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Simple Connections By Heidi from Slightly Cosmopolitan

Today I’m participating in the Ultimate Blog Swap. You’ll find me posting over at Ashley Pichea about Fun and Active Devotion for Kids, and I’m excited to welcome Heidi to Dominique’s Desk:

jars on shelves © by cainmark

I’m a baby person. Ask my mother, who bought me countless baby dolls and dresses and strollers and bottles, “Does Heidi like babies?” And she’ll laugh at you with the knowing chuckle only a mother can use and tell you about the way I’d rush home from kindergarten just so I could hold my new baby sister for hours on end and cried that I even had to leave her in the first place. I actually hated kindergarten because it meant I had to leave “my baby.” Who hates kindergarten? Apparently me, and all because of a baby. Babies are my thing. Always have been.

I had my first baby – Gabe – seven and a half years ago, and I’d be lying if I said caring for my first “real” baby came as easily as did caring for my baby dolls all those years before. Make believe is like that, I suppose, but I also have to add that I loved my real baby boy with a fierceness those dolls never knew.
Earning his smiles, hearing his coos and watching this little person thrive and learn and become under my nurturance surpassed all my imaginings of what motherhood entailed. It’s really one of those things that sounds so cliché that I don’t even want to write it, but he became the incontrovertible light of my life, and I mothered him with everything I had.

And then? Well, somewhere along the way he started growing up! My soft-cheeked, giggly little baby became a boy – a boy with thoughts and ideas and opinions of his own, different from the ones that come naturally to me. He loves Star Wars and wrestling and woodworking and the requisite boy things like playing in the mud and laughing at bodily functions, none of which speak to my soul the way they speak to his. Or really speak to my soul at all. Especially the bodily functions one.

That one is so not my favorite!

Volunteering at his school last week I stopped into the principal’s office to say hello and she referred to him as a “guy.” A guy! When did my baby become A Guy? But she’s right. He’s a guy, his own person.
He was all along, of course, but it’s becoming so much more evident as he’s moved beyond his babyhood and preschool years and embraces his childhood years with abandon.

You could chalk it up to me being more of a baby person or you could attribute it to the general changes that come from moving through different stages of life. My husband and I have also experienced
secondary infertility and several miscarriages and loads of depression since having him, and I tend to think those things played as much of a role as the other things. But lately I’ve noticed a growing disconnect between him and me, and it doesn’t sit well in my heart. Not well at all! It’s even more pronounced now that we’ve been fortunate enough to add a second child to our family, a little girl who was born in January. Now when Isla cries I’m transported back to those early days with Gabe, days that remind me of the sweetness of loving and learning my first little guy.

I miss it.

I know kids mature and change; I’m ready for that, at least as much as any mother’s ready for it. I want him to grow and I want to see him develop his independence and his voice and his passions. But being the mother of a baby-who-too-quickly-became-a-toddler-who-too-quickly-became-a-preschooler I know our time is sacred, and I want to cover that disconnect now, before he turns into a tween and then a teen and it becomes that much more difficult.

Enter “Mom and Gabe’s Jar Of Fun!”

I’m so excited about this idea. We actually used it once when he was younger and had great success with it, and I think he’s looking forward to our updated version as much as I am!

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The basic premise of our Jar of Fun is that the best relationships are founded on positive interactions.
Gabe is strong-willed and I often find that for every ten corrections and cautions I’ve given him I’ve only given him one positive interaction. This results in an overall negative tone to our relationship, one where he starts groaning before I even start speaking and I get frustrated before he’s even had a chance to sigh or sass. Our Jar of Fun is a way to build in some excitement, positivity and encouraging language into our days.

Our Jar is a daily jar, but there’s no reason the schedule couldn’t be adjusted for a busier family. The point is that it’s regular and it’s important and it isn’t delayed because delay is more convenient. Our Jar is a priority because our relationship is a priority. I think this is a powerful message for kids, especially with kids for whom connection doesn’t come easily.

Making our Jar was easy – I hit up my favorite local discount store (for me it was TJ Maxx) and found a jar I liked, one that fit with the rest of our décor. Any dish or box would do, but I liked the idea of making it visually fit into our home, which also served to make it a little special. I sorted through my scrapbooking stash for patterned paper scraps and I made 30-40 little strips on which I could write one fun thing. These will be very age and family specific, of course, but I’m including a pdf of some of the
ideas we’re using this time around.

A few notes about the strips:

1. Consider involving your child in the list of activities to be included in the Jar of Fun. If you do so, make sure each idea is manageable, available and affordable. This might be a really great way to connect in and of itself and be a great springboard for interesting conversation.

2. Consider not involving your child in the list of activities. Personally, I prefer this option. G how this could create a few difficulties! I’ve learned along the way that we connect better when I take the lead on our “connection activities.” When I plan things I try to keep his interests in mind, but I’m prepared for him to resist until he gets going simply because it’s my idea and not his. By the time we’re in the middle of the activity, however, we’re both having a great time.

3. Don’t reinvent the wheel! Some of the best activities we’ve done have been the simplest.

4. Keep in mind your child’s love language(s). If you haven’t read the book The Five Love Languages of Children by Gary Chapman it’s worth the read, especially if you have a difficult child. I know Gabe feels most loved when he receives presents. So I try to build in a few activities for our jar that involve him getting a present or two.

Logistically speaking, we set our jar on the kitchen counter and each night before bed we pick out our next day’s random fun activity and write it on the calendar. This gives us something to look forward to as well as allows us to either adjust the schedule as needed or make another pick if we can’t make the first one work.

The first time we tried this I was skeptical it would work; we had very little extra cash available and I didn’t think many of our activities were particularly interesting or spectacular. But I underestimated how much joy my little boy would derive from knowing I wanted to have fun with him – every single day.

Anticipating our special time together became a huge delight for both of us and worked wonders at changing the positive-negative balance in our relationship for the better. I also think it speaks volumes that he’s so excited to start our jar again. And of course I’m looking forward to.

I know I’ll never go back to those baby days with him where things come naturally to me and I know what to do and love (almost) every bit of it. But I can be certain to keep doing the little, simple things like this to maintain the benefit of a connected relationship.

 

What do you do to reconnect with your  children
when they’ve grown a little distant?

 

Author’s Bio:

Heidi and Family

“Once a teacher, Heidi is now the mother of two sweet children – Gabe (7) and Isla (4 months).  She enjoys taking photos, writing, running and reading and is constantly pushing herself to trade negativity for gratitude and beauty.  She blogs at www.slightlycosmopolitan.com about parenting, infertility, depression, and faith.”

 

 

To Breastfeed or Not to Breastfeed in Public, That is the Question

Today we are having a guest post on a subject close to my heart- Breastfeeding. I personally do breastfeed my children and still continue breastfeeding my 20 mth old girl in public with a nursing shawl.

Let’s read what Anne have to say about breastfeeding.

 

If you’re a one of those close-minded breastfeeding advocates who believe people should be free to feed their children anywhere, anytime, and in any way…

You’re NOT the audience I want, so scram.

Harsh?

I have to be, and I’ll tell you why.

I’m all for breastfeeding – I’m an advocate as well.

A lot of studies and articles about the benefits of breastmilk have passed my eyes so I’d be the first to say that if moms are able to give their babies this type of milk, even for a few months, go.

No one’s disputing the value of this super milk. Not to mention the mother-child bonding it fosters.

However, there is the issue of whether breastfeeding should be done in public or not – bare or covered.

Breastfeeding (www.pusteblumenbaby.de) © by Pusteblumenland

There are those who are adamant about moms having the choice to feed their babies anywhere, anytime and in any way. (Like I said above)

After all, they have to provide nutrition to their babies, and up to this point I agree.

I even respect their views.

But at the same time, they have to respect people who are uncomfortable at the sight of bare breasts.

Now, per se, there is nothing wrong with breasts. It’s a body part just the same as your hands and feet, But it’s a private body part.

Therefore, it makes me cringe when I see them out in public. And I’m not the only one.

Hold your horses…

I’m not saying that bare-breasted breastfeeding moms should have the discomfort of hiding in a corner while feeding just so folks like me can be comfortable.

Not at all.

But there are things such as covers.

Easy, right?

It only takes a few seconds to pack and unfold before using, then, re-fold and re-pack after using.

If you’re one of those folks who was told to scram earlier but didn’t…

We live in an age where people are dressed wherever they go. Therefore, private parts are meant to be kept, well.. private.

In one post which touched on this subject too, a lady commented that she felt as if some people wanted to force others to be okay with baring breasts while breastfeeding.

It’s just not the way society works – unless you’re part of a cultural minority that’s down with upper body nudity. No problem there.

But society isn’t.

So, here’s the thing:

For me, it’s okay to breastfeed in public – did so myself.

But please, cover up.

It’s really not difficult thing to do.

Got something on your mind? Leave a comment but remember to keep it clean! 🙂

Author bio: Anne Mercado is a writer who is fascinated with psychology and horror stories. Luckily, you won’t find the latter when she writes on her parenting blog, but she’s seriously considering sharing spooky tales in her personal blog. Who knows, maybe she will!