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The Difficult Relationships Between Girls

closeup of a strawberryMy daughter has been having some trouble getting along with one of her girlfriends in her preschool class. She makes friends fairly easily and has a large group of girls she likes to play with. Some of them are her age, and based on the structure of the preschool room, some of them are a year younger.

She gets along with almost all of them. It not unusual for us to take a long time leaving the school for all of the hugs and goodbye wishes.

There is one girl, though, that has been her “best friend” since they were two. The two of them are both strong-willed young women. It is because of their strong personalities, that they often clash. The often both want to be in charge of what to play and who does what in their made up games. This leads to disagreements and hard feelings and often ends with one of them telling the teacher about whatever transgressions might have occurred.

This relationship has come to a head as of late. Both of their birthdays are within a couple of months of each other. So they have taken turns inviting and uninviting each other to their respective birthday parties. It’s causing my daughter so much stress that she’s ended up in tears when she tried to tell me about the latest argument of the day.

I am at a loss on how to help her. Most of my friends now and growing up were boys and not just because there were more men in all of my Rocket Science related classes in college. I have had and, to a certain extent, continue to have a harder time connecting with women in friendship than with men. I remember examples during college and high school, of my girl friends getting upset and holding grudges for things that I never understood.

Now that I see this happening for my daughter, I don’t know what to tell her. Do I tell her that it might be the first time she’s having girlfriend trouble but it probably won’t be the last time she will have a disagreement with a girlfriend?

I have told her to use her words and to try to tell this friend what upsets her when it upsets her and why she is upset. Rather than just run to the teacher or hold it inside, I have told her to try to express herself with her words. If all else fails, I have told her to play with the other girls, or boys, in her class if she and this girlfriend just can’t work things out. This might not be the best advice but it’s all I have to offer.

In the end, things just keep changing. By the end of the week that brought on this whole birthday invite/uninvite back and forth, the two of them were the best of friends again.

I have to admit, that I didn’t understand the friendships between girls when I was a girl, and I have achieved no more understanding now that I am all grown up.


by Rocket Science Mom


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Old Friends

silhouette of 2 people on park benchSomeone I was great friends with in high school but hadn’t seen for over 25 years recently moved a few miles away from me.  We’ve gotten a chance to reconnect and resume a friendship that was rooted in a small high school (there were 40 kids in my graduating class) and it’s been a really great experience.

While we lost touch after we went to college, having someone who knew me back when I was the age my kids are now has been fun.  It’s made me remember what it was like to be 15 again, all the good and the bad.  It’s great to see what parts of people remain true to their core, and which parts mature and mellow with age.  But it also affirms that the relationships our kids have with people now are important relationships that will come back to them when they get older.

For me, it’s made me take a breath and look at my kid’s friends.  Which ones will I still have hanging out at my house in ten years?  Which ones will I go to their weddings?  Which ones will be lifelong friends and which ones are people that just pass through our lives?

Those moments from middle school and high school where we found out who are true friends were, and those who were not, those moments that make us cringe and tear up even today- my kids are experiencing these moments right now.  I hope I can make some of it easier for them, and I hope they get through it with less scar tissue and more happy memories than most.

I feel really lucky to have great friends who’ve known me for most of my life still be part of my life today.  It’s  comforting to know that you can outgrow your immaturity, but still keep friendships and relationships alive, even after years of absence.  That’s the blessing of good friends, and I hope my kids are as lucky as I feel right now.

by Whitney Hoffman

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Size Matters

tallest and shortest men in world at tableI wrote last week about the tendencies toward negative thinking one of my boys has. We’ve had a new development, so of course I’m sharing.

I’ve often teased him about being like Eeyore when he gets all mopey and predicts that something will be bad and life is sad. Aaaaaaand so on. There are ebbs and flows to his anger. Sometimes he’s fairly mild, while there have been other times when he was deeply angry.

It’s not a rage. It’s just a deep-seated burn. I don’t know how else to describe it. The first time he went through this, he was 5 or 6 years old. It turned out at the time he had a serious misconception that I wanted him to be a girl. Once he was released from that idea the anger subsided.

There were other angry phases over the years. We’re in one again. This time, the problem that drives him is his size. We measured him last week and I looked up growth charts online. If I’ve got the right numbers, he’s in the 25th percentile for height, while his twin brother is in the 97th percentile. Ouch.

I’m taking them each for a physical this week to confirm those numbers. The last time he was measured by the doctor (3 years ago) he was in the 50th percentile so I haven’t been too worried. We did sports physicals the other years, so his overall growth rate wasn’t addressed.

He’s been upset about his size for a long time, but lately his anger is bubbling over and increasing his Eeyore factor.

So far, all we can do is look at him and say that he’s not even a teenager yet, and that there are a good ten years of possible growth ahead. There’s no way to know what the future will hold. It’s entirely possible that he’ll outgrow his twin, but it’s equally possible that he won’t. We don’t know. We can’t help him. All we can do is wait.

He doesn’t find any of that very comforting.

Last week was pretty angry again, and it wasn’t until Thursday that he admitted that he’s upset about his stature again. We talked. He cried. I agreed that this situation stinks. It’s not fair.

But.

What if?

What if he were a child in a war-torn country, where guerrilla soldiers sweep through town raping and killing, then drag him off to be a child soldier. Would that be worse than being short?

He thought for a long time. No….he said. Being short isn’t as bad as that.

I threw out a couple of other extreme situations, and he agreed that they were also worse. We talked about how I wasn’t trying to belittle his situation. Nope. Definitely terrible.

But when you focus only on your own problems, they tend to get bigger. Take a minute and look around at the world and see that so many others have worse situations; then your own life doesn’t seem quite so bad.

The anger seems to have subsided a bit, and he’s looking forward to talking to the doctor. If nothing else we can have a fresh eye on the situation and he can evaluate whether there’s anything to actually worry about.

I’m thankful that he trusts me enough to have the conversation we did. Maybe someday he’ll even feel comfortable enough to bring up a problem rather than getting so upset beforehand.

by AmyL

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Don't Act Interested, *BE* Interested.

My friend Megin recently provided us with some tips on dealing with kids and their school projects. One of her suggestions struck a deep chord with me: “Don’t act interested- BE interested.”

You and I take parenting seriously. We are earnest, sincere, and deeply devoted to being the best parents we can be. But that’s not how it always plays out, is it? There are times when we drift away from our role as parents, distracted by whatever else is going on for us. Maybe we’re hungry, maybe we’re tired, maybe we are dreaming about that faraway place, sipping drinks with little umbrellas in them. There’s nothing wrong with that, we’re human, it happens.

But does it just happen? What causes us to lose focus? Why do we drift away from our kids, even just for a moment?

Why? Because we choose to.

Everything is a choice. Every moment, every emotion, every action is a choice. Sometimes the choice is an unconscious one, but it’s still a choice. Take feelings for example. We’re in the kitchen, emptying the dishwasher, and we drop our favorite coffee mug, and it breaks. We get sad. Or we get mad. Or we stop in our tracks and reminisce about the history of the mug, remembering that snowy morning when we had a moment of peaceful perfection, sipping on our favorite blend of coffee, staring out the window, and losing ourselves in the beauty of each snowflake.

These feelings seem to come out of nowhere, but you and I know better, because there have been times when the anger started to rise and then we realized that one of the kids was in the kitchen and we didn’t want to get mad in front of them. Here was the opportunity to teach a lesson, to show our child that we didn’t need to get angry just because something broke, that getting mad wasn’t always necessary. So we took a breath and smiled and said, out loud, “Oh well, these things happen.” And our kid saw our reaction, and if we were really lucky, they learned from us, a mini-class in anger management. That quick choice we made in changing our emotional response gave us some satisfaction. We gave ourselves a gold star in parenting because we taught the kid, at least in this one instance, that cursing isn’t an involuntary response.

And that concept of choice is so very essential to being the best version of ourselves, of being the best parents we can be. The more aware we are of our power to choose, the better our choices become. And that’s how we become the parents we want to be. That’s how we make our children’s lives the lives we want for them, by choosing, at every turn, to be that awesome parent we dream about.

It’s not easy. Sometimes our desire to get mad overpowers our desire to be the dream parent we want to be. And that’s ok, stuff happens. But understand, the more aware we are that the choice is ours, that we have the power to make a choice, the more likely we are to make the right choice.

Now I’m not trying to suggest that anger is never the right choice. Sometimes anger is completely appropriate. Expressing anger can be a good thing. It gets it out of our system, it gives us a chance to be honest with ourselves, it validates our sense of the value of special things. Very reasonable, very healthy. So get mad if that’s what you want, if that’s what you need. But see it as a choice, that it’s not an involuntary reflex, like blinking. It’s a choice.

And if you’ve come this far, if you’ve wrapped your head around the concept that emotions are choices we make upon experiencing an event, that we hold the key to each and every reaction, let’s go back to Megin’s advice:

    “Don’t act interested- BE interested.”

That advice is the very root of positive parenting – choosing to be interested in our child, regardless of what we’d rather be doing. Sure, kids can be boring. How many games of Candyland is too many? How many knock-knock jokes are too many? We all have our thresholds. But it’s not about us, is it? We gave away that part of ourselves when we became parents. So we need to remember, in that moment when we think we might snap because our little one has been taking ten minutes to tell a joke that has no structure or punchline, there’s a choice to be made. Yes, we can choose to express our boredom or frustration in the moment, but what’s the consequence? What does that communicate to our child? At the end of the day, is that really what we want to say, do we really want our kid to have that sense that they bore us? Probably not. Would *you* want to be seen as boring?

On the other hand, if we can keep our wits about us, if we can remember the idea of choice, we have the power to handle one more nonsensical knock-knock joke. We can choose to find something interesting in our fourth-grader’s report on the life-cycle of the Australian echidna. We can choose to demonstrate how much we value them, to give them the gift of self-worth. Let’s face it, the Universe, despite its beauty and magnificence, is going to try to grind our kid into the dirt. Life can be cruel, unjust, and just plain awful at times. But if we give our kids the memory of having fascinated their parents with their sheer mastery and strategic brilliance during the last game of hide-and-seek, we give them the power to take on the worst that the world has in store for them. And isn’t that what we want for them? Isn’t that what we would choose?


by Stu Mark


Spending Quality Time

a recursive clock imageSometimes I wonder whether my working full time will have had an impact on the amount of time that my children will remember having spent with me. Being one of those overachieving parents, I am often too hard on myself about whether I am reaching my parenting goals.

Then there are those times that remind you that it’s not the amount but the quality of the time you spend that matters.

Now that my son is in first grade, and going to a new school, I drop him off before coming to work and dropping my daughter off at our on-site child care center. That means my daughter and I spend 10 extra minutes together alone on that last leg of the drive. Instead of listening to music or watching a DVD on the player in the car, I have found that she often just wants to chat. So those ten minutes (to and then again from her school) have turned into this lovely one on one time, where the two of us get to talk about whatever she is on her mind. Although I am driving, she has my undivided attention, and I can listen to all of the magnificent thoughts in her beautiful little blond head.

When I look back on my week, I feel really warm and happy about the special time we’ve spent on our drives. Then I remember how I felt when I had those same small moments growing up when I had my grandparents or my parents all to myself.

I am beyond grateful for these special moments and will always cherish them, and I know that when she’s my age, she might look back on tine she spent with Mom and feel as warm inside as I do now. In a way, that’s part of the “I will always be with you” that we moms promise our little ones from the day they are born.


by Rocket Science Mom


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