. Then things hit me. The loss of my best friend who is still alive but is unreachable to me. The loss of my grandparents and how it ties into my feelings of having no roots. How I used to love the fact that I/we had no roots...we could pick up tomorrow...we could be anywhere we wanted. The realization that ultimately I can only rely on myself and that I must make difficult decisions on my own. I think of how life deals everyone blows and if God is up there what he or she wants us to get from all of this.

Last night was a good night. My father is in town, some friends came for dinner, CJ sang songs for me. All should have been right by the world, but I was still up all night. I miss my daughter. It's strange to me that I can miss a child that was never born. I'm sure it's strange to other people too. I love Ceirnan so much and I think about how if we didn't lose Lucy we wouldn't have Ceirnan. However, I just want both of them. Lucy is just such a real presence in my mind and in my heart. I feel her missing on holidays and I think about what she would be doing now. I know it's a process, but I'm not certain I'll ever feel differently.

Gender Neutral

So I've always planned on raising my children in a gender neutral environment. It's very important to me that they aren't forced to follow specific stereotypes simply because they were born male or female. I touted this philosophy to anyone who would listen before I had children and worked at integrating the philosophy after CJ was born. Recently, however, I've begun to realize how difficult that philosophy is to maintain. In some cases choices I made for toys or clothing colors or books were made simply because I liked them not because they "follow" my philosophy.

I've also noticed that when many people, myself included in some instances, talk of gender neutrality they really mean it more for girls than boys. I caught myself in this conundrum the other day and my reaction blew me away. We were at Kmart dropping in quickly to pick up a pail and shovel on our way down to the beach. We stopped by the clothing section to get a few things for CJ that could carry him until he's ready for spring/summer clothes as he just hit a huge growth spurt. CJ was running around, showing me things, and half paying attention. I was hurried because I wanted us to get the beach before sunset. He grabs a shirt, hugs it to him, and says something like, "Oh, Mama! This is my favorite. I love yellow. I really want it." I glance up from my rummaging through sales racks and say- "That's a girl shirt. Put it back." Then I stopped and thought what have I just said? Does that blow my whole philosophy out the window? I would never tell Ceirnan she couldn't have a shirt out of the boys section. I've been wearing boys clothes all my life. It would never cross my mind to say that to her, yet I'm telling CJ he can't have a girls shirt.

I honestly haven't been able to reconcile it yet or to decide whether to accept that now that he's in school I will be doing things differently or to go back and buy him the yellow shirt. I just know that my reaction surprised me and disappointed me a bit. In other aspects, we make decisions that we didn't even knew were gender neutral. We bought CJ a "Cleaning Caddy" and a little kitchen one Christmas. It never dawned on me that other people would think of these things as girls toys until a friend commented on them to that affect. I should have realized it when they were located in the "girls" section at Toys R Us.

The hard part is as much as we may want to make a difference and raise our children differently, the fact of the matter is they have to function in this society. Is imparting my believes that go against the mainstream going to jeopardize his or her happiness in the end or is imparting those beliefs going to make him or her grow into a self-sustaining, strong individual? Maybe it'll do both. I guess the best thing I can do is keep trying to balance out my kids' lives and try to hold myself accountable to my philosophy.

Breastfeeding

First, I just want to make clear that every mother needs to make a decision about breastfeeding on her own and in the best interest of her child. I have plenty of friends who have chosen formula or have supplemented with formula for a variety of reasons. I am not one of the women who looks down on other mothers for making decisions that are different than my own especially when those decisions are necessary for the happiness or health of their children. All that being said...here is my discussion on breastfeeding.

It's hard. LOL! No one tells women how hard and tiring breastfeeding can be, which is why many women get frustrated and give up. I was lucky. Both on my children took to breastfeeding immediately. Don't get me wrong there is a bit of a learning curve, but they both pretty much latched on right after the were born. CJ didn't let go for two years. I believe in the health benefits of breastfeeding and exclusively provide breast milk for the first year until cow's milk can be given.

It's amazing. It creates, in my opinion, a wonderful bond with your child and allows you time to soak up motherhood. Since they both loved to feed I spent the first 6-8 weeks feeding and feeding and feeding and feeding them. There are times when it doesn't feel amazing. When you are so tired you think you're going to pass out. When you do pass out and then feel guilty because maybe he or she could have fallen. When you realize that you will never again have the same shape you once did.

However, breastfeeding is especially important to me being a working mother. With CJ in particular, I really felt like I was missing out. I had to work;I was in law school during the evenings; and the commute was an hour or so each way. We really couldn't afford for me to stay home or at least we thought we couldn't at the time. The time that I spent breastfeeding was CJ and Mama time. It was the one thing I could give to him that no one else could. With Ceirnan a lot of the same feelings are there, but its not as stressful because my husband is a stay-at-home dad now, we live within five minutes of work, and I finished school.

I remember vividly breastfeeding in the car outside of the law school or running back to Philly (a 60 min. drive) to breastfeed quickly before turning around and going halfway back before school. It was stressful. The more stressful part was pumping. I know some women who swear by it, but the breast pump is my nemesis. I hate it. I hate all that it represents. I hate having to sit in my office and attempt to think about my child (who I am heartbroken to leave) and try to squeeze out enough ounces for the baby while I'm gone.

This time around it's easier. I'm pumping 2-3 bottles a day while she is only eating 1 bottle a day. I've got piles of milk frozen. It's awesome. With CJ I had to pump around 24-32 oz per day since I was gone so much. There were times when it just didn't happen. Then I would panic and be up half the night trying to get a bit more out. Then there are days, like today, when I forget the pump so I just sit here hurting and knowing that it's going to be that much harder tomorrow since my body is catching the signal that I don't need as much milk any more.

I'm glad that I do it. I feel good about it even when people think I'm crazy for it. Even when I get stares from people if I'm out. It makes me feel like I may never be able to give them all that they need, but at least I can give them this.

Progress Report

This week CJ's school had parent-teacher conferences. Yes, he's 3 1/2 and he already has a parent-teacher conference. Not only did we have a conference, we received a complete evaluation or progress report. Given that last year he was only 2 1/2 and was just becoming potty trained I'd say he progressed nicely. To be fair, the teacher thinks he doesn't have any real gaps either. The question is why did I feel so strange during the conference? Why did a feel a sense of defensiveness even though there was nothing to be defensive about. Partially, I think it's because I find it a bit strange that children so young are being "evaluated" even though it shows that the program he is in is a good one. Partially, I think it's because it's the first time we've been through it.

The teacher didn't really say anything that surprised me. CJ is above average in cognitive and language skills compared to his peers, but is a bit behind socially. This is precisely why we put him in preschool. It's also a bit frustrating because it's not something we can "help" with except to keep exposing him to children. We have absolutely no children around us and none of our friends have children. Unless we happen to go to a party where someone else's friends have children or are back in Kansas City, he gets no interaction with children outside of preschool and music school. The information did solidify our decision that we need to find some camps for CJ this summer just so that he can keep interacting with children. The teacher said he seems to like the other kids and he is very kind so they love him, but that he isn't likely to try and play with them or to join in a group. That raised more questions for me too- how much of those things are developmental and how much of those things are personality? One of the tools on the evaluation dealt with sensory toys (namely playdough) and it was marked he only likes to play with those things occasionally. Maybe the kid just doesn't like playdough or maybe he thinks that they aren't playing it right since Mama will only let him play it when there is wax paper down. How does not playing with playdough indicate that he might be a bit behind in Fine Motor skills?

The other thing he likes to do is visit every station (painting, blocks, etc) more than once during free time, which means he doesn't spend much time at each station. The teachers seem to think this is very odd and might be related to his development. However, CJ and I are a lot alike and I feel like I know why he does it. He likes lists and to check things off. For instance if I ask what he has done that day, he will say- ate breakfast... check, brushed teeth... check, went to Kmart with Daddy...check. I know it sounds strange, but that is completely the way I am and was. I can remember writing myself lists as young as around 6-7 at school just so I could put the check mark next to the item when I was done. I liked seeing all the check marks at the end of the day. Isn't that more of a personality thing that a developmental one? She doesn't seem to think that he can't concentrate at the task only that he likes to choose all of the tasks.

This conference also brought up an issue I've already started thinking about. When should CJ go to kindergarten. The teacher explained that some of his social delay is in line with his age, but are more apparent because he is the youngest one in his class. A couple of his peers are almost a whole year older than he is. It begs the question of whether we enroll him in kindergarten when he's five because he is smart or do we wait until he's six because his level of maturity will be more in line with that class? I don't think we really need to think about it this year, but it's definitely a concern of mine.

All in all it just made me realize this only gets harder.