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The Mother of all F-Bombs

It was about a year-and-a half ago, that I experienced for the first time, my child dropping the F-bomb.  We weren’t exactly in public, but it was close enough.  

Since that day, I haven’t had the joy of a repeat.  Ryan seems to have the memory of an elephant, and never forgets anything he overhears, so I have become VERY mindful of watching what I say.  To the best of my memory, I don’t recall any questionable words coming out of my mouth since that incident- even when I step on the pointed blocks, or one of the thousands of other toys that pierce my foot.  I bite my tongue and say “ouch!”  Yes, I’ve been the perfect model of appropriate language.  

You can imagine my dismay then, when over the course of the last few weeks, I have heard Cole say softly, under his breath, when he gets hurt, “mother f*****r.”  The first time I heard him say it, I tried not to react negatively, so he wouldn’t think that word would get a reaction out of me.  I simply told him that was not a word we use.  A few days passed, and I heard it again.  Once when he fell down, another time in the tub, when he got water in his eyes.  I keep trying to reiterate to him not to say that word, while trying to stay calm.  

A week ago I heard it again and I stepped it up.  I told him (calmly, but firmly) that I do not want to ever hear him say that word again.  Since it is getting close to Christmas, and I can start using Santa Claus, I told him Santa doesn’t like to hear anyone say that word either.  Ryan was standing nearby listening to everything, and added that the elves don’t like that word either.  Cole turned very solemn, and when I asked him if he understood he is to never use that word, he nodded very seriously.

I haven’t heard it in several days, and I figured problem solved.  One lesson you learn over and over as a parent is, never figure on anything.

Yesterday, my two sweet little boys and I were in Target, in the very busy toothpaste aisle.  There were at least ten other people in the aisle with their kids of various ages.  Ryan and Cole were a few steps away from me looking at the toothbrushes.  It had grown silent in the toothpaste aisle, as everyone was contemplating their purchases.  At that very moment, Ryan say in a loud, clear, crisp voice, “Mom, Cole said MOTHERF****R again!” 

I didn’t think the toothpaste aisle could get any quieter but I was wrong.  I think everyone, (myself included) just stood there for a moment, like time standing still, wondering if they really heard what they thought they did.  And to remind us that we did, Ryan started to say again, “Mom…” this time his mother hushed him.

Then people started laughing.  One lady was turning red, she was laughing so hard.  I was turning red, but not because it was funny (okay it is funny, but not when your child is the one talking like a sailor, and not in the moment.)  I apologized to everyone in the aisle, and no one seemed really offended. Thankfully, they all seemed to think it was funny, because it wasn’t their child that had just said it. 

I kneeled down in front of the boys, in my most serious voice, (forget the calm, rational voice) and we had a very intense talk.  The result being both boys promised me they wouldn’t say the mother f-bomb again. 

You can’t control every word that is uttered from your children, but you can take steps to teach them why certain words are not used, and make sure they understand.  Sometimes (as in this case), it is a fine tuning process. 

I’m not going to bring up Santa anymore either with Ryan and Cole.  They are capable of behaving well, without the “threat” of Santa not bringing them presents.  Besides, Santa has it easy.  The elves don’t talk.

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Bullying Update

A wrote a few weeks ago about two neighborhood boys that were bullying Ryan at the park.  When I wrote that post, I had no idea what was going to happen. 

Since then, I am very happy that the younger boy, C., seems like a new kid!  I saw him at the bus stop the very next morning, after he had been pushing Ryan, after he had stared me down, and I had talked to him.  I said hi to him, and he said hi back.  I still make it a point to say hi to him every morning at the bus stop.  I say hi to the older boy too, but he ignores me.   

After about a week, C., started coming to the park in the afternoons without his “friend,” the older boy.  He would play with Ryan and the other younger kids really well.  He showed the younger kids his skateboard and let them try it a few times.  One day he was playing football with Cole, and another little boy who is also three, and he was great with them.  

Another mom comes to the park a lot in the afternoon as well, and one day she brought her quilt pattern she was working on, along with the fabric squares.  I was asking her about quilting, and C., came and sat down next to us and listened and asked about quilting too.  The other mom explained the patterns to him, and he really seemed interested in it.   

Another day C. ran up to me and told me had a new GPS.  When I asked him if it showed him where he was, he said no, it played music.  I realized he had an MP3 player.  I asked him what kind of music he liked, and he talked to me for several minutes about music.  On Tuesday afternoon, Ryan, C., and some of the other kids in the neighborhood played for an hour at all of our houses- skateboarding and riding down the driveways on their scooters.  I no longer see C. with the older boy, and the older boy if he is at the park, stays away from the younger kids. 

I have never seen C.’s parents around though.  I am not sure what the situation is, but I can see that C. just soaks up attention from adults.  I think sometimes any attention, even negative attention is better than nothing.  I am happy that our neighborhood- the kids and parents have been able to give C. some positive attention, and he has responded so well!

I have no reason to believe that C. would be bullying any kid now.  He told me after I started talking to him that first night after he had pushed Ryan that he “was a good kid.”  These past few weeks have proved that C. was right.

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Bullying

I live right next door to the pocket park for the neighborhood.   I can look out the kitchen window and see the playground equipment.  The kitchen window is right where I prepare meals, so many times Ryan is playing at the park while I am making dinner.  I can watch him right from the window.

This evening, as he was playing at the park (he was the only one there at the time), I noticed two older boys arrive at the park.  I try not to stereotype kids, but they immediately caught my attention.  First of all, they were a lot older than the usual neighborhood kids who play there.  Second, one of them was wearing really baggy pants, and his baseball cap was on backwards.  I haven’t seen one kid in the neighborhood dress like this before either.

I watched them as they interacted with Ryan.   I thought it odd they were even talking to a little kid like him.  They were smiling as Ryan was talking to them, but it was like a mocking smile.  Ryan ran up on the playground equipment and the older boy, Baggy Pants Boy, ran right up behind him.  He started to block Ryan’s way.  Ryan turned around, and went down the slide, and then the second boy stood in his way.  I went outside at this point to the backyard, and stood at the fence, where I could still see and hear everything that was being said. There is a tree there, so I wasn’t too obvious standing there.

Ryan said “Let me through,” and Baggy Pants Boy, said mimicking him, “Let me through.”  Then the other boy pushed Ryan on his back, while Ryan was climbing up a ladder.  Baggy Pants Boy got to the top of the ladder, purposely to block Ryan’s way.  Ryan said, “Let me get past you,” and he mimicked him again.  Ryan was trapped with Baggy Pants Boy in front of him, and the other boy behind him. 

I was so mad when I saw the second boy push Ryan.  I don’t want to fight my son’s battles for him, but this clearly was not a case of two similar aged children having a squabble on the playground.  I stepped out from behind the tree and told the boys to get off the ladder.  They looked surprised and stood there looking at me, but moved out of the way.  I told them I had been watching them, and it was not appropriate to treat kids the way they were treating Ryan.  Baggy Pants Boy got off the equipment, and started walking away.  I looked straight at the second boy, and told him he is not to push any child either, and to get away from Ryan.

He stood there glaring at me.  I glared back, with my newly found, hell-hath-no-fury-like-a mother-watching-her-son-being-picked-on-glare.  It seemed surreal I was staring down a young kid.  After a minute he turned away, and ran off to join his friend.

I had Ryan come home and I talked to him.  He said the boys had been mean to him, and one had been repeating everything he had said.  Then he told me another one pushed him.  Then he told me the most disturbing part that I had not heard- he said the boys had told them they had guns, and they were going to shoot him.

I had no reason to doubt Ryan- everything he had told me up to this point was what I had seen and heard happen myself.  I also know that Ryan doesn’t make up stories like this.  Then Cole started crying and said he was scared the boys were going hurt Ryan.  I calmed him down and told Ryan and Cole no one was going to hurt them.  I went outside, and saw the two boys riding their bikes way down at the end of the street. 

I thought about trying to go find their parents, but I wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to do.  I went back inside, and we finished eating.  After dinner, my boys went to play in the backyard, and I went outside again.  I saw the two boys still riding their bikes, but they were just a few houses away.  I started to walk towards them. The boy I had the stare-down with was the closest.  When I was sure he would hear me, I called out to him, that I would like to talk to him.

He rode over to me, and I flat out asked him, if he had told my little boy he had a gun and he was going to shoot him.  He said no, and told me he was a good kid.  He said he had only told Ryan he had a toy gun.  I asked him why he had pushed Ryan, and he denied that.  I told him I had seen him push Ryan’s back.  He looked down at his shoes.  I asked him what his name was, and how old he was.  He told me his name, and then told me he was all of eight years old.  I asked him if the other boy (Baggy Pants) was his brother and he said no-they were friends.  He then told me his name, and told me he was ten. 

At this point Baggy Pants Boy rode over.  The boy I was talking to, C., told Baggy Pants what Ryan had said, and he looked very surprised and told me they never had told him they were going to shoot him.  I asked Baggy Pants why he was blocking Ryan, and mimicking him?  He denied that too.  I told him I had seen him do it, and he looked at me sheepishly.   

I told the two boys that they were a lot older than Ryan.  I told them Ryan was only in kindergarten.  I told them that even if they had been talking about toy guns, younger kids don’t always understand when someone is joking or not.  I told them not to talk about guns to Ryan, and I told them that if they ever saw Ryan again at the park and they could not play nice with him, then to stay away and leave him alone.  I told them that if I heard or saw them picking on Ryan or any other little kid, I would have to talk to their parents.  They told me okay, and they nodded.

In the back of my mind, I was thinking that they could possibly be being bullied themselves.  Before they rode off I told them my name, and if they ever needed anything, to let me know.  I thanked them for listening to me and told them to have a good night.  Then they rode off.

I was debating on whether I should tell their parents now, but I think I was very clear and firm with the boys.  I feel like I should make the “I’ll be watching you” sign in that movie, Meet the Parents, every time I see them from now on.  Hopefully by explaining to them what the boundaries are, they will not pick on Ryan or any other child again.

That was very hard to watch, and I just hope the point was taken.  I guess all I can do now is wait and see.

******Edited 9/24/07:  I have an updated post to this situation.**********

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The Curse of Elmo

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When Ryan was being potty trained, my sister bought him the DVD, Elmo’s Potty Time.  It worked wonders- it was a dream come true.  After watching the DVD, in a few days he was fully potty trained.

The second time around with Cole, I figured it would be a breeze.  I already had trained one boy, how hard could potty training a second one be, especially when I had my secret weapon- Elmo, on my side?

Evidently, Elmo has a curse.  He will only work his magic on one child.  What is even worse, is he comes back to mock you.  Elmo’s curse started like this:

Right after my cancer surgery I decided to potty train Cole.  He had just turned 3, and we had been working with him off and on, but not on a regular basis.  Since I was recovering at home, I thought it was the perfect time, and we’d have it down in a week or two.

I did all the other steps too, and Cole was doing pretty well, but he still had accidents.  It was time to bring out the big gun- Elmo.  Cole, like Ryan, loved the DVD.  He was singing the songs, and one of his favorite songs is a song called Accidents Happen. The song’s theme is it’s okay to have accidents, and they happen while you are learning.  One of the lyrics say, “accidents happen, and that’s okay.”

One day right after watching Elmo, Ryan called to me, “Mom, Cole went pee on playroom table.”   I was in disbelief.  He had NEVER done that before.  He at least tried to make it to the potty before.  When I got to the playroom, Ryan was right, and I had a three-year old grinning at me ear-to-ear.  Our conversation:

ME: Cole, why did you pee on the table?

COLE: It was an accident.

ME: No, it wasn’t.  You didn’t even try to make it to the potty.  Remember Elmo- he tries to make it to the potty? 

COLE: Accidents happen and that’s okay!

The curse of Elmo.  Cole quotes that line now every time he has an “accident” that really isn’t one, and yes I know the difference.  No matter what angle I approach it with Cole, I get the answer which is the curse: accidents happen and that’s okay!

Two months later, Cole is still having “accidents.”  They are getting fewer and farther in between, and he stays dry for the entire night.  During the day, he doesn’t want to stop what he is doing to go potty, and he has an “accident.”  I am now making him stop every half hour, and that seems to be working better.  We don’t watch the DVD anymore.  Elmo’s curse is still alive and working here.  Hopefully it won’t haunt us for the rest of our days.

If anyone has a suggestion on how to break Elmo’s curse, I’d love to hear it.  🙂

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The First Day of Kindergarten

It doesn’t seem possible that, this day is here already- Ryan’s first day of school.  How did five and a half years pass so quickly? 

Ryan was so excited to start school.  He has been asking everyday when school starts.  The other day he said he wished he could stay home and play with Cole, but he had to go to school.  He said it in such a grown up voice.  Yesterday he was sitting at the kitchen table with his backpack on.  When I asked him what he was doing, he said he was practicing riding the bus to school. 

We went yesterday to meet his teacher, and Ryan got to sit at his desk, and get a feel for the classroom.  He is going to school two and a half days a week, and there are 19 children in his class.  His teacher, Mrs. G., seemed wonderful, and was very organized.  All the children seemed nice, and I am positive Ryan will have a great year.

From the day Ryan was born, I wanted  him to be confident, and happy when new experiences arise.  I was painfully shy as a child, and the first day of school every year filled me with dread and anxiety.  So I am very happy Ryan was so excited and confident to take this next step. 

But as a mother, it is bittersweet.  This is my baby and starting school is a very real reminder that, well- he isn’t a baby anymore, and never will be again.  I knew this day was coming, but yet- it still seemed very far off- other people’s children grow up and go to school.  There is a part of me that wished Ryan (and Cole) could stay little forever- there is nothing in the world like a baby.  If you are a parent, you know what I am describing.

But every milestone your baby reaches, brings them closer to this day- the day they go off to school and start their life more independent from you.  When Ryan was born, a friend gave me a book- mediatations for new mothers.  In those early days, as I sat for hours rocking and nursing him, this passage stuck in my mind- for every milestone Ryan took as a baby, and today:

“Yes, it hurts when buds burst, there is pain when something

grows.”–Karin Boye

I shed tears of joy when Alexander first crawled across the

floor. I clapped and cheered. Moments later, I realized that life

with him would never be the same. His baby days were over, he would

soon be a toddler. Then I cried again as a sense of loss washed

over me.

We provide support and encouragement for our little ones. we

help them learn to crawl, to walk, and to stand. Yet, with every

accomplishment, there is a twinge of sadness. Maybe our children no

longer need us? They do need us, but they must keep growing,

developing, changing.

(From Meditations for New Mothers by Beth Wilson Saavedra)

Ryan waved good-bye to us as he walked into the school- not with me, or his dad, but by himself, following Mrs. G., I silently said good-bye to my baby, and hello to a confident, independent little boy.  This is the way it is supposed to be, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Here are a few pictures from the last five and half years:

 Ryan in Feb. 2004- he was just barely a month oldRyan February Batch 004

First day of pre-school- Sept. 2008008

Yesterday, at Meet the Teacher008

Cole says good-bye to his big brother019

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First day of kindergarten- Aug. 2009