Showing posts with label launching. Show all posts
Showing posts with label launching. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Mindfulness Monday: Honoring your child's spirit


Cousins.  Most of them share  DNA (nature).  Some of them are siblings and have a similiar upbringing (nurture).

Each of them has a unique spirit. 

In The Conscious Parent (2010) Dr. Shefali Tsabary encourages parents to address these issues:

How can I parent my children with an awareness of what they truly need from me, and become the parent they deserve to have?

How can I rise above my own fear of change and transform myself to meet the requirements of my child's spirit?

Am  I able to perceive my relationship with my children as a sacred relationship?



I am posting this as I travel to visit family and recharge on vacation.  Dr. Tsabary's book is a welcome companion as I continue  launching my young adult children into the next chapter of their life story.  The Conscious Parent reminds me that good parenting is a metamorphasis, we are changed by the children we are blessed to raise.  It is an exciting and challenging journey.
                                              I will honor my child's unique spirit.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

The Places You'll Go


Launching our soon to be graduate student into her first "real" apartment in a "real" city has regretfully interrupted my blog posting about Santa Fe.  To fill the silence this week please accept my apologies and pictures that are worth approximately 1,000 words.

It has been an incredible journey, this raising a child to adulthood thing.
 
Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
Youre off and away!
You have brains in your head
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.



 Your on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go.
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 3/4 percent gaurenteed.)
KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!"
Dr. Seuss, Oh The Places You'll Go!
 
Don't forget to call home sometimes.

 
 

Monday, July 29, 2013

College kids stay up late!

Many moons ago when I was still struggling to get my daughters to go to bed after "one more glass of water," it was hard for me to imagine a time when my kids would be responsible for setting their own bedtime and waking up without reminding.  One bleary eyed morning I was meeting an older friend for coffee and complaining about our nightly ritual when she shared with me that she canceled curfew for her 18 year old son.  Obviously way past having to tuck him in at night, she gave him the freedom to organize his evenings for most of his senior year. 

She said she would rather he learn the consequences of staying out too late when he was still living at home than when she was paying for his higher education.  In her opinion it prepared them both for his freshman year of college.  A little bit of Love and Logic for the older crowd!

College advisers note that many students are not successful their first year. Time management, sleep difficulties, alcohol, and skipping class are among the top ranking reasons why freshman struggle through this transition. Some kids have "senioritus" in college, with a huge academic consequence.  Part of learning in college is the real world stuff. No matter how late you stay up, morning comes at the same time every day.

I was horrified, terrified, and kind of excited.  The idea of not regulating bedtime forever appealed to me.   On and off for the next dozen years I remembered this sage advice.

So when the time came, I canceled curfew for both of my daughters as part of their 18th birthday celebration. We had lots of practice with "roommate rules" which included letting me know when you are home, the last one in locks the door, shuts off the lights, and everyone sets their own alarm. They each messed up, many times.  Since they were still living at home I made the coffee and enforced going to class so they could be truly miserable.  We repeated this lesson as often as necessary before their freshman year of college.  I learned how to fall asleep when my kids were still out at night, and return to sleep once they checked in.  I didn't have to nag, threaten, or ground them.  It was even kind of fun.

This partnership in learning was successful not because they did it "perfectly" but because they didn't, and they managed the accountability from home. Now that they are both past their freshman year of college they keep weird hours, but its all good.  Transitioning home for breaks means resuming the "roomate rules" that worked since they turned 18.  Now they don't have to check in when they come home, because I know they've got it figured out.  I rest easy.

It will be a long time before our bedtimes are in sync, but that's okay.  I still enjoy making coffee for them in the morning.





Monday, July 22, 2013

Parenting within the speed limit


I was recently stopped by a police officer for speeding.  This kind of recklessness is not typical for me.  But there was a greater, cosmic, reason for me to be breaking rules.  I was on a rescue mission involving  my young adult.  She had a problem and wanted me to be there. I was in helicopter parent mode and there was some temporary insanity involved.   I was not subject to the laws of reason or limit.

I needed to be stopped.
I had time to think while I waited for my ticket.  Why is parenting a young adult so hard? 
 
The police officer was kind, polite, and twentysomething. The irony was not lost on me. 
 
Maybe parenting a young adult is hard because they are adults now. My daughter WANTED me to be there.  She didn't NEED for me to be there. In fact she had driven herself to our meeting place and was on time, no speeding involved.
 
As parents we have a great responsibility to provide a strong foundation. We "train them in the way they should go." But once they get to a certain point, it becomes their journey. We can advise them, but whether they want our advice or take our advice is really up to them. 
 
Both of my daughters are now fully engaged in their second education.  Life.  Life will teach them some valuable hard lessons. 
  
Will they consult with me about their life lessons? Sometimes, if I don't talk too much or push too hard or rush in to rescue. 
 
Wisdom isn't given it is earned.
 
My daughter asked me to join her, not to fix the problem.  Big difference.
 
Of course I thanked the twentysomething police officer when he gave me my ticket. It only cost me $149 to learn to slow down and discontinue my rescue missions.  This past week I paid my fine and was informed that I am on 90 days probation.  Basically if I don't do anything stupid, the whole speeding thing will be forgiven and forgotten.  I hope I don't screw it up.
 
My name is Dr. Lisa, and I am a recovering helicopter parent.. I am gaining wisdom and exercising caution during the next 90 days. One day at a time.
 
What parenting trap has slowed you down lately?
 
 
 

Monday, July 1, 2013

The Independence of Young Adulthood

Once you are a mom, you will always be a mom. 

But parenting is a time limited job. If you are good at it you will be become obsolete in that role.  Since the goal is to raise a child, once that child is an adult you are done with the parenting part.  If you are wise you will slowly move yourself into a consultant role to your emerging adult as a mutual process. It is painful, wonderful, exciting, terrifying, and true.  You will not always be a parent.

My first wake up call to the shelf life of my own parenting was at the office.  I was listening to this young man who was preparing for his senior year of high school.  He was such a capable kid; strong character, good grades,terrific support system, many talents and abilities.  He expressed concern about the frightening personality change in his mother.  She was suddenly "always mad." She had transformed into this controlling, obsessed, critical, zombie woman.  He dreaded the "nagfest" every time he ran into her, which was less and less frequent as he was trying to avoid her drama.
"This morning was the WORST! She actually made little sticky notes with things she wants me to do and covered my door with them while I was asleep! What is wrong with her?" He was worried.

Although I wasn't sure, I said that I suspected that his mom was feeling time slip away. This time next year he would be preparing for college. "I know it sounds wierd but I think she is trying to let you know that she will miss you." I suggested that he set up a time to talk with her and take notes about what she thought was important to accomplish in preparing for his future. "She will be okay again." I reassured him.

Later I drove home to remove all of the sticky notes I had plastered all over my daughter's bedroom door.  Good thing she slept past noon. 

Developmental psychologists suggest that for most kids there is a gradual letting go of parental dependence at the rate of about 10% each year starting at age 10.  It is not that 10-20s  don't need parenting- more that it is natural for kids to attempt increased decision making during this time period.  In contrast, some kids are steadfast in their dependency until one day they peel themselves off like a used bandaid.  Funny thing.  Parenting works like that too!  If you prepare yourself a little at a time by giving your kiddo practice with increased independence in decisions and self-management, the shift is subtle.  But if you wait too long, do too much, barge in with your sticky notes, to do lists, and other parental torture devices . . . well, you get the picture.  It gets complicated.

Casa Marotta is preparing for a re-launch.  The Artist has completed her gap year and will attend graduate school in the fall.  This is a capable young adult.  She has matured so much since that first launch to college.  It is unlikely that she will only make mature decisions from this point forward but that isn't my job anymore.  It is officially her job.  So while I watch her negotiate apartment contracts, interview roomates, and select her internships for the fall semester I remind myself to hold back until I am invited to share my wisdom.  She needs to direct herself and access support on her own steam.  My tongue has become sore from biting it, and my head spins from trying to avoid overstepping with unwanted questions or remiders, but I know this pain is just part of the letting go. 

Because at the end of my job of parenting, I will still be a mom.  I will always be a mom. And being a mom is pretty darn terrific.

How are you doing with letting go?