Parenting

I heart mom!

Moms.  We are a pretty good group – if I have to say so myself. After enduring nine long months of nausea, skin stretching and the final bone-ripping push, we give and are given – life.  After that, things change really quickly.

And just when we think we’ve got down the whole drill of being tough, tender, nurturing, supportive, intuitive, wise, tolerant, protective and encouraging, something happens that threatens our credibility.

My boys have always been involved in sports, probably because Ron and I love and have always participated in sports ourselves.  Action.  Exercise. It’s natural for us to be excited about practices and achievements, encouraging about disappointments and mistakes, always pointing out the payoff of ‘sticking with it.’

For some moms, it’s not quite so easy.  I heard the story of a mother who was so deathly afraid of the water she wouldn’t allow her only son near a pool or body of water.  Her fear transcended logic.  The boy is grown up now, but still shares his story:  “Mom told me I couldn’t go in the water until I learned how to swim.”

Needless to say, it wasn’t Michael Phelps’ mom. Michael recently admitted he hated the water when he was little. “It’s wild to kind of think about how far we’ve come. From my mom putting me in the water safety. I hated the water. I didn’t want anything to do with it. I learned on my back.” (USAToday) In essence, Michael was saying “I heart mom.”

As I have pointed out, each of my kids is a different story – different likes, different strengths, different weaknesses.  And definitely different talents.  It takes more than intelligence to recognize when a child is gifted.  It takes hands-on moms and dads to be there during hours and hours of practice before they run the race, swim the lap, or lift the weight.  It is our job to either encourage or redirect our kids according to their talents.

Michael’s mom certainly was intuitive about her son Michael, encouraging him to go beyond his aquaphobia and give swimming a go.  28 Olympic Medals(23 Gold) shine in her honor!

Glad she didn’t slap a guitar on him and send him off to try out for The Voice!

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“Thanks, mom”

Adventure with Engagement AWE · Parenting

Hopeless Slackers

Britton Peele of GuideLive asks. “Are adults who play ‘ Pokemon Go’ hopeless slackers?”   The Dallas Morning News recently received this comment:  “Games like Pokemon Go are for kids so if you are playing the game you are either a child, or jobless, or a virgin.”  And,  no doubt,  a hopeless slacker.

A month ago, I blogged about Pokemon Go,  pretty much slamming the experience as a Virtual Vacation.  Seemed dangerous to me.  Some players were falling off cliffs, walking into traffic and being snake-bitten. And I was certain people were exchanging the digital drama for real life Adventure.

Pokemon has always been  dear to my heart because of Ryan, my firstborn son’s love for the characters.   As a mother of resilience and determination  — my description of me —  I like to think that I am too strong  to succumb to a video game – especially one that commands so much time and energy.  But this  ‘tough mom’ also wants to be remembered as the ‘fun mom.’  And lately I’ve been noticing my boys are having more fun than I.

I had already downloaded the Pokemon Go app on my phone for Trenton, who is too young to have a phone.   I was curious. I’m the parent and my sons’ well-being is my responsibility!   (Isn’t that what parents say when they are peeking into kids semi-private lives?)

I started to play. Let me re-word that:  I caught the fever!!   And frankly, I have to hold myself back from digging into the app during any moment of down time.  Does this mobile video game get you out of your comfort zone and into a world of fresh air and wonder?  Yep!  Is it a time-sucker?  Absolutely.  But why should this kind of addiction be limited by age?  I still love a good water slide.

It is a parent’s responsibility to investigate the activities that get our kids sidetracked from their work at hand, but it’s also our job to be part of their lives, to experience the AWE of their adventures. I am enjoying this game.   We have some hilarious exchanges talking about it, and frankly, they’re impressed if not totally surprised that “Mom is really into it..”

Does the fact I enjoy Pokemon Go,  make me a hopeless slacker?

Gosh, I hope not.  I’ve got a television show to sell!

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Parenting

Comparisons

“Why can’t you be more like . . . . ?”   Think back.  Has anyone ever said this to you?  Hurts – especially when they are comparing someone’s best quality to your worst fault.   (Which always seems to be the case.)

Colton is playing hand-me-down to Trenton’s former teacher this year.  And I’m nervous. Ron and I didn’t specialize in 1 ‘clone kid’ – each boy is totally different than the next.  And for the good of it and the bad of it, we never have compared.  (Mother’s of twins, you get this – right?)

Need a kid to bring his class to victory in a soccer match?   Choose Trenton.   How about leading the classroom in a good laugh to break the monotony?  Trenton – not so much.

If Colton’s new teacher wants him to get up in front of the class and conduct an interactive game of “Name that Flag,” Colton will shine!  Taking center stage with confidence, being uninhibited and making people laugh – Colton’s your man.  But if the teacher becomes unusually irritated by this show of extroversion, Colton is in for a spin.  And if the teacher spends any time comparing Colton to his older brother, the teacher will never discover what every parent inherently knows: related or not,  no two brothers are the same.

Being a teacher is difficult and some cases, virtually impossible.  Our teachers deserve tremendous respect and honor for what they do.  No teacher worth his or her salt would ever dream of intentionally comparing one student with another.  And yet, it happens.

We are waiting for the day Colton’s  ‘filter kicks in.’  And yet, when it does,  we will miss the old days when he had us all in hysterics.  Ironically, Trenton and Colton bring out the best in each other.  They’re an incredible duet. (But that’s another modern miracle I’ll tell you about one day…)

And things usually even out.  It’s difficult to use the classroom as a platform for individuality.  We are told to encourage diversity.  But what are we really saying?

Now, go hang up that uniform and get to your homework!

Dawn

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Parenting

Signs

Never have billed myself as an ‘authority on kids.’  But if ‘quality’ is at all determined by ‘quantity of time spent together,’ I would have to admit I have a thing or two to share.

Spending 180 full days and nights with three of my four boys as we visited 32 foreign countries, fast-tracked me through the ‘school of motherhood,’ level 2.  (Level 3, ‘the advanced teen-aged years” I like to refer to as “The Game of Thrones.”  But we’ll discuss that another time.)

There are times when we don’t know what to do with our kids.  There is no letter of explanation accompanying each child, but every mom knows the importance of ‘paying attention to the signs.’  They are useful tools for instructing and directing your kids:

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When you see the signs of boredom, anticipate a rough road ahead.  Don’t hand them a screen and send them to a quiet place.  “Time Out” is every Level 2 kid’s dream.   Challenge them.  Give them a good detour – something that will broaden their minds and hopefully help somebody along the way.  Your job as a parent is never easy.  Think “Cruise Director on the Titanic.”  But if you teach them respect for the signs,   maybe one day, they will feel obliged to pay attention to your sign:

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Dawn

Grief · Parenting

Mama Bear

 

I taught Ryan how to swim before he could walk.  I nursed each of my children for over a year to build immunities.   I had Ryan inoculated against diseases. I gave him healthy foods, used every child-proof gadget available, always put him in a child-safe car seat, and suited him up with a helmet, knee pads and SPF 50.  And I encouraged him every day of life and stood beside him in each disappointment.

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So, why couldn’t I save him from death?

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The guilt came when the shock wore off and has been a companion of mine ever since.  Some days ‘guilt’ operates in my subconscious; others it marches straight out ahead of me.  And believe me, that is not an easy place to be. So I stay busy- running here, running there, running for exercise and running for ‘running’s sake.’ And yet . . . .

The accident.  “It all happened so quickly.” ( Isn’t that what people usually say? )  Thinking backward now, what sounded like a gun blast, was a tire blowing apart causing the car to spiral out of control.   We rolled over and over landing passenger side down on the grass.   Complete silence was filled with suffocating smoke.   The pain from my legs being on fire was almost unbearable, but I knew it was only a matter of time before the fire overtook us all and I had to get to my children!  In pure panic, I fought my way out of the car knowing I had to find another way in to break my children free.   Parents are trained by flight attendants “in case of emergency, place the mask over your face first; then help those around you.”

IMG_5046.jpgI was on fire.   There was no time to stop, drop and roll when it comes to saving your children.  But if the fire consumed me, who would save them? Ron had gotten 2 yr. old Tyler out so he could fight his way through the fire to grab Ryan, who was in shock, unable to react to Ron’s shouts to unbuckle his seatbelt.

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We failed.   Everything we did wasn’t enough, and we lost our little boy.

The years since have been plagued with “why’s and if-only’s.”  Every day of our lives we will be in ‘restoration mode.’

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If I can ease the pain of one parent who has experienced this sort of tragedy, the book I am writing about the ‘gifts I have received from my great loss’ will be worth it.    More to follow.

Dawn

Adventure with Engagement AWE · Parenting

Snap!

“These are the times that try men’s souls.”  Thomas Paine, 1776

Why is it always ‘men’s souls’ that are tried?  What about the women?  We are the ones at home with the kids during the long summer days, left to come up with the creative bag of tricks to try to entertain kids and ‘keep them busy.’  It’s exhausting!  They are relentless!  And the most agonizing words you hear from kids, other than “there’s nothing to eat in this house,”  are the words they fire at you:  “I’m bored.”

This is not a statement really, as much as an accusation that you are not doing a good job as head of their personal entertainment committee.  And you didn’t even sign up for the job.      “These are the times that try women’s souls.”  Dawn Hirn, 2016

When you find yourself ready to pull out your hair, save those luscious locks, take a deep breath and possibly a sip of wine, and take a look at our website Ourbackpack.com. Even though we’ve been through the absolute worst any parent can go through, we still find ourselves losing our patience with our kids.

I just came upon the interview we gave to a film production team who was preparing to tell our story on television, and found some valuable take-aways.  Always nice to hear something you said that makes you proud.  (Way too often, I cringe at the  things I’ve said.)

Ron shared these words with the camera:  “Try to be patient with your kids. I don’t have the opportunity anymore to do that with Ryan. If you make it all about obligation with your kids, it will drive them away.  Their peers don’t do that.”

Ron and I decided to commit to a total immersion adventure plan with our boys.  I saw myself tell the film crew:  “Grief is something that never goes away.”  “If you don’t make a conscious effort to spend quality time with them (your kids) it’s not going to happen.  I mean you’ve got to do it now!”   And I saw myself snap my fingers in front of the camera:  “You don’t really have much time with anybody.  They can be taken from you in a snap!”

Next time summer boredom gets the best of you, before you pull your hair out or say something you will regret,  snap your fingers.

And remember!

Dawn

Parenting

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These were the words Jennifer Venditti wrote beside the hash tag, in her post June 15.   Just one hour before the two-year old boy was dragged away by an alligator at Disney’s Grand Floridian Resort, her own three-year old had waded in these same waters.

Here is a portion of her blog:    PRAY, PRAY so hard for the family & for those who witnessed this tragic event. I took these pics at the exact spot this happened betw 8 & 830, the incident happened at 9. Helicopters flew overhead til 1 am and were back around dawn. I can’t imagine anyone could sleep knowing that the helicopter was searching for a missing child taken by an alligator. I can’t help but wonder if we played with him, did I talk to his Mom?? How does one go home without your baby in tow?

I’ve already seen posts criticizing the parents. I can assure you alligators were not on my mind at all when Channing was in the water. It’s a tiny beach, surrounded by pools, water slides, a restaurant and a fire pit. I can’t conceive that an alligator would be in such a busy, small space. #judgelesspraymore

We have been given the right to free speech, but some of us need to have governors imbedded in our brains.  How easy it is to stand back in horror and blame the parents for what they ‘should-have or could-have’ done. It’s natural for any child to put their toes in the water on a beach simply marked “No Swimming.”

We’ve just been reeling from the episode at the Cincinnati Zoo where another three-year old fell into a gorilla exhibit and was slung around by a 450 pound gorilla.  No parent should have to endure either of these calamities – much less the ridicule that follows.

I know.

A parent will always suffer self-recrimination and agony over the ‘shoulda/coulda’s.’    Whenever you, an observer, encounter such a situation, push the ‘comfort button’ in your heart instead of the ‘ridicule button’ in your brain.

Adjust your mouth and pen accordingly: And as Jennifer Venditti writes:  Judge Less, Pray More.

Dawn

Encouragement · Parenting

Lemons

Our world trip was intended to help us conquer our fears.  For years, we had been terrified to let ourselves live life.  We couldn’t ever bear to lose another child and we knew we needed to conquer our fears or fear would become a part of our boys’ lives.   The only way to conquer fear, is to face it.

In one of Colton’s post-trip interviews, he said: “I thought we would be in some trouble when we went to China.  Turns out, I was wrong.”  I would love to know what was in the back of his mind, but sometimes digging deeper still doesn’t allow you to  understand why a kid feels afraid.   Children learn so much from the behavior of their parents.

Our family tried to diminish the fears by educating ourselves; but, for us, the fact remained:  we were going into a communistic country, with no cell phones, no interpreters, and no transportation.   Excitement was tinged  with tension.  How would the kids respond to strangers with different shaped faces and eyes, different cultures, different languages?

It was up to us to set the example.

This week, we were all horrified by the incidents in Orlando as we saw the ultimate damage of hatred.  I believe it all starts with respect.

Someone (I wish it had been me) came up with a lesson to help kids see beyond the wrapper.  Gather a group of kids together, hand them each a lemon.  Tell them: “Get to know your lemon.  Toss it up, smell it, throw it around, roll it  — just play with it! Engage!”  After 10 minute of lemon-interaction, take the lemons back, put them in a basket and ask the kids to find their lemon.   Surprisingly, most kids know their lemon immediately, by the size, texture, dents, bruises, shapes and shades of color.  Don’t let this opportunity slip by.  Spark conversation on the differences in people which, of course, still makes them people.

Then, collect the lemons again.  This time, peel them and return them to the basket.  Tell the kids what you did, and again ask them to find their lemon.  Responses are priceless!  “They all look alike without their skin.” (Here’s where you bring home your lesson)   People, like lemons, are the same on the inside.  And that is the part that matters.

And lemons are like people;  the only way to really get to know them, is by engaging!

I’m so glad we did.

Have a safe, engaging weekend.

Dawn

Adventure with Engagement AWE · Parenting

Summer vacation

For months your kids have been telling you they cannot WAIT till summer vacation.  And now, they are complaining:  “I’m bored.”  This of course, is your fault.  You know this because they remind you of each family they know that is doing something fabulous every moment.  And  you are not.   Summer vacation: it’s the best of times, it’s the worst of times.  Take a moment to stop and smell the Chlorine.  And remember . . . .

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And when your kids get older and have children of their own, pass it on!   Remember, AWE, Adventure with Engagement, includes you!

Dawn

Adventure with Engagement AWE · Parenting

Phobias

Spiders, needles, clowns – oh my!   Do you have a phobia?  And the bigger question is, “if you don’t, does that mean you are not deep?”   

 We’ve drummed into our children the importance of not speaking to strangers and of course it is for their own good.  Some parents feed a phobia by drawing the line way too deeply in the sand, while others attempt to clarify the warning: “When we are not around, don’t talk to strangers.  But when we are there with you, smile your heads off.”  We are strong believers in the “Be ye kind one to another” Bible verse.  And it has paid off again and again.  

 Studying about the people in the world was not enough for the Hirn family.  We were intent on getting to know them, understanding their strengths and weaknesses, encouraging them in their struggles, sharing their laughs and, on a rare occasion, their disdain.  Some people refuse to take a chance to get to know somebody just on the chance of rejection.   And yes, that happens.  But it should only sting for a moment.  Friendships last much longer.

 When we were in China, we realized how utterly foolish it had been for us to have fear of being the free American in a Communist country.  We had grown to realize the face of communism was ugly years ago, but we also learned very early on that the faces within the Communistic community, were wonderful.  The Chinese people were among the most gracious in the world.  Love and acceptance for our strange American family with three sons,   seemed to pour from their smiles and radiate through their eyes, THREE sons!  In a country with a one-child policy, our double-edged, eye-lidded family was an oddity. 

 Phobias are not exclusively imposed by adults onto children;  But it stands to reason a strong fear is likely to rub off from a parent to a child.    “Don’t talk to strangers” is still a good rule for any child who is ever alone; but, when you are with them, interacting with others seems safe enough.  Build’s confidence, no doubt.

 As you know, “engagement” is a vital component to “adventure.”  A catapult, actually!    And what is a good “Pult” without a hearty “Cata”?   They go together.  Otherwise your adventure is just your version of your story.

My mom always told me to do my best, and talking to strangers is one of those things! Do I embarrass my family from time to time?  Of course!  Not everyone is open to my style of  ‘meet and greet’.  But there is usually a great payoff with the ones who are!   And my strange habits of congeniality seem to have rubbed off on my family.  Not a bad thing, really. 

Have a great weekend.

Dawn