Good Parents Make Their Kids "Face The Fear"!

Peyton Pinkerton, 37, has been known to run out of malls, fairgrounds, and other places "on repeated occasions," to flee the object of his personal phobia: clowns (Coulrophobia). Why, you ask?

"I was yelled at by a birthday party clown when I was about 4 years old and have been absolutely terrified of them ever since. If I'm surprised by seeing a clown, it's like snakes or rats. My fight-or-flight response kicks in," Pinkerton says. (Source: CNN article below.)

As a child I had a bad fear of unleashed dogs. If I saw them, my flight response kicked in and I was off to the races! (Typically with the dog hot on my heels--cause they like the running game!) Turns out that when I was a toddler, a big dog knocked me down and growled at me. That was it for me! (Cynophobia=fear of dogs)

The POINT is...phobias often begin in childhood through a traumatic event. And the various ways parents and the children themselves deal with phobias typically makes them worse. (The #1 reason women seek professional counseling is for help in overcoming a phobia.) (Source, CNN article below)

As any GOOD PARENT knows, there is no place for fear in the life of the successful person. No fear. Winners fight, losers take flight. When the child of the good parent experiences fear, to take advantage of the teachable moment (and to avoid
public embarrassment--Agoraphobia), the good parent has only one strategy: "FACE THE FEAR, DUDE!"

Over the years, I've seen good parents employ various innovative strategies to help their cowering children "face the fear." Here are two:

A 7-ish looking boy who is obviously terrified of water (Hydrophobia) refusing to get into a vacation hotel pool. Apparently, by NOT swimming, the boy was starting to ruin his good dad's expensive %$#$#% vacation (cause that is what dear dad kept yelling at the kid). The macho dad's next best idea was to carry his now kicking and screaming son to the deep end and throw him in. Oh yes. This was smart.

After dropping like a rock, the boy popped above the water, screaming bloody murder, coughing and gagging on the water he swallowed. The dad continued to yell at him...finally pulling him out of the water by one arm and storming back to his hotel room....boy in tow (obviously dad was overcome by "Kakorrhaphiophobia"- a fear of failure or defeat).

--A 4-year-old girl who is terrified of dogs (cynophobia)--is screaming and trying to scramble away from a large dog. Her mom handles it with verbal encouragement, "Oh don't be a scared little baby...pet the dog...you are making mommy mad!" Mom then grabs her daughter's hand, "PET THE DOG...it's a sweet dog...stop being a scaredy cat!" and forces her to pet the snout of the dog, resulting in the girl kicking, screaming using every ounce of her strength to run away. In short...a Hallmark moment.

Okay, so you tried throwing the kid into the pool, and making the daughter pet the savage beast close to the mouth. Hey, you even tried yelling and shaming...possibly even some "corporal" punishment. Well, goood effort. Maybe next time, try a few of these things...

1) Don't set a timeline on when a kid should overcome a phobia. Some will require a lot of your time and patience. PATIENCE! (This is my weakness, impatience.)

2) Baby steps. Anyone who has seen, "What About Bob?" knows the importance of "baby steps." Don't throw the kid into the pool. Hold them while they dangle their toes in first, etc.

3) Encouragement and Love. Encourage your child. Your anger or ridiculing will do zero good. (Well, they'll do as much good as when people try them on you :)

4) Professional help. Refer to the book Freeing Your Child from Anxiety: Powerful, Practical Solutions to Overcome Your Child's Fears, Worries, and Phobias or consider counseling.

Don't worry, it is STILL possible for your child to be a winner even if they have a phobia or two to overcome. Your status as a Good Parent CAN remain intact.

Related posts:
Loving example?
Is your child gifted?

Recommended movie: What About Bob?

Here is a great book with solid advice to help your child overcome fears and phobias: Freeing Your Child from Anxiety: Powerful, Practical Solutions to Overcome Your Child's Fears, Worries, and Phobias

Click here for the original article: CNN Article on Phobias!

Good Parents Raise Only Gifted Children! (The Story of Little "Drunk")

(See above--Kid who does NOT belong to a Good Parent, i.e., my kid.)

Good parents must have gifted children. As everyone knows, children of good parents are to be little "mini-me's" of their brilliant, multi-talented, wildly successful mom and dad. Nothing validates good parents like a gifted child.

The goal is to be sure the child knows, from a very young age, that they are the "goodest". Certainly better than the under-achieving riff-raff (i.e. kids like yours!). A superior "snowflake." The annoying ones--errr, "anointed ones."

Watch one such parent in action in this clip from the old movie, Parenthood. (You need only watch it from the 4 minutes, 35 seconds mark through 5 minutes, 40 seconds).

Good parents spare no expense to ensure their child is gifted. On the way home from the hospital with their golden child, they drive immediately to get the child on the waiting list for the exclusive, private daycare "academy" in the city. You know, one of those "hoity-toity"(sp?) elite places that promises by the time your little Morgan-Elisea enters kindergarten, she will be fluent in three languages, be a piano or violin virtuoso, excel in one or more sports, and will test in the top 2% on all measures of "smarty-pants-edness." (All for a mere $1,200 a week per child!)

Good parents will not be dissuaded from the belief that their child is gifted. Call it tenacity (or clinging like grim death to a dream). Even if their kid ends up running around with a bucket on his head rather than learning French, tanking in his grades, and more interested in Guitar Hero III than the violin--that is all just evidence that he IS gifted, but acting out because he is so FAR HEAD of the other kids he is bored. Yes, what a magical fairy-land to live in.

I remember when I realized the death of my dream, realizing that my kids were NOT gifted. At first, I just felt DEEP disappointment in both of my children. How could they have let me down! (I heard Marvin Gaye in my head singing, "Makes me wanna' hollah'...the way they do my life!") Utter despair. After all my hard work, I was not to be a good parent--I was out of the club.

Looking back, I should have seen the warning signs. It was that birthday "party," my son attended when he was 4. The host child had invited a number of his "gifted" posse. I knew this because they had proudly written "(GIFTED)" on their name tags..."Hello! I'm: KIN or 'Golden' (Gifted)"

I wish I'd noticed this BEFORE I wrote on my son's name tag: "Hello! I'm: DRUNK!!" (It was a JOKE!) AT one point, Mike got too loud and host mom called out, "Little DRUNK!" You make brain hurt with loudnesss. Quiet manners please, okay?" She approached me for conversation later, "So you are DRUNK father?" Ummm... :)

The party hit full gear, with the "gifted"-tagged kids quietly discussing quantum physics and creating a scale model of a magical city called "Tokyo/ DC", using only Lego's. My son gave this about 30 seconds of focused thought, then found a hula hoop, a length of rope and a kid that was also not "gifted"-tagged and they were soon in the yard "lassoing" each other.

There were other clues. I've been to other parties over the years. Same deal. Good parents holding me captive spouting on and on about their gifted child. In response, I experience the temptation to self-harm. Followed soon after by a profound sense of losing my will to live. Ultimately, I resorted to sarcasm just to make the bloated, ultimately self-glorifying monologues STOP! Some examples follow:

GOOD PARENT: My son (pre-K) just had his first oil painting entered in the County art fair. He won top prize!

SARCASTIC ME: My son (same age) just colored a house with stick people--he didn't even trace! And he only ate one crayon! We are SO proud!

GOOD PARENT: My daughter is skipping 2nd grade, going straight from 1st to 3rd grade! Hopefully 3rd grade will challenge her, at least a little bit!

ME: My daughter gets to repeat the first grade--once she gets out of juvie! So you know, we're happy.

GOOD PARENT: My oldest daughter, Melissa is busy with so many extra-curriculars: She tutors junior high kids, heads up the debate team, edits the school newspaper, is on the school swim team, and...

ME: Extra-curriculars...hmmm, my daughter is really into talking on the phone and texting--she texts REAL FAST! It's amazing...

GOOD PARENT: Suzette is now fluent in French--imagine that--fluent at 7!

ME: My daughter just learned a new curse word in French!

(Yes all lies...but it made me feel better.)

Recent research shows that like 98% of parents think their child is gifted, while the real percentage closer to like 5% at best. (See the excellent article below "Is your kid really gifted? Probably not." ). Oh yeah, you'll want lots of copies of that for all those good parents you know out there :)

In COMMENTS below, tell us about your gifted child! Actually, please don't. :) Seriously, how do you know what is fair to expect from your child?

When might a parent be pushing too hard or expecting too much? Expecting too little?

Suggested Resource:
Your Child's Strengths: Discover Them, Develop Them, Use Them

Other posts:
Caring About What People Think
Good Parents Make Sure Their Child Stands Out

Superb article for enriching your child's life and for stimulating their desire to learn and more: Is your kid really gifted? Probably not

Nominate an inspirational family (preferable one with a gifted child...hee): Families That Inspire

It's ALL Dad's Fault!!

Self-image tanking? Insensitive "comments" from DAD caused this.
Rebellious and delinquent? Authoritarian DAD--with all his laws and regulations did this to us.
Sexually active at a young age? DAD didn't say "I love you" enough and wasn't caring or affectionate--we were just looking for love.
Angry at men? Dang straight, because DAD ticked us off so much, all up in our biz!
No direction in life? DAD wasn't there to help us find our way--he was too busy finding his own.
Abandonment issues? DAD left at some point, didn't care about us.

Headaches? DAD used to get headaches.
Demanding, mean person? DAD again--Old Yeller.
Bad hair day? DAD's fault (he has hair too--well, a little).
Struggling to be a good parent? It's the OLD MAN's fault too!

In my junior high school, when "momma" jokes were flourishing, there was a saying amongst my many fatherless friends, "Say what you want about the old man...but don't talk about the lady." That's kind of a mantra for a lot of folks, even now.

Dads are to blame for pretty much everything. No question we have a bad dad problem in our country--more than our share of them. And their negative impact on our lives can be crippling--for a time. BUT friend if you are even in your upper 20's and you are still citing the bad dad mantra--time to move on. (Hey, blaming my dad worked swell for me over the years!)

Bears repeating, you must move on.

Let me tell you a story (shared as true).

With a Dad Like Mine...
A story is told of two twin brothers, sons to a father who was "ain't nuthin' but worthless" (Southern twang). A drunken scoundrel, a brawler, a thief, an adulterer, a cheat--all this and more could describe him. He was in and out of jail throughout the boy's coming up years.

As the years went by, the boy's paths diverged. One twin followed the exact path of his father. He got into drugs at a young age, became an alcoholic and was committed to a life of crime. He was angry, mean and he achieved quite an extensive criminal record. By age 20 he was doing serious time at the state pen.

The other twin graduated valedictorian of his class, went to college and becamse a wildly successful, self-made business man. He was a happy, upstanding, well-adjusted guy--inspiring even. He also happened to be running for public office. The brothers had not spoken in years.

A reporter became aware of the story of the two brothers. He was so intrigued by the opposite paths the brothers had followed...he knew there was a story to find.

The reporter interviewed both brothers. The successful brother who lived in a nice big house in one of the most exclusive suburbs in town and the incarcerated brother in his "home" at the state pen.

As the reporter went through his questions, he happened to ask both brothers about their notorious father. When asked why each was where he was in life, both teared up and said the SAME exact thing:
"With a dad like mine...how could I have turned out any other way?"

Think about it...we have more power over our path than we might imagine...and so do our kids.

Click here for help in overcoming toxic parenting: Toxic Parents: Overcoming Their Hurtful Legacy and Reclaiming Your Life

In COMMENTS below, please make your opinion known:

* Was your dad a good dad or a bad dad? Why?

* Is the "bad dad" thing just a bum rap or is it true? Why?

* What role do our choices play in our life's outcome?

* What are the choices we need to make to overcome the wounds or harm of bad parenting by our dads (or moms)?

Be sure to visit our sister blog: Families in the News or the dad blog of a friend of mine who is doing great things: Clark Kent's Lunchbox

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See these posts for more "good dad" and "bad dad" reading:

Parents: The Ticking Crocodile Chases Each of Us

Caring About What People Think

Even the Bad Dads Need Love This Father's Day

Talula Does the Hula and More Great Names for Children (Families in the News, #8)

(New Zealand) Some names are so weird they constitute child abuse, according to a court in New Zealand. The family court judge reached that conclusion after hearing evidence in the case of a girl named "Talula Does the Hula From Hawaii." In a nutshell: The clueless parents were so resolute in keeping their daughter's name as it was, that she had to take them to court and become a ward of the state just to get her name changed. Sheesh!

Yes, Talula Does the Hula From Hawaii was her name. It's not just stars like Courteney Cox and Gwyneth Paltrow coming up with wackadoo names for their kids (Coco and Apple respectively). There are also the wonderful names us regular folks come up with, like Tamikalashika Chantalisha Wilson, or Princess Chiquita-Kiwi Smith, or even starry names my high school creative writing teacher gave her girls: Glitter, Sparkle, and Twinkle. (Hey man...it was the late 70's man, and man she was like, far out, hippy-ish, funky and cool--one of my favorite teachers).

So getting back to Talula...and the twins named Benson and Hedges. Fortunately, New Zealand authorities have been able to prevent unsmart parents from using these names: Fish and Chips, Yeah Detroit, Stallion, Twisty Poi, Keenan Got Lucky, Sex Fruit, Fat Boy, Satan, Adolf Hitler and 4Real.

Some "rather unfortunate" names that made it through the system were: O.crnia (after how her mother spelled "Oceania" when texting), Violence, Midnight Chardonnay and Number 16 Bus Shelter.

A few rules of thumb for naming your kids...

1) Don't name your child when under the influence. If history has taught us anything, it is, do not name children when drunk, just after dropping acid, or while tripping on hash--or conversely, when you are off your prescribed meds. This is where names like "Euphoric Fruit Punch," "Moon Doe", "Harmony Vibe" and all variations of "Sky" came from (Skye, Skytripper, etc.)

2) Avoid referencing your current emotion or state of mind. We know having a baby makes you feel "Happy", or "Sleepy" or even "Hiptastic", but don't be "Dopey" or your kid will end up "Grumpy." "Joy" is okay--though not for a boy--Joy-Boy bad. "Hiptastic" is not good for a girl or boy.

3) It's not about YOU! It's not about having a lifelong joke to tell, memorializing a favorite memory (Yeah Detroit couldn't have come from that...:) ) or paying tribute to a hero. One unfortunate girl has 25 middle names, all after prize fighters: "Autumn Sullivan Corbett Fitzsimmons Jeffries Hart Burns Johnson Willard Dempsey Tunney Schmeling Sharkey Carnera Baer Braddock Louis Charles Walcott Marciano Patterson Johansson Liston Clay Frazier Foreman Brown."

Apparently this was done because her grandparents were, "obsessed with boxing and have a bit of a daft sense of humor." Yes, daft captures it.

4) Name the child Jacob or Emily---like EVERYONE else!!! (Top names this year.) But avoid the temptation to name him or her Jacily (Ja-silly). Okay, thanks.

In COMMENTS below, let us know...

• some of the crazy child names amongst your friends and family.
• what you think of parents who do this.
• if a bad or unusual name is a form of child abuse as the New Zealand court ruled.
• great sources for child names...that won't land you in court with your kid some day.

To read the original article, follow this link (from July 2008): http://blogs.usatoday.com/ondeadline/2008/07/parents-lose-cu.html and http://blogs.usatoday.com/ondeadline/2007/06/one-baby-girl-n.html?loc=interstitialskip

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How Being a Boy Almost Killed Me (If My Parents Had Known, They WOULDA' Killed Me!)

When I was growing up, I could have died. Real bad. A whole bunch of times. And my parents never knew it until now. ("Hi mom and dad!")

Oh and don't feel so smug about your kids. Chances are you won't find out until 20 years from now about the numb-skulled, death-defying craziness your child is into RIGHT NOW. I am talking about the kind of stuff that could turn them into a potted plant--or plant them six feet under. (Think of all YOUR death-defying "Jackass TV show"-like near death experiences!) And why don't you know? Because they are afraid you would KILL them if you found out!

Here were just a few of my near-death experiences:

Death By Hot Dog and Kool-Aid--I was 5-years-old, at my friend Bernard's birthday party. There were many hot dogs. Me and Bernard, being the party "clowns"--competed to see how many we could stuff into our mouths. I ended up with such a huge wad of hotdog and bun in my mouth that I could not chew or swallow. That LAST thing I was going to do was spit out the whole glob...but I swear it was about to gag me.

Some kids noticed and started making fun and laughing. I couldn't help myself and started laughing real hard which made me choke real bad. I ran to a bush, and spit out a real lot. I returned to the table and drank some Kool-Aid. I started laughing again--and Kool-Aid came out of my nose!! I was petrified--I thought it was blood. I seriously thought I could have died real bad--twice in 3 minutes.

Arrows From Heaven
There was this time when I was 5 or 6, playing with a big group of kids, when a teenage boy invited us over to his back yard. We were honored a cool teenager even paid attention to us without trying to take our money or push us around. So we went.

The game he introduced us to this day was simple: He would shoot target arrows up into the sky...and all us little kids would try to avoid them as they came back down. :)

What a blast! When his friend joined him and we had two arrows to stay away from it got really crazy! What a fun time--that is, until I got tired of looking up. That's when a falling arrow grazed my shoulder. Six inches over...at best I'd still be trying to re-learn my ABC's today, worst-case I could have been dead, real bad.

BB Gun Ricochet
Like Ralphie in, A Christmas Story, I TOO got a Red Ryder BB gun for Christmas. I was 9. Just like Ralphie, I put the target right up against a piece of scrap metal, pumped off a shot and I was HIT! On the arm...a foot and a half higher, it could have put my eye out...or gone through the eye and into my brain and I would have been dead, real bad.

Freewheelin' on Benton Hill
We had this steep hill in our neighborhood. We loved to freewheel down the hill on bikes at terrifying speed. (Freewheel=the bravest/ toughest kids put our feet up onto our handle bars--totally off the pedals and unable to brake). At the very bottom of this steep hill was a blind cross street--you couldn't really see the traffic coming in time to save you--you just tried to navigate into a certain long driveway--or you would meet the curb at high speed. Oh yeah, death was possible, by car or by curb.

I was ten when I went freewheeling down Benton Hill for like the hundredth time in my life. Maybe I was cocky. Maybe I just got careless... I almost hit a car. A braking driver, a curb, and a nice big bush saved me from being dead, real bad.

There were others--getting a dart stuck in my cheek--about 2 inches from my eye (I was throwing them into the basement ceiling): going headfirst over the handlebars of my 10-speed and landing on my head, and so on. But the point is made. Though being a boy almost killed me, I survived. You survived. And so did these boys...

COULD THIS BE YOUR CHILD IN THIS SHOPPING CART?



CAUTION: BAD LANGUAGE...VOLUME OFF TO AVOID...


Only "advice" I can give here is...protect your kids all you want. You can't keep them safe every second of the day--even if you're the BEST parent in the whole wide world, and you are constantly hovering. Protective actions are prudent. Freaking out too much due to over-protectiveness will introduce a weirdness into your relationship which will rob your kid(s) of some of the most important things you are to provide as a parent--a sense of safety, security, and confidence in facing life in this big, bad old world.

SO what can you do? Go give your kid(s) a hug, tell them how much you love them. And let them know that if they ever do something stupid that gets them dead real bad...you're gonna have to kill them. But then again, they know that already :)

Click here to read a post on this blog about the teen brain and risk-taking behavior--why it happens and what you can do to try and stop it!

In COMMENTS below, please:

• Tell about times when you were a kid and almost ended up "dead, real bad".


• How do YOU find peace when fear for your child's safety overwhelms you?


• What are some practical things you do to keep your child safe?

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Ain't Nothin' But a Twin Thang! (Sibling Rivalry x10...and what to do about it)

I have an identical twin. His name is Phil. Mine is James ("Jimmy" way back when, Jim now). So there was no cutesy name stuff happening, thank God. No Jimmy and Timmy, Billy Bobby and Bobby Robby, or Skeeter and Peter. One small grace in an otherwise graceless situation.

Many people would say to us "being a twin must be awesome!" We would just look at the person in amazement, and say (probably in unison), "Now you are just talking like a crazy person!"

Mom used to talk crazy too. I think we were 3-4 when mom started telling us stuff like, "If you ever need a kidney, your brother could give you one of his!" This brought up a few questions:

"What's a kidney?"

"How? Does he reach inside, take it out and hand it over?"

Mom answered our questions (but she had to be wrong--GROSS!) But I couldn't imagine my brother giving me a kidney--at least not without a fight. We fought over food, friends, toys and every other possession...didn't look good for kidney sharing.

You see as twins we were already conditioned in hundreds of different ways to to be enemies, adversaries, competitors...not charitable givers--at least not to one another. If you think sibling rivalry is bad...for twins who shared the same egg and DNA...it's rivalry x 10, I promise you.

It meant, separate birthday party tables (better be the same number of kids at each--and have friends switch tables at mid-party), separate birthday cakes (better be the SAME exact size), same IDENTICAL toys (though when possible, different colors), and absolutely equal treatment in EVERY area from hugs and snuggles, encouragement and praise, to food portions, parental time, attention, interest--everything.

Mom would talk with other mothers who would ask the typical...Who was born first? (me by 6 minutes...na-na-na-na-na-na!) Who walked first? Who talked first? Which one is/ was the best baby? Me and Phil treasured all this information...ammunition in the battle for superiority.

Here is just a small sampling of the constant reminders to me and Phil that we were competitors for the hearts and minds of everyone in our world...

• Mom says there were times when one of us was breast-fed twice...while the other one got nothing. That right there is enough to put us at each other's throats for a lifetime, but I will continue...


• Grandma gave our older brother and sister $10 each for their birthdays. She gave Phil and me $10 to split between us. Yes, this happened. This almost put me in therapy.


• Which of you is smartest? ("Me...duhhhhh!" If people who asked us this had been smarter, we'd have been nicer when responding...)


• Which one of you is the ladies man/ has had the most girlfriends? (This one was extended even onto our girlfriends, "Which one of you has the prettiest girlfriend?" We would also have girls come up to us and decide out loud who was cutest or who had the best personality...nothing like losing that one.)


• Which of you is strongest/ most athletic? Which is better at baseball? Football? Basketball? Faster? Throws farthest? Hits a baseball best? and so on. Might as well say it...who's the REAL man between you two...and who's the sissy?


• Which of you has the most friends? (Well, minus you now for asking, that means I have this many ____.)

And on, and on , and on.

Me and Phil share the same DNA, but we are very different. We have different personalities, temperaments, talents, gifts, interests, opinions--quite a list. At times we can still finish one another's sentences. But not as much anymore. The point is, we are very different and so is every child.

Each child has a different "love language"--a different way each needs to be nurtured, built up, guided, challenged, and disciplined--through hundreds of different words, actions and attitudes that ultimately say, "I love YOU!" The key is for us to strive to treat each child as an individual, to never define one child in comparison to another. We have to refuse to compare our child unfavorably with another as a motivational ploy as well (ex. "Why can't you earn better grades, like your brother/ __________ [someone else's kid]?")

Finally, if you ever meet a twin, look into their eyes with compassion, give them a sympathetic nod that says, "I know". Then give them a $20--or whatever cash you have on you...(cause if Grandma didn't short-change them, some uncle with a bad sense of humor did)

Please respond to the following questions in COMMENTS below...

• What struggles with sibling rivalry have you had in your home? What has worked for you in resolving them? In preventing rivalry?
• So what do you do to make sure your kids feel loved as individuals?
• Oh, or you can just tell us about your painful (or magical) twin experience...

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BatMom! Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na...BatMom! Families in the News Part 7

"STEVENSVILLE, Montana (AP) — About 90 elementary school students in Montana have started a series of rabies shots after a parent let them touch a dead bat that was later confirmed to be diseased." (Source AP, c/o USA Today, see link below)

Okay...here's a good one. Bat-Mom shows up at school with a nature project. Dead bat. Goes to five classes and lets say oh, about 90 kids TOUCH the dead bat. Though sanitary wipes were provided, as most people SHOULD know bats have a high rabies rate..and should not be touched. (How can a typical "helicopter" parent not know this?)


I'm not sayin mom's a ding-bat, but she sure should have spent more time in the bat cave, doing her bat research, before she loaded up the bat minivan and drove to the bat school for "bat-dead stuff" show and tell. (What about the five teachers who allowed this in their class..not ONE knew better??)

Bottom line: All exposed kids are undergoing PAINFUL rabies treatments to the bat tune of $150,000.

Oh, and one pro-active measure the school is taking. They will now require ALL visitors to register and get a visitor pass--even a Bat Mom. (Is it just me or is this the ONLY school in America without this policy already?)

So what do you think about this? Leave comments below!!

Read the original story here...
http://www.kare11.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=526448&provider=email

Two Tykes on Trikes Cross Highway on Quest for Quisp and Quake! Parenting and Nutrition

The plan was perfect:

• Snatch spare change from around house (steal from mom's purse if necessary).


• Drive tricycles to grocery store which was far away (2 miles).


• Purchase Quisp and Quake cereal because mom wouldn't buy sugary cereals for us.

I was 3-years-old when I hatched this scheme. Admittedly, I did have an accomplice, my identical twin brother Phil (that's us above in 1965--with trike!) To this day, I insist (to my mom) it was all Phil's idea.

What inspired our daring caper beyond the lure of sugary cereal? Why the ability to fly of course! You see, if we mailed in 5 Quisp box tops and a few bucks for shipping (we were also willing to take from mom's purse) we would get our own free beanie hat with propeller on top, enabling us to fly around like Quisp! (Watch the 1965 commercial below that got us ALL excited!) Through my skillful negotiation, Phil settled for sending in Quake boxtops for a construction helmet with light! We promised to share. You may remember, Quisp and Quake were always competing...like me and Phil. Watch this...




Sidebar: A previous attempt to fly had not gone well. Me and Phil were convinced we could fly by jumping off the swing set slide trusting an umbrella (and magic!) to not only stop our fall, but to lift us to the rooftops! Yeah. That didn't happen. Phil went first, but being twins, I thought I could succeed where he had failed (competitive). Yeah, so we both suffered the reality of unhindered gravity.

Sidebar to sidebar: The inspiration for this act was not Beavis and Butthead or Bart Simpson, but another show that surely led to surge in child mischief and trips to the hospital --you guessed it--the movie Mary Poppins...but I digress. Back on track...

We had the money. Time for phase two. We revved up the trikes and starting down the road toward Highway 17 in Paramus, New Jersey. We were 10 houses away from our home, down the road and just about to cross a VERY busy avenue that fed right into the 17.

And we would have done it too...had we not been stopped short by a "bossy" crossing guard who stuck her nose where it didn't belong (after all...aren't there 3 year-old's committing serious crime that she SHOULD have been looking out for?). That and she knew mom--yikes!-- (this was back when people knew their neighbors--a long, long time ago, when neighbor=friend, not like now where neighbor=nuisance). Yes, this "crabby lady" was trying to keep us from our adventure and fun. It quickly became clear to us that she did not recognize our advanced trike skills on sub-highways. (What a killjoy!)

Anyway, we were tazered and cuffed...I mean we were walked to a nearby home, and mom was called, and boy did we get a spankin! (Oops, all that was an extended typo, so to re-interpret what I just said--and to please the child and protective services types out there--my mom "proceeded to persuade us, through verbal reasoning and AND 'manually applied physical motivation' that our behavior could be improved--but that we were so special and good!")

Right now you are asking...why? WHY do two 3-year-old's come up with a knucklehead scheme like this JUST for CEREAL? (Aside from the fact that men and boys have a relationship with cereal I don't think any woman understands...) Simply this--the forbidden fruit principle--that and the lure of the exotic and exciting--(remember how exciting Quisp looked on TV!!).

Our parents did not allow us to eat sugary cereals. It was like treasure to us and we were on the hunt! Soft drinks were rarely found in our home. Oh, and there were no debates on what we ate...we ate what mom cooked. Corn Flakes and the like for breakfast. No McDonalds either...that was a rare treat. Dairy Queen, hardly ever. Maybe a few times a year we would get that. I can remember every one I think. Some would define this as abuse.

After twenty years of parentin' I grudgingly admit my parents got this right. Yes this parenting "expert"* is serving himself up as a cautionary tale for you. Me and Karen got it wrong with our kids--we of the "kindler/ gentler" parenting generation--a generation that said too often, "my dad and/or mom used to MAKE us ____________ so I will NEVER make my kids _______." (Fill in the blank with stuff like: "eat vegetables", "go to bed a certain time," "wear non-designer clothes," "share toys," "be nice," "do chores," "go outside," "respect 'elders'--even imperfect ones," "go to church", "realize the world does not revolve around you," "eat dinner as a family." On and on it goes...add your below in COMMENTS)

Too often we allowed the food our kids ate to be debatable. Sometimes we dug in our heels on it, but we blinked before our kids did. They've had way too much McDonalds. Way too many soft drinks, too little agua (water). And their dental bills tell the story. (Did you know that one KEY reason why kids are so tired and unfocused at school is because they are not properly hydrated, i.e. they need to drink more water?)

PLEASE, avoid our mistake. Be sure your kids, from a young age, learn proper nutrition and develop healthy eating habits. This will require a lot of discipline on your part, and you will be denied the warm fuzzy of being your child's "friend", instead feeling the cold sting of the realization that you are the "parent", but in the long run, your good work will be rewarded. Hang tough! Don't be a push-over on this. There is too much on the line.

Chances are your 3-year-old won't come up with a scheme involving stealing, driving a trike across a busy road on a quest for cereal...but if they do...you've done your job.

(* A friend of mine defines "expert" as an "ex" (used to be), "spurt" (water squirting) or, "a has-been drip under pressure.")

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Do All White People Like to Hate Their Parents?

Do all white children hate their parents? One blogger who hit the big-time seems to think so.

Christian Lander, (white guy) author of the humorous blog, "Stuff White People Like" is now the author of the top-selling book, Stuff White People Like: The Definitive Guide to the Unique Taste of Millions. In that book he asserts that white people hate their parents--here's how it goes:

"If you are a strict parent who makes your kids have a curfew, do homework, and not smoke weed, then you are almost guaranteed to have them scream at you, write poems about how much they hate you, and relate to songs by bands from Orange County and Florida....


On the other hand, if you are a super-laid-back parent who lets your kids go to parties and drink in the house, and you smoke weed together, you are only delaying the hatred. Because these kids eventually end up doing something stupid with their lives--dropping out of college, trying to become a painter, or spending time in a Thai prison. At which point, they hate you for being too lax and not caring enough." (Source: Stuff White People Like: The Definitive Guide to the Unique Taste of Millions, Random House 2008, pages 20-21)

(If you're white, appreciate quirky humor, and aren't too thin-skinned, you'll get a kick out of the book.)

Now some parents say, "if your kid doesn't hate you, you're not doing your job." I am more of the mind that, if your kid hates you all the time...you may need to dial down on the intensity in the parenting approach. But yeah, I agree, if you are doing the job, yes, your child will feel some intense negative feelings from time-to-time. Yes, possibly even hate. And yes, they will pen the dark poetry and pour out the pain in their myspace blog page.

You are not alone!

Every kid has his moments. I sure did...but not my kids, because unlike you, I am perfect...I am the guy behind parentconsensus for crying out loud! (Yes, I am kidding.)

Saying "no." Denying our kids stuff they want with all their heart is definitely a part of living the parenting DREAM. Not allowing our children to do something "EVERYONE ELSE gets to do" is so much FUN! Aren't our kids angry or sad responses SUCH a blast? Don't you just LIVE for saying "no" to your kids? (I should hope you're pickin' up on my sarcasm---layin' it on pretty thick!)

Sometimes we can get pretty beat up by the wings of our little angels and their freedom slaps...er, flaps as they ascend. At times, your home is going to seem like a battle scene from Braveheart--your kid with face painted blue, screaming for freedom...oh yeah, nothing like it.

Don't go it alone. You'll need someone to stand with you, giving you strength to do what hurts like heck in the short-term (days, could be longer). Someone to encourage you to do exactly the right thing--for the best long term good of all involved.

Make sure you and your spouse are standing together. If there is no spouse, you need a solid friend (a parent), who shares your values to stand with you.

Stand strong. Even if everything in you feels like giving in or giving up.

Oh, and no matter how bad your kids may seem to hate you at times, as long as they don't end up in a Thai prison...you done good :)

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When is it toughest for you to take the hard stands as a parent (to say "no", to not allow them something "EVERYONE else" gets to do)? How do you handle this?

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Mom Drives Daughter to a Beat-Down: Families in the News, Part 6

"PHOENIX — Surprise police have arrested a mother they say drove her daughter and her friends to a rival's home so they could assault her."

One more from the chapter of "Jim's Book" called..."Well I May Not Be the the Best Parent in the World, But At Least I've Never Done Anything THIS Stupid," to help us all feel better about our parentin' skillz!

Okay, so "allegedly" :) this mom passed over a number of fun things she and her daughter COULD have done one day, (oh, you know, like working on homework together, learning a new skill, working out, seeing a movie, shopping, having a great discussion over a cappucino, etc.) opting instead to drive her daughter and some friends over to beat down a rival.

Sure she could have had a teachable moment here with her daughter on stuff oh, maybe like...self-control, anger management, conflict resolution, how to obey the law, how not to be a moron--you know, stuff like that. She gets an "A" for creativity though. I mean driving my teen daughter and friends over to beat up another teenage girl has never occurred to un-creative me.

I can just imagine the eulogy for this mom when that day comes. Daughter is teary-eyed in front of the folks gathered there, weeping, saying "There were so many treasured times with my moms...like that time she drove me and my peeps over to Tamika's house--that girl was always talking trash--and we gave Tamika a beat down--or tried--and me and moms got arrested together...(sniff!)...good times! I'll miss her so much! Peace mom--much love (pound chest)--Word!."

Now I hear there is more to the story than this. Of course there is :) There always is. But it still doesn't change the fact that mommy dearest has some o' her own learnin' to get done. I guess the thing too is, I see so many parents in public settings teaching their kids to be "ugly" that it is worth bringing up here.

Case in point: At a championship soccer playoff game here in Florida, I saw parents storm onto a soccer field (after a hard foul between players) and start pushing opposing players around!! The teenage players had to control their parents!

Onto someone else's case: The other day, a certain woman standing behind me in line with her daughter at a drugstore decided she had waited in line long enough (an elderly woman was moving a little slow paying the cashier). "Forget this!", she said loudly and agrily, as she tossed aside the items she had intended to purchase. She stormed out of the store, her embarrassed young daughter in tow, the daughter asking "Mommy, what's wrong? Mommy what happened?"

So here are some questions for the COMMENTS below:

When your kids have been wronged or mistreated and they are angry, how do you help them decompress? How do you help them manage the anger?

What are some rules you have for maintaining your self-control when you want to go off on someone--especially in front of your kids?

(Source AP, via Fox News) To get a few more details, see the link:
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,431947,00.html

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Parents, If You Could, Would You Give Your Kids Up?: Families in the News, Part 5

"OMAHA, Neb. — The grandparents of nine children who were given up by their father under Nebraska's unique safe-haven law said Thursday that they wished he would have come to them for help."



Now this is a tricky situation because this dad who left all nine of his kids at a hospital had some seriously complicated issues he is trying to work through. (He would have left 10 kids, but I guess the oldest daughter was having none of that...she is 18--I can just imagine THAT conversation).

Since the law took effect, 16 children, some of them teenagers, have been given up. (Not sure if that counts the 9.)

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What do you think about the law...in general? Good idea, bad idea? Why?

What do YOU do in those TOUGH times with your kids when you feel very frustrated or overwhelmed? Or what advice do you have for parents going through that?




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See this link for the article...(Source, Fox News, 10-2-08)

http://www.foxnews.com/wires/2008Oct02/0,4670,SafeHaven,00.html

Dad Beats Naked Boy Found in His Daughter's Room: Families in the News, Part 4

"DELTONA, Fla.--An angry Deltona father whacked his teenage daughter's boyfriend with a metal pipe after finding the boy naked in his daughter's room."

It kinda' went like this...

--Dad hears sounds coming from daughter's room around 3-4 in the AM.

--Dad proceeds to arm himself with a pipe.
--Dad proceeds to daughter's room and opens door.

--In the dark, father sees a naked "man" standing on his daughter's bed.

--Dad proceeds to beat the "man" about the head with aforementioned pipe.

--Turns out "man" was his daughter's boyfriend who had been let in through a window by the daughter so they could have consensual sex. I believe both teens were 15-years-old.

--The father did not even know his daughter HAD a boyfriend. (Doh!??)

--The girl had been going out with the boy for 16 months. (Double Doh! !!??)

--Dad is arrested.

(I believe now charges against the father have been dropped.)

I asked my fellow bloggers in blogcatalog what they thought of this dad's actions and if he was in the right. Boy, did I get an earful! The question got a whopping 222 responses over three days--the hottest discussion topic on blogcatalog for 2 days!! (only discussion bigger was: "What do you do to get people...ANYBODY to read your blog?").

Folks were divided about 50-50 (maybe a slight lean to the teen):

The pro-dad...

"....yeah he had a right to do what he did. He (boy) shouldn't of been in her house without his knowledge so he should of been seen as someone who broke into his house....Back in the day if I got caught in a girlfriends house naked I would of gotten my a** beat just for the fact. Now imagine if the father thought I was attempting to rape his daughter, I would of had a gun aimed at my head or a knife at my ______"

And the pro-teen:

"She had sex with her boyfriend, like many of us did when we were teenagers, like many people have since the beginning of freaking time.The father could have behaved like a rational adult rather than a raving lunatic. He needs to pay for what he did, he over reacted in a horrendous way and deserves jail time."

And as one might expect, a few strayed far away from topic...

"I'm hungry, who's cooking???"

So where do you weigh in on this, parents?

Was this dad right in what he did?

What are some OTHER issues that need attention here?

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Top 10 Things Parents Should Let Their Children Do at Restaurants!

I am begging all parents to PLEASE let your child do the following things at restaurants:

#10) Encourage children to whirl and dance in youthful glee around the tables. Note the look of enjoyment and smiles of appreciation on all the people around you as little Tiffany twirls and spins--(she is, after all going to be a ballerina one day and you've ALWAYS encouraged her dancing). This is especially fun when the child zips amongst all the elderly folks walking with canes and waitresses carrying large platters of HOT food!! Yes, by all means dance, dance, dance little ballerina!

#9) Give car keys to the little ones to shake constantly, without stopping--ever. Keys are especially tasty in the mouth--yum, yum...and they're not as sharp as they look or as dirty as you think. Even better...make it a FUN GAME for little Billy Bobby, allowing him to throw the keys to the floor, or over to the next table--to test the reflexes of the man innocently seated there. That's the best!

#8) Give kids lots and lots of sugar packets. Open them all. What they don't eat, they can use for art projects on the table, or to blow into the face of their sibling. Join them! Oh what fun this is, drawing our names, little faces, and cartoons into the sugar! How creative! Salt works too...but don't let them eat that! And then, don't even clean up the mess...leave it for the busboy to handle--that's their job after all.

#7) Let the children scream. Your little Madison has such a blood-curdling scream, so why not just let the child exercise those vocal chords? That way when they are a singing star (surely they will be) you can always recall such moments fondly with "she's always had a great pair of lungs!" Do NOT attempt to quiet the child. Stay involved in your chit-chat. Don't check the diaper or to see if the pacifier has fallen out...no,no,no, let 'em scream! Who knows, maybe everyone around will join in eventually? (I bet they just might!)

#6) Allow your child to perfect the fine art of spitball shooting. Oh, good shot right in the middle of the forehead! Sure, an errant spitball may hit an unsuspecting diner, but c'mon...if that diner decides to be a big baby about that, it's his problem. They need to learn to share the space with little angels like ours. Shoot those spitballs, get that battle goin'!

#5) Let the child find out what can and cannot be catapulted using fork or spoon. (So he or she will develop engineering skills and be good at Geometry one day.) The jelly packet got nice distance! The catsup container...not so much. Better practice at home (oh, that's right, we don't DO that at home.)

#4) Be sure to bring that talking or musical toy as electronic baby sitter. Then you and your spouse or friend can just talk louder too. Best yet, bring only one such toy with two kids. That way, little Jack and Hanna can perfect their arguing and negotiation skills--possibly even their hitting skills as you, oblivious, enjoy your meal! Perhaps those around you will join in and sing with the toy!

#3) Don't intervene when the child puts gloppy hands onto the hair or shirt of the guy in the booth behind you. After all, little Sammy is just curious and SO friendly. If guy notices glop in hair or on shirt, just give him a smile and a "kids-will-be-kids" shrug! Make a half-hearted attempt to try and correct Sammy. But don't seriously attempt to stop his socializing by insisting he sit down and turn around in his seat to face the table. Go back to checking your Crackberry and let him do this 10-11 more times to the stranger--don't say a thing more about it. Let Sammy choose how to behave. Wheee boy!

#2) Let children serve themselves at the buffet bar...sampling at will, sticking hands directly in the food, dropping food off their plate onto the floor, coughing and sneezing on the food, wiping their nose with their hand and using it to scoop up Mac and cheese. It's a buffet...everybody gets to pick what they want and serve themselves! For a second, think of helping the child, but once the fresh yeast rolls are out--RUN for them! Leave little Hailey there for other adults to help...it's every man, woman and child for themselves--it's YEAST rolls man!

and #1) Encourage loud slurping on finished soft drinks, and loud burps. One or even a few times is NOT ENOUGH. Must keep doing constantly. Burp the alphabet. Burp a song. Join in with the child. Burp and slurp your little heart out with little Richie! Encourage him by agreeing with Shrek, "Better out than in, I always say! Ha-Ha! Hee-hee!"

After all...kids WILL be kids and adults just need to learn to deal! Right?

Yes, I am trying reverse psychology--thanks for picking up on that. Stop the madness!

Actually, all this to ask, "What are some manners you emphasize to your kids on restaurant behavior and HOW do you do teach them manners?" Please leave your comments below!

(Thanks Sally P. for brainstorming on a few of these!)

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Dear Dad, The War is Over

(This is a departure from my normal light-hearted bloggin' self, but I had to go here man. For a humorous post about me and dad, see my July 28 post: http://www.parentconsensus.com/blog/2008/07/caring-about-what-people-think-cowboy.html )

Boy this picture...it just brings back so many fond memories of me and dad. Yep...good times! Dad was a yeller. If he wanted something done, anger and yelling were his two favorite motivational approaches. This colors many of my earliest memories.

When I was little, in my child's mind, I just wanted my dad to be happy with me, I wanted to be sure he liked me. Whereas other kids my age seemed to brush off such things, as far back as I can remember, these things hit me deep. I tried and tried to make him happy, but then there would be the anger, the yelling and I would fail to please again, and again, and again. By my teen years I had decided it was just not possible. I gave up on me and dad--I had to. It was too painful to keep hoping things could change.

How did I feel? I remember seeing a video where a man recounted how his stepdad ignored him, pretty much treated him like he was invisible. But the one time the stepdad did engage with him, it went like this: "Hey you...you know you're nothing but a seagull, good for nothing but eating and pooping."* Though my dad never went THAT far in what he said of me...I felt that same worthlessness and hopelessness in the face of the anger and the criticism--that my father had given up on me. The wound went deep. I felt a dark cloud over my life.

Dad and I, well...suffice to say, we just didn't get along. The teen years were best described, from my perspective, as a war. Far from the little boy struggling with the dark cloud, I was now a full-blown, angry adolescent--short-fused, impatient, critical and frustrated...just like dad. There were times where I came close to returning his anger physically. Thank God I never crossed that line.

Had you known me then, and had you witnessed one of my dad's no-holds barred tirades (as some of friends did), and asked me, I might have told you, "I hate my dad." There were good times, don't get me wrong. But the anger and the dark times were never far away.

By the time I graduated high school, dad had begun to soften, but I was on the attack--I was makin dad's life miserable I am pretty sure. I was driven by pain and anger and would not let go.

That's when I had a turning point in my life. At 21, I had a religious conversion. I remember when I made that turnaround, overcome by feeling loved and forgiven by God, I determined, "I will never forgive my dad." But two weeks later, my heart was softened to the point where I decided, it was time to simply "give up."

I wrote my dad a letter.

Dear Dad,

The war is over. I give up. I'm tired of us being enemies. I am tired of all the anger, and crap we put each through. I want my dad back. I want to be your son.

You are a gift from God to me. There's still a lot I need to learn from you. From now on, you have my respect, and I am going to be listening to you, and I will honor you.

I love you dad,

Jim

I left the letter on the steering wheel of dad's car. As usual, dad left the house without a word, to go work at "the shop" (our struggling music store). I heard him start the car...and then I heard him turn the car off...and I heard a knock on my bedroom door. It was dad.

"I read your letter," he said, with a tear in his eye. "And I want you to know I've noticed a change in you...and things are gonna be different. I promise."

We hugged. "Things" were never the same.

Ever since that time, my dad and I greet each other with a hug...and we part with an "I love you." (Hey maybe if we saw each other like every day, it would be less mushy...but we don't, so there it is...) Dad makes it clear how proud he is of me and that he is my number one fan. He reads everything he can get that I've written. In our phone calls he is always SO interested in everything I am doing. He is always encouraging. Since that time, dad has been my #1 fan. He advises me. He helps me. We don't always see eye to eye--and that's okay now. There's a lot of life for us to live out together, as a father and son.

(Picture is of my son Mike with my mom and dad.)

I encourage you, to make it right while there is still time....

And a few other things:

Forgive. To sustain anger and hate...it is exhausting, it screws up chemicals in our brains, it hardens our hearts, it sickens our bodies. It robs us of the ability to see the good and the beautiful. It imprisons us in our pain. Someone has to forgive first so love has a way in. Be that person and set yourself free.

Let people change. I know it is incredibly risky to hold out hope for someone to change. Some people say folks never really change. I understand that. But I've changed over the years. Dad has changed. Anyone can change. Love, the tough kind or the unconditional kind...are the only ways we can help one another change.

Life's too dang short man...I want to expend my energy forgiving and loving. And even if I end up being hurt more than my fair share...I've found the way of love is way happier and healthier. I've never felt more alive. I wish this for you as well...

*(From a video produced by John Eldredge, author of Wild At Heart--great book for men)

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Teen Plans Mother's Murder to Pay for Breast Implants? Families in the News Part 3

"FOUNTAIN, Colo. — A Colorado teenager hired men to kill his mother so he could use her money to get breast implants for his girlfriend, police said."

It is reported that this precious 18-year-old son, Nikita, planned to have mom killed, sell her car, and use money in her bank account to get his girlfriend breast implants! Mom was attacked--bludgeoned using a small baseball bat--but she survived.

Here is the link to the story: http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,429166,00.html

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The "Pre-Perfect" Parent

I am 46 and I still battling my middle school nemesis--acne. This keeps me in touch with the whole teen experience and sometimes makes me question God about the unfairness of life (Why God, WHY???). Though I love taking skinventory as much as the next TEENAGE guy...gets a little old at 46.


This added to the fact that as I get older, perhaps predictably, I am getting more tuned in with the whole disease and sickness thing. A little bit of blood on the toothbrush? (Mouth cancer?) A persistent headache? (Brain tumor?) A pain in my calf muscles? (Deep vein thrombosis?) Chest pain? (Was that a heart attack? Was that? Is that a cold sweat? Is there a sense of impending doom?-?-?) That mole is bigger...I measure it every day...it IS bigger (skin cancer?) Red patches on my legs? (Flesh-eating disease?)

That last one was what brought me to the dermatologist yesterday (well, and the acne...and that mole). I was sitting in the waiting room and looking at the guy with the big bandage on his nose (is there still a nose left under there?--note to self: 1) SUNSCREEN!! 2) No more "Fake & Bake" in tanning beds), people with severe acne who refused to make eye contact (still, even a decade or so after their teen years), and other people whose affliction I could not see, but imagined was probably something scabby and rashy. I was disrupted from my gross-out imaginations by a young girl my son's age who called for me and walked me back to the exam room.

Once there the young woman wanted me to SHOW her my "problems," which I very self-consciously and reluctantly did. (Sidebar: I have this problem. Unlike every woman, and like every man, I still like to delude myself into thinking I am attractive and I've still got game. Why? I don't know. I am happily married and love my wife.) Nevertheless, having to show this young woman my physical flaws pushed me pushed me right out of my delusion. Put me in my place basically--reality check.

The doc walks in. I make a joke, pointing to the illustrated guide to skin on the wall that names all the parts that make up this, the largest organ (average human skin weighs 6 pounds by the way), I say, "Wow, I didn't know skin was THAT complicated."

He looks and says, without missing a beat, "Wow, me either!"

I know right away, he's the doc for me. I want a guy who can crack a joke before he tells me the bad news about that mole.

The 5 minute, $50 exam is rapid-fire. The mole is okay. A new spray should work for the psoriasis. As far as the face, "well, we'll just have you use a little Elidel" (it costs $133 AFTER insurance for 6 ounces). "We'll clear up your face (my face ia always red) so we can see if any of this is "pre-cancerous, and..." he continued on, but I didn't.

"PRE-CANCEROUS??????" I KNEW IT. All this worrying, hours on the internet examing skin cancer and every other sickness, pestilence and plague had paid off.

So BEFORE I got home and Googled this all out, I played around a little bit with the whole idea of "pre-cancerous." What does it MEAN???:
"Pre-make out your will?"
"Pre-you are so gonna die?"
Or is it a more kinder, gentler, like...
"Pre-just keep rubbing a little bit of this on it?"

Because I am easily bored, even by ruminations on the fear of imminent death, I also started playing around with the word "pre" in other, more positive contexts, as in:
I am possibly a "Pre-genius" or
I could be a "Pre-President of the United States"
I am for sure "Pre-insane (as is any parent of middle-schoolers or any teen girl)."

I finally struck on, "I could be a 'Pre-Perfect' parent."
A bunch of things came flooding in. I wish I was a better dad. I wish I was smarter about it and that I had more wisdom. I wish I was more loving and more attentive. I wish I knew how to handle more situations for sure. I wish I felt more confident in my role (I feel like an impostor sometimes--will the "real dad" please take over!) I wish I didn't lose sleep when I take a tough stand with my kids and I know they "hate" me at the moment.

At the end of this negative rumination, I got back on the right track by reminding myself:
1) Parenting is a LEARNING EXPERIENCE for us, thank God not pass/ fail. It's gonna be messy sometimes. There is room for mistakes, weakness and finding our feet.
2) I am a better parent than I used to be. And far more confident. I remind myself of specifics.
3) I think about how much I love my kids. Love covers a multitude of sins.
4) Since I've begun reaching out to other parents, in real life and through my website http://www.parentconsensus.com/, I have far fewer "negative rumination" times than I used to. (One big reason I started the website was to see if I was on track and to get wisdom and help from other parents--who are better at this than me.)
5) Parenting perfection is a myth. We are just all at varying levels of doing this thing wrong--yes even you.


(By the way, according to my Googling and Ask.com-ing, "precancerous" means "showing pathological changes that may be preliminary to malignancy" BUT that early recognition of these is key to preventing skin cancer AND exercise and caffeine work together to kill off precancerous skin cells.) On that note..



...I have to leave all you "pre-perfect" parents, I am running off to Starbucks...then the gym...fighting the "pre-cancer."





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"A Dog + a Little Girl + An Automatic Car Window = Family Nightmare" Or "What You Gonna Do When Life Poops on You?"

It was an ordinary day. We had no reason to think it would spiral into a nightmare for my 8-year-old daughter, Kristin--and for our chronically shabby, ungroomed schnauzer named Frosty (Frosty's a she by the way).

The family was packed into the Blazer, making a rare trip to Frosty's groomer. Lined up on the backseat are Mike to one side, Frosty on the opposite side, and little Kristin wedged in between them (Frosty is a space hog in the car--and for a child to avoid having a doggy butt in their face...they have to give Frosty room to find her perfect "snout-out- window" position.)

Like every other dog, Frosty loves to go "bye-bye" in the car, head out the window, tongue lolling out to the side, slobbering on my windows--socializing via barks with passing furry friends and catching up on all the doggy news with every whif out the window. On this day, she was enjoying just such a joy ride.

(Kristin and Frosty sharing happier moments.)

Witness accounts vary on what happened next. All agree it happened quickly, quite without warning.

Just as we are driving into the driveway of the groomer's home, I decided to shut the window Frosty is not using...or so I THOUGHT she was not using. Turns out Frosty was in full snout out position at that window...thus getting her neck caught in the automatic window, thus trying to pull her head back, thus couldn't, thus yipped loudly, and thus..and thus...she immediately POOPED AND PEED...right on poor, innocent, and WAY unsuspecting Kristin. Her neck, hands, leg, chest...the kid was covered in dog poop and pee!!

In less than 5 seconds we had a 4-alarm family "fun" situation happening.

Kristin didn't cry...didn't freak out...didn't throw-up, though the stench was unbearable (nothing like raw, fresh dog poop in an enclosed car...nothing my friend). We think Kristin found some alternative plane of reality to inhabit, a place where bunnies and other furry friendly animals frolick in the meadow with the butterflies and the wise old owl and a friend named Pooh--her happy place if you will, a space of denial and disbelief...(the kind of place us Florida State football fans have tried to find for about 5 years now).

My wife Karen found a few napkins in the car (some already used) and made a few brave and daring motherly attempts to clean up this hazardous waste disaster, but even her maternal instinct was overwhelmed by this funk--there was no way to undo what Frosty done did. "Drive faster!" she said as she rolled down the windows.

The drive home to get cleaned up was only 5 minutes (though the longest 5 minutes in my daughter's life).

She was okay...she began talking again several weeks later. :)

Sometimes life...poops and pees on you. Whether you are good, bad, rich, poor, smart or stupid, careful or risk-taking, purposeful or pointless, lazy or hard-working--life is going to poop or pee on you. I promise you. When that happens--what you gonna do?

What this world needs...and what kids need, are parents and adults who don't fly off the handle, freak out, flake out, fall apart, or freeze in fear when life poops on them. How we handle the tough times speaks volumes about our character and does worlds in giving our kids a great example of strength they will respect and imitate. Not to mention the sense of security they get from knowing they can count on you in tough times. (Hey, we all have times when poop times get the best of us. But what is our typical, consistent response? That is what's most important.)

Now, when friends ride in the back seat of my vehicle (different car--obviously had to sell the Blazer after the "incident"), they might see dog slobber on the car window.

When they ask "What's this?"
I say, "Dog slobber, no worries!"
"Dog slobber? Gross!"
"It could be worse...much, much worse," and I smile.

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Family Time or Family Crime? What's Your Legacy?

I am a big fan of parents making sure they pass on to their children solid life skills and an honorable legacy. Good stuff.

But what about when one's life skill and legacy is...um...crime? (And one is not very good at it--cause one is caught, convicted and sentenced?) Turns out that gets passed down too.

A recent article from indystar.com, "Lawless Legacy: Eastside Family Has 50 Convictions", tells of a family from Indianapolis that has racked up 50 convictions and a total of 110 years in jail. Let's do the math: father Paul Sr., 66, has nine convictions, for which he has been sentenced to 45 years. Five of his six children -- Paul Jr., 38; John, 37; Brian, 36; Jeremy, 35; and Jenny, 34 -- have been convicted a combined 39 times and have been sentenced to a total of 65 years in prison.

Though this is an extreme case, the fact is, each of us is building a legacy that we will leave behind. Our lives "live on" beyond us, through our children.


We have to ask ourselves, "What is the legacy I will leave? What of me will live on in my child/ children when I am gone?"

And let's put a finer point on it...legacies are for the living. Which of our positive values, qualities, characteristics, strengths or traits do we see reflected in our kids--right now? (This is a tough one) Which of our shortcomings, faults, negative traits and weaknesses do we see in our kids today? Let's be honest. What of us do we want to end with us...and what do we want to see live on in our kids?

The good news is...we can still change our legacy. "You can't teach an old dog new tricks"...is just a saying, and is not the final word on any of us. Each of us can change.


Though we can't rewrite the past, the future is yet to be written. Each of us has a whole lot more love and goodness to share, so much left to give to our kids (parenting IS a lifelong privilege...though ever-changing and evolving).

"Legacy" sounds ominous. Let's break it down. Legacies are formed one step at a time, involving hundreds of individual decisions, actions, interactions and memories. They can be reformed the same way--one step at a time.


What ONE thing can you do tomorrow as a legacy builder for you and your child/ children? (Is there an act of kindness you can do together? A table talk you can have over a meal, perhaps sharing favorite family memories? Anything that allows your children to see the best in you will do. :)


There is no better legacy than the living kind--seeing the best in us lived out daily in the lives of our kids.


In the comments below...share your legacy builders!

--Jim Kochenburger



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The Family That Beats Up People Together...Stays Together?

In Baton Rouge, Lousiana an 18-year-old and his 53-year-old mother, were arrested for a recent road rage incident that ended with the severe beating of a 70-year-old man. Apparently, the young "real smart" guy knocked an elderly man's front teeth out and caused such injury to his mouth that it took 40 stitches to sew his upper lip back together. Oh, and here's the best part--it is reported the young man's mother helped with the beating. (Source, AP, 9-19-08, article "Police: Mother, Son Arrested for Severe Road-Rage Beating of 70-Year-Old")

What a beautiful story--a mother and son bonding over their shared beating of an elderly man. Well there's one for the family scrap book and to share proudly at the family barbecue...

"Yep, my son done tore that feller up!"

"Well, um...but the guy was OLD, older than Papa over there...."

"It don't matter...you do me wrong, I take care of it."

"That's right son...you make your momma proud."

Now I am sure there is more to the story. We all know how inimidating and scary elderly people can be. And this guy was probably like most elderly men, dressed in his leathers and his big old bad dude shades. He was likely driving his pimped out low rider, pumping his rap music so loud that the cars around him were vibrating in circles, wheel covers shaking off and rattling to the street. Yep, we all know how initimidating a 70-year old can be...

There is an undercurrent of meanness in our country that is unnerving to me. I experience it or observe it every day (hey, I drive in Altamonte Springs Florida, aggressive, mean driving is a favorite pastime of ours).

Just a reminder to all of us...let's come against the meanness with kindness. When we allow ourselves to be rude and mean we fail to love others, we fail our kids and if we have any conscience, we fail ourselves. We know better. And when we are stupid or mean (come on EVERYONE has their moments...some their hours) we should allow ourselves to feel ashamed and we should work HARD to change. Let's give our kids a model to follow and respect and something better for them to live up to.

--Jim Kochenburger

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Fun on Flight 1703 (The Zippy and Lippy Show or Dad Gone Wild!)

This past Christmas season my family and I traveled to New York City, (a favorite destination of ours--especially around Christmas). The trip was amazing--Central Park, The Grinch and A Color Purple on Broadway (go Fantasia!), pizza at Famous Ray's (on 42nd St.), M&M's superstore, breakfast in a diner with singing serving staff, and a number of memorably aromatic cab rides:) A good time was had by all. And now we were flying home to the land of Mickey Mouse--with a plane packed full of giddy would-be mouseketeers.


There were no signs of trouble initially, all was well. Take-off and climb to cruising altitude--no flames, sudden dives, or oxygen masks dropping down--so, you know, a good flight. There were four young kids and an elderly couple occupying the two rows in front of mine...the couple was not connected with the kids. But I didn't panic--the kids were being kids (a little loud, a little rambunctious) but they were cool--nothing outrageous. I turned up the ipod and we all settled in for a fun flight.

Then he arrived...(not actual, but similar)

Before I continue, there is one thing you need to know about me: I need more patience, have needed more all my life (slow learner), so God sends me a pretty steady flow of "helpers" to help build my character.

For example, if there is a guy in a church service who is tone deaf and bellowing with abandon to the worship songs, look over and you'll see me--right in front of him.

Guy who takes a cell phone call during a movie, talking loud ("Hey man, yo, what up?...")--he's right behind me.

Slow, oblivious drivers using their cell phones, listing back and forth between the lines--there I am, right behind them (Serenity...NOW).


My latest "helper" (let's call him "Zippy"--name changed to protect the guilty) came tearing up the aisle and slid to the row in front of me (safe!)--to peals of laughter from the children in front of me. Zippy, a young "real smart kid" of 10 or 11 stood up and fell down HARD on top of two of his friends, dragging himself over them as they shouted in pain...all the way to the window seat (directly in front of me--of course). He said a "soap in your mouth" word and pulled a younger boy out of the seat. When the younger boy tried to resist and cried out in pain, Zippy predictably replied "Cry baby, cry! Waaaahhhh...Waaaaahh... Waaaaah... repeat... repeat." Finally, with a loud, "I'm gonna tell mom!", the younger boy fled to the back of the plane, no doubt to where the proud parents of Zippy were.

Zippy had barely plunked down in his seat before slamming down his seat back, knocking my ipod (my favorite possession in the whole wide world) off the tray :) He then began a repertoire of mischief that was pushing every button in this dad who needs patience (Serenity...NOW!).

First he thought it would be fun to REPEATEDLY hit his head and back against his seat back with great force--for several minutes. Unable to use my tray, I shut it (with slightly more force than necessary--he got the hint). I thanked God for my children.

Touching the hair and face of the girl in front of him was his favorite, which she thought was fun the first 50 times or so, but after like the 500th time, her patience was wearing thin and she was shrieking at him ("Stop it Zippy, I mean it!", "I'm going to tell your mother", Quit it!") all to the "enjoyment" of the elderly couple beside her. This went on for like an hour (or 10-15 minutes). What fun--wish I had a tazer! (I close my eyes and imagine tazering Zippy...and smile.) (Serenity...NOW!)

Throwing things was Zippy's next best idea. Napkins, ice and snack items were his favorite ammo. And he began stealing the same from his friends for more ammo. Which means there was a CONSTANT bickering and arguing. My right eye was starting to twitch. I am now looking for something to throw...something hard....can't find. (Serenity...NOW!)

Profanity laced acapella rap by the young lad was the final "gift" bestowed on me and the elderly couple nearby. Zippy's previous victim, the young girl, tried to shush him--trying to help him behave--which of course only encouraged him to get louder and to refer to her as a "Ho!", as in "Shut up, Ho!" Things were WAY out of hand. That was the final straw. The young girl stood with a huff, then clambered over the feet of the elderly couple and went to the rear of the plane. She returned with a reluctant authority figure--Zippy's dad. Yay!! (God had heard my fervent prayer. Surely now everything would be better. Right? Not so fast.)

Zippy was glad to see dad--let's call him Lippy (you'll know why in a minute). No sooner had dad displaced the child in the aisle seat, and moved Zippy beside him into the middle seat, when HE started doing the SAME THINGS his son had been doing. I WISH I was lying.

Lippy was a "real smart dad" so he began throwing napkins, ice, snacks. He started bothering the little girl that his spawn had been bothering--in the process accidentally kicking the seat of the elderly man in front of him several times, hard. (The elderly man was no doubt thinking, "I have what maybe a few more years left and I have to deal with THIS??"). Though dad didn't bust a profane rhyme, he had something EVEN BETTER.

He started making FART noises--yes, loud, ugly FART noises. An adult man...probably in his forties...making FART noises--to the giggles and laughter of the children, especially Zippy, who just beamed with validation and pride. He and dad were bonding. And Lippy went ON and ON doing this.

Finally, the old man seated in front of the father got up, turned around and said "Excuse me, how old are you?"

Lippy is shocked by this, because he is, well...missing the "consideration" gene, absolutely clueless.

"Old enough to know better sir, [FART noise]" is his "real smart" reply. The old man simply sat down. Zippy and Lippy kept one another entertained with FART noises for the remainder of the flight, to the misery :) of everyone around them.

(Serenity...NOW!)

Hillary Clinton famously said, "It takes a village to raise a child." I would add, "It takes only the village idiot to raise an idiot. :)

To the parents who don't understand what Lippy did wrong :) just a word--connecting with your kids doesn't mean behaving WORSE than them. Say no to stupid. Say YES to maturity. Maturity wants to be your friend. Maturity good.

(Serenity...NOW!)

(Disclaimer: No child is a true idiot---there is hope for them and some adults. We're all sometimes "idiots." No idiots were harmed in the writing of this blog or by the blog writer. And normally we love stupid people, just harder to do when we are trapped on a plane with them. Oh, and no I would never tazer a child, nor do I condone, etc., etc.)

--Jim Kochenburger

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Go Dutch on Parenting?

In a recent article, "Why are Dutch children so happy?" children in the Netherlands were rated #1 in the world in "happiness", according to UNICEF's league table for child well-being (United States rated #20 of 21 industrialized nations). And though this may surprise you, they are NOT happy due to the way cool wooden shoes, windmills, cheese, or tulips :)

Just a few highlights of how The Netherlands compares to other industrialized countries. We'll start with the "good" stuff first:

• Less pressure is put on kids at school--teachers expect less of them. (I bet they accomplished this through F-CAT, C-CAT, tulip-CAT, whatever testing...ahem.)


• They are rich. Schooling is excellent. Good careers are not hard to find. (Okay, good. Of course, this is a lot easier with a country of 16.5 million versus, say 305 million in the US--and I guess if we went legal a lot of our kids could grow up and sell drugs legally too!)


• Low percentage of young mothers in the labor force, comparatively. Strong tendency for mothers to raise children--take a long time off work after children are born. (Cool.)


• Families are very open and communicative. (Good stuff!)


• Parents provide a highly protective, highly positive, caring family environment. ("Good things!")

Now things get controversial:

• Children almost rule the family--deciding what happens in the family. ...there can be a lack of balance between the happiness of the child and that of the parent, as the parent works harder to grant the wishes of the child." (hmm, maybe we in the US are going Dutch...)


• Liberal attitudes toward drinking, drugs and sex. These things are not serious matters to Dutch parents. (Hmmmm, I mean you put these things together--kids dancing in them wooden shoes, drugs and so on--well nothing but trouble will come of it.)

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I Am in Dulles Airport on 9/11...Observing Parents and Others

I am sitting in Dulles Airport, in DC, on 9/11 after missing my return flight home. (Love them last minute gate changes that aren't clearly communicated--I stepped away to browse books--must have been then.)

When I asked the woman at the gate what happened, she explained, I guess. It was in such a thick accent, I just couldn't understand a word (it was like calling HP support). I apologized for not understanding and asked her to repeat what she said. She looked at me sourly and loudly repeated what she said (as if shouting it loud enough would suddenly make me understand her language.) A sympathetic fellow traveler clued me in. Brother--a 3-hour wait.

I go to buy a pretzel...I wait until the pretzel person gets done talking to her friends before she waits on me. After I order my pretzel, she resumes the conversation...I have to interrupt to let her know I would like a drink. I was nice. She acts like I was rude. Perhaps she is not living her dream at the pretzel shop.

As I stroll back to the gate, I see a French woman is in her child's face, then slapping him on his arm for throwing a temper tantrum over a candy bar he wants. Perhaps she is unaware that "in this great country" of Patriot Fries, we do not strike small fries...and how lucky she is we don't call a cop over to do his job and cart her off to the slammer. Maybe I'll call...I have time to kill. (I decide not because she stops--and my pretzel isn't getting any warmer or softer.)

I sit down and bite into my pretzel. Mmmm.

My bliss is interrupted by an elderly woman on the cell phone beside me. She is talking to her son, describing some intestinal "irritable bowel" type symptoms--in detail. How happy he must be to have picked up the phone. As our parents get older, one of the toughest issues to get used to is their preoccupation with physical maladies (not my parents...others "Hi mom!")

So vivid is her description, frequncy, color, consistency--my stomach is queasy. I leave my pretzel for later when I can block this lady's conversation out of my mind.

I retire to the restroom in case I can't recover--seeking a refuge. The guy in the stall next to me is using the toilet (sitting down) and is also on the phone with his assistant, a woman--you can just tell. I flush like 5 times on purpose. Person on phone with him must have asked "Where are you?" He says, "In the bathroom." She gets off the phone fast. He has no clue why. Of course. (Friend, if you are so important and busy that you even have to use the phone when going #2...you're too busy...and nobody's that important.) By the way, he is still fiddling with his phone when he leaves--he doesn't wash his hands. These kind never do.

A toddler beside me is eating a bag of candy. It is after 9 PM. Kid is doing handstands and somersaults, double back flips (no lie!), jumping, dancing, leaping, stepping all over my feet. You could have put up a tent around this tot and charged admission. The young mother--bless her heart--is shouting faux "correctives" REALLY LOUD (I have a headache, and she isn't using her "inside voice"), "ARE YOU EXCITED ABOUT SEEING MINNIE?"

"YES!!!!" her daughter screams and whirls.

"ARE YOU GOING TO BE GOOD, CAUSE MINNIE WANTS YOU TO BE GOOD?!"

"YES!" as she spins and falls on the elderly lady on the other side of me.

"SAY YOU'RE SORRY FOR FALLING ON THE OLD LADY!"

"NO!"

"WELL, THAT WON'T MAKE MINNIE HAPPY!"

"P-P-S-P-L-P-L-P-S--L-P-L (raspberry sounds). ME...NOT CARE!!!!!"

Being Mr. Parentconsensus, I think of stepping in to cast a few pearls of fatherly wisdom to this mom, or to smile sympathetically and nod knowingly, but just then, the little girl falls and hits her head on the floor. She is screaming and crying. Mom is shouting "comfort" phrases over her daughter's boo-boo, boo-hoo's...which, surprisingly :) seems to make things worse.

"DID YOU GO BOOM?"

"DID YOU FAH DOWN?"

"OH, YOU'RE OKAY?" "OHHHHH-OH-OH, YOU'RE OKAY, ETC., REPEAT...REPEAT...REPEAT.

My head is splitting now.

I am called to board. Just in time. Whew!

I get to my seat to find my new seatmates...

"WHAT DOES MINNIE SAY?..."

--Jim Kochenburger

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I Talked to My Daughter Last Night: A Father's Joy

I didn't want to. I was tired. There was a show on TV I wanted to watch. I wanted to work on this blog and the website.

Just before she came into the room I was thinking about how everything in my life has become too much "have to," too little "choose to." I felt I had good reason to make my plan and be selfish about it.

Bottom line: Nothing in me wanted to talk.

Kristin enters stage left. Honestly, I groaned internally..."Oh no...here we go, I see another 'have to' coming." I brighten for a moment thinking, perhaps it will be something easily handled, like...

"What are we having for dinner?" (Ask mom), or

"Can I get a navel piercing, a bunch of my friends do?" (HECK no), or

"This boy really likes me and wants me to go out with him" (I have a shotgun, a shovel and I am not afraid to go to jail :) .)

Nope.

Turns out she wants to talk about going out on school nights, about rules, about trust, about friends. It started off rough--cause she wanted me to loosen a few things. Now thanks to my friends at http://www.parentconsensus.com/ I know my "rules" and expectations for Kristin are consistent with what other parents I respect are saying and doing. I stood firm and stayed loving.

Then we went deeper. She talked, I listened. I talked, she listened. It got heavy. It went light. At times we laughed. At times she had tears in her eyes (I didn't--I just had something in my eye...honest). We got to the root of some self-image stuff. I shared stuff from my own teen years that she identified with. I got to share stuff I've learned (changing our self-talk, changing our "tapes" as Glasser would say).

We connected, we bonded. We hugged several times...we ended with a butterfly kiss (just like when she was little).

Over two hours later, we are done. We've shared our hearts. We had a priceless "moment." We broke through together. In our talk we learned things about one another that we didn't know--even after 15 years together.

And to think I might have settled for a nap and TV.

I am tired, but my heart is full.

--Jim Kochenburger

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Parents: Are You Good TV or Bad TV?

Last week, police officers in Trenton, New Jersey were called to the home of Evelyn DeLeon, after neighbors reported hearing a woman's persistent cries of "Help me! Help me!" When police officers arrived, they kicked in the door to make the rescue...and found a caged pet cockatoo named Luna who had mastered a very convincing call.

This was not the first time.

Apparently, almost seven years ago, police were dispatched to the same home due to reports of a possible abandoned baby. Sounds of a baby's cries had been non-stop all day long. Police and state child welfare workers were dispatched to the home to intervene, only to find Luna practicing a newfound sound.

Apparently Luna knows a lot of phrases--in English and Spanish--due to watching TV. (Source, AP, Sep. 5, 2008)

I'd like to use Luna as a reminder that our kids are like her--taking in all that they see and hear, deciding what to imitate, what to try on for size...words, emotions, attitudes, actions, all of it. And they love imitating us the most.

Sometimes our children's choices of what to imitate are a source of pride for us, but sometimes, their choices can be humorous or, yes, even embarrassing. (And sometimes, let's face it, they make up their own material and we fear people might think they are imitating us!)

We are the TV our kids are watching. But there is no DVR picking and choosing what they can see--no instant replay. No "erase" to get rid of what we "done did." There is no fast forward or rewind to try and gloss over or minimize our bad example moments. (And we can't slow-mo and bask in our shining moments.)

There we are, on the screen, in living color, in real time, for better or for worse. Little eyes and ears are locked onto us. We are must see TV for them.

What an incredible opportunity we have, as parents, to mold and shape young lives. Let us never take that lightly. Let's make sure we are always "good TV."

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School By Cell Phone--The Future Is Now

(Somerset Grove, New York: September 6, 2008)

"Teenagers are connecting by phone nowadays. And if we want to connect with them, we must do so by phone," asserts superintendent Ronald Charsky, when asked about record high testing scores credited to the so-called "Cell Phone School" educational approach. Since the original story broke (right here) and was picked by all major newswires, District Superintendents from all over the nation have been calling Superintendent Charsky, urging him to "share the gold."

So what's all the fuss about? It's about what's going on at Somerset Grove High in Somerset Grove, New York--the original cell phone school.

In a nutshell, this cutting edge cell phone school approach revolves around leveraging the psychosocial dynamic between the teen and his or her cell phone to optimize engagement in the educational process by maximizing brain activity levels, which of course enlarges the entire focus matrix, increasing complex and simple data retention, thus facilitating genuine learning. Or, as one teacher sums it up, "its rilly kewl."

Though most teachers gush about how the new approach is "the future of our profession happening now", some are not happy, like Lois Espenport (now retired) who describes the whole cell phone school phenomena as nothing more then "telecom voodoo hoo-ha."

Key components of this revolutionary new approach are:

Class conferencing. "Before class conferencing, when we tried to hold classroom discussions, the kids were SO bored and very few participated", recalls Bill Burnell, English teacher at Somerset. "Now we have them all conference in by phone and listen to the teacher...and participation in discussion has increased dramatically--it's totally awesome."

Celia Santsky, a history teacher at Somerset adds, "It may look a little strange to an outsider, to see a classroom full of people all communicating via cell phones, but it works! It's just something about having that ear to the phone, like psychologically, it just keeps kids calm and tuned in. It's better than Ritalin!"

Text only rule. Tests and quizzes are taken via texting only, as well as class notes. Even research papers and essays are texted. "To tell you the truth, our teachers were unable to read the student's handwriting anymore. Kids were having extreme difficulty grasping pens and pencils, so their handwriting had deteriorated to the point of illegibility", explains former typing teacher, Sandra McCoy.

Now re-assigned to the school media center, McCoy continues, "The teenagers lost the ability to use any fingers to type-aside from their thumbs and index fingers. The muscles in the other fingers had atrophied to the point where they could no longer depress the keys of the keyboard. Besides, even the fastest typist could not keep up with the average texter...so what's the point?"

Text Language classes added. Lobbied by concerned teachers, students, and parents, the school board received special state approval to replace the teaching of all foreign languages with the teaching of "Text Language." Since teachers failed miserably with teaching Text Language, a peer teaching model was created to let the experts (i.e. students) do the teaching.

Aside from the "SexTextGate" scandal, the new approach seems to be a smashing success. ("SexTextGate--Student leaders of the campus Bible study proved "profane and sexually explicit texting" was being taught by student teachers motivated by lower moral aspiration than their own--unbeknownst to school authority figures.) Caitlyn Savoy, Peer Teaching Student Department Head sums it up "idk, jest kewl my bff's get 2 teach."

"You can't argue with science" states Principal Kathleen Edwards, "in our testing, at even the sight of a cell phone, the tested teen's brainwave activity became remarkable. When they held a cell phone, the readings were off the charts."

"In contrast, at the sight of a picture of a teacher, or the sound of every teachers voice we tested, it was like someone turned off the kid's brainwaves like a light switch! At the sound of a ringtone, we saw a sudden burst in brainwave activity. The teacher's voice over a cell phone WAS able to register a brainwave reaction that we did consider acceptable for our current curriculum."

Interesting odds and ends. The crinkling sound of a Dorito's bag, ice cream truck music, Taco Bell commercials, and the smell of Axe body spray, all triggered significant response. So did the theme song for South Park (in guys), and The Hills (in girls). Interestingly, brainwave activity virtually disappeared as the tested teens actually viewed the shows. Strangely, all parent's voices were unable to trigger any activity at all."

--Arial Hall reporting.

All that to say...here is a good article with some good advice when weighing the decision whether or not to buy your child a cell phone: http://www.cnn.com/2008/TECH/ptech/08/11/cellphones.kids/index.html

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Parents: You Are What You Click...

It used to be said, "You are what you eat." Bill Tancer , author of the new book, Click: What Millions of People Are Doing Online and Why it Matters. insists that nowadays, "You are what you click."

Tancer leads global research at Hitwise, an online market research company. His job is basically that of discovering the behavior of online users, primarily as a marketing tool, but much of what he discovers provides interesting nuggets on the impact of the internet on our culture, society and families.

Since I will not receive his book from Amazon until Thursday, I had to settle for viewing some entries from his blog, which I found on the Amazon book page. (To see Tancer's blog, go to http://blogs.abcnews.com/click/2008/07/searching-for-a.html )

Along with facts like at any point in time 30% of Internet users are grazing porn online, I also found some info you parents may value.

What are the top 10 internet queries containing "fear of." (As of July 7, 2008)
1. Fear of flying


2. Fear of heights
3. Fear of communism (???)
4. Fear of intimacy
5. Fear of clowns (who ISN'T afraid of clowns??)
6. Fear of dying
7. Fear of commitment
8. Fear of darkness
9. Fear of death
10. Fear of germs

(More on fear coming in my blog this weekend...ths was just the appetizer.)

Tancer also discovered these internet searches in common with people who searched for the current presidential candidates (form your own opinions):

People who went to the site barackobama.com also tended to make these searches as well:
News: Washington Post
Television: PBS online
Shopping: IKEA
Dating: Match.com
Music: Linkin Park
Apparel: DSW
Baseball: Red Sox

People who went to the site johnmccain.com also tended to make these searches as well:
News: USA Today

Television: Food Network
Shopping: Bed, Bath, and Beyond
Dating: eharmony
Music: The Jonas Brothers
Apparel: Footsmart
Baseball: Yankees

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Caring About What People Think: The Hat, The Car, The Suit, The House

My Dad The Hat

THE HAT

This hat looks much better than the one my dad wore to our Father's day meal this year...at a restaurant...in public. Whereas the hat to the right might be seen at a country music concert, dad's wouldn't be. His was kind of lopsided and crushed down on one side, had more black spots, was frayed around the edges, but had a very festive, decorative band. Not to mention this hat was HUGE--I almost didn't see dad under there!

It struck me as one of those "lucky" hats one has worn for decades, more for sentimental reasons than for any real practical use, now relegated to being worn during yardwork--not meant for restaurant wear. It was hard to miss--though I was hoping everyone would.

No such luck. Quite a few snickers from onlookers and a couple of sets of rolled eyes from the grandkids proved I was not alone. I was so embarrassed, so suddenly, I was surprised. But it was not the first time, oh no...

THE CAR (STATION WAGON)

Just before I began junior high, dad bought a beat up old gold station wagon that spewed large clouds of black exhaust and started and stopped with a gunshot backfire and a frame-jarring shudder. Oh, and the best part? This car had a hood colored bright "primer" blue. Dad bought the car for $700 with the promise of getting it repainted one day. That never happened.

Every day of junior high, my arrival was announced by a large cloud of smoke and a "ka-BOOM" that stopped every conversation and turned every head (sending some of the more skittish kids running for cover). I leapt from "the heap" as it trembled violently (if mom stopped totally it would stall and possibly not restart) to the amusement of the kids from the local Washington Park projects who were being dropped off in Cadillacs and other big, nice, new cars.

Sure they lived in the projects and lived off food stamps and my dad owned a music store and a rental property, but as dad would point out--"at least my car is paid for." I would counter this with my junior high wisdom that I wished I had their parents cause at least they understood the importance of cool and of not just getting there, but "arriving."

Paid for. Who cares? I wanted prestige. Apparently the “prestige gene” was missing from my dad. The “paid for” gene was in charge. That station wagon with the unpainted hood was with the Kochenburger family through my college years. (One victory--I did successfully lobby not to be driven to my high school graduation in it. I was driven in my older brother's car which was one color.)

THE SUIT (WRINKLED AND MISMATCHED)

My father showed up for one of my middle school concerts driving the heap (I had stayed at school to avoid having to be driven in it). Parents of my friends from the projects (mostly single mothers) showed up too. But whereas they were dressed to "the nines"...my dad was dressed to the "two minus", in a wrinkled, outdated sport coat with equally wrinkled and mismatched shirt and pants. Dad didn't put a whole lot of stock in gazing at himself in mirrors, wasted no time on matching colors--comfort was rule #1 and overruled all else.

My junior high heart was mortified, to the point that I avoided sitting with him, paying visits to my friends, leaving him to stand alone with no one to talk to. Finally, after the room had cleared a bit, I went over to him. Even though he had done it again--lowered my coolness factor a few notches.

THE MESSY HOUSE

My dad likes everything in his house to be where he can find it...which means everything is all over the place all the time. He also doesn't like to throw anything away because "you never know when you might need this", including warped 2x4's, many empty gallon milk jugs, various lengths of PVC pipe, lengths of twine and rope, flower pots, large boxes of screws and nails--all unsorted, the list goes on. (His explanation for this was having learned during the depression that you don't waste anything...and I think part of some plan to hedge against when the next one hits.)

Bottom line...my brothers and I and our younger sister didn't invite friends over to hang out at our house. Besides, it took training to navigate--we didn't want to lose anyone in the clutter.

Who's Right, Me or Dad?

All this to say, it isn't just the hat. My dad has never had that something in him (let's call it that "prestige" gene) that cares about what other people think of him based on outward appearances and making impressions. And that has variously mystified, frustrated, angered, disappointed, mortified, or embarrassed me in my teen years when I knew everything and was certain I was right about most things, especially the the whole image thing. But now, with me at 46 years old, why the reaction to the hat?

It got me thinking. And as I noodled, I realized that at 46, I born of the "prestige" gene, may NOT be as right nor my dad as wrong as I had always thought.

After all, he has a lot less to worry about than I do. This maintaining appearances and making impressions business can get nerve-wracking! He is really happy as he is, pretty carefree in most regards. We throw too much away in America. And, you can't argue with refusing to go into debt to purchase something that depreciates as quickly as a car.

I am willing to allow my dad that maybe he and I are about 50-50 on the whole "prestige and image" thing. He could care more, I could care less. So to the words "embarrassed" and "mortified" by my dad, let me add the word..."humbled" as well. I am still learning from dad.

Here are a few other thoughts and observations...

My embarrassment is my problem, not dad's.

Dad was happy that day wearing his hat, looking how he wanted to look. I was the only one who was unhappy. It was my problem and I needed to get over it to be happy. What I eventually told myself was, "Jim, that's your dad under that hideous hat...now give him a kiss and get down to the business of the day, honoring him as your father, who always did his best for you--and who just might have it more right than you do on the appearances and image thing."

At least dad was there

Wrinkle-suited as he might have been, he was in my life and he was interested in me and what I was doing. Many of my friends from the projects didn't have their dad there. Their dad wasn't around, wasn't interested. And dad and mom have been my biggest fans in life--always interested in what I am doing. They love the new site http://www.parentconsensus.com/ and all my books, including the latest one, 101 Movie Clips That Get Families Talking http://www.parentconsensus.com/index.php?p=Store (which was part of my gift to him for Father's Day).

I'll take them being there for me and showing interest in me over a nice car and good fashion sense any day.

Freedom from what people think is a key to happiness

I love those freeing moments when I don't care at all what people think. Those are some of my happiest times. That I am able to go there at all is a gift from my father. Maybe that "paid off" gene will rise up and overcome that "prestige" gene some day.

Don't let your child, teenager or young adult's image fears and insecurities control you.

Be sensitive to how self-conscious they are. Don't do things purposefully to provoke them or to get them "over it" (that means don't embarrass them on purpose with hopes they will desensitize). But don't let their fears and concerns dictate your behavior. Don't let their insensitive comments get to you. Your security in yourself, and refusal to be overly concerned with what others think (even them) are two of the most important things you can model.

I hope you too find some freedom from what people think today. Do at least one thing today that you don't care what ANYONE thinks about...even your middle school child.

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Things Good Parents Do: (#1) Good parents...dress kids in the hottest labels and designer gear (thus avoiding the end of the world as they know it)

The good parent must be sure their child stands out from the nameless, faceless rabble (your kids) with only the best, hottest, most popular brands/ labelled clothing. Abercrombie, Buckle, and Hollister (where "models" work!) and the rest of that ilk. Clothes are not just clothes of the "food, shelter, clothing" level for these folks--they are status, success, even an entire identity. These clothes say "winner." Good parents reason, "$100 for a pair of athletic shoes for my precious child is a small price to pay for his or her happiness, well-being, and social standing." This makes them feel all warm inside.

Righting the wrongs of the past

These are the the people who made the $60 t-shirt and $100 jeans a reality when the previous generation doubted it would ever happen ("You'd have to be nuts..."). People in the old days were such cheapskates! These good parents are bound and determined to right the wrongs of the past and make sure their kids have the best--that they are denied no good thing.

In their defense, good parents are deeply scarred from their own personal childhood experience of being "forced" to wear $5 "sneakers" and $9 "dungarees." It went something like this...

"$20 for sneakers?! Converse(TM)? I don't care if you want CON-verse, RE-verse, UNI-verse, or any other "verse" shoes--are you CRAZY?"

"Pay $20 for Levi's(TM) dungarees??? Do I look high to you?" (It was the 70's--parents said this) "You are wearing these $10 Sears(TM) Toughskins with the patches on the knees (on the OUTSIDE) and you will like them!"

You can understand why this was so emotionally damaging for them. To not have something that others have is...well, it's just un-American for one, and just downright abusive for another. Just one more way their parents plotted against their child's happiness.

(Remember the first wave? Jordache(TM) jeans for $25, Calvin Klein(TM) jeans for $40? I do. Most thought--it's just a trend. My dad just laughed and said "No idiot will ever pay that much for dungarees!" "Only the CHEAPSKATES like you won't pay that!" I pouted and sniffed.)

Good parent's biggest fear--school uniforms
The biggest fear for these good parents, as it concerns their kids, is only one thing--the school uniform. You want to get all the parents to a parent meeting at your school? Establish a school uniform policy.

The shot heard 'round these parent's world is when little Madison rushes home after school, in tears, with the news that her middle school is reverting to non-designer uniforms. These parent's minds race...how could this be happening? Now how will their child stand out? They see their status--oops their child's identity, and FREEDOM being taken away. (Psychiatrists, personal trainers, lawyers, "prescription" doctors are variously called.) What will we do---oh dear what shall we do??? The local Starbucks(TM) is abuzz.

Good parents get involved
The principal gets to know these parents very well over the next few days. Strangers to the PTA (too busy) these parents find "bandwidth" for this catastrophic issue. (One parent overheard saying. "There comes a time when you just have to stand up and say enough is ENOUGH! This is AMERICA!") Yes it is--and if there was ever a time to become engaged with our child's education and patriotic...

There are tearful, passionate pleas at the next school board meeting presented by community pillars dressed in Polo(TM) (even the shoes and socks)and moms adorned in their best BCBG(TM) (Big Cash Bigwig Glamour?) or INC(TM) (I Need Compliments??). Lacking any other case except the most seemingly altruistic, they finally join forces with unlikely allies--the poor, whose kids can only afford Aeropastale(TM)--passionately pleading their case before the school board of the "economic hardship" this would put on these poor parents to purchase uniforms.

Bottom line: If you are spending less than $300 on a single outfit for your children...(ESPECIALLY your teenager) how can you possibly consider yourself a good parent? Are you nuts? Join us good parents in making sure no child is left behind. Image is everything, after all.

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Things Good Parents Do: Parentconsensus Blog

Welcome to the first blog entry in the official parentconsensus blog, "Things Good Parents Do"

Parentconsensus is committed to getting you quality ideas, opinions and advice on all things to do with families, parenting and the parent-child relationship. My hope is for parentconsensus.com to become the online equivalent to the neighborly conversations of old "over the backyard fence." You may remember the fence where neighbors talked about the "goings on" in one another's lives and homes.

Some would argue this never existed (to which I cite the old Home Improvement show), but my first neighborhood had the fence. People knew each other. My parents enjoyed this, but me, I've rarely experienced it. How about you?

Now fences are higher--to keep the neighbors out perhaps. My neighborhood is a garage community, that is, we see one another first thing in the morning as we step out of the garage, we say "hi", and then we repeat the same thing in reverse in the evening, when we arrive home, every day. The garage door shuts--behind us. I am not alone.

Statistics are showing most Americans--especially 40-somethings like me--lack close friendships (especially us men). Very few of us have even one person we feel close enough to talk to about matters of importance in our lives, like home and family.

What does this mean for parents? Parents are left to figure things out on their own, with varying results. With parentconsensus, I want to get back to the backyard fence, sharing with online neighbors the goings on in our lives and in our homes. I invite you to join me there. If consensus can be found on issues, that's great. If consensus can't be found, we'll come up with great options and we'll have some fun comparing notes and helping one another.

Although I've got a lot of topics planned for the upcoming weeks, in this post, I wanted to start by introducing you to parentconsensus.com and what you'll find there. If your computer is handy, log into http://www.parentconsensus.com/ and follow along.

Parent Forum
This is the heart of parentconsensus. This is where we dig into the issues of parenting and family life together. Ever used a forum and concluded it was a huge waste of time? I sure have. I want this forum to be a worthwhile experience for busy parents. If we work together we can make sure that our forum is a place where parents can get quality information fast on issues most important to them. We'll do our part to insure forum content is quality with use of moderators and by including ranking by users. You can do your part by contributing freely to forums, encouraging friends and loved ones to do the same, and by ranking postings on their helpfulness.

Parent Poll
This is a place where you can give your opinion and immediately see how it fares with other parents across the land. Can we find consensus on issues like sex, dating, drugs, curfews and the like? Find out here--and fast. Be sure to participate in polls for the age group(s) of your kid(s).

Most Popular Parenting Topics
Look here to find information on issues for which you would like advice or help. Click on the topic in the "topic cloud" in this section of the home page. You'll be directed to all the ideas, advice and opinions we've accumulated through the Parent Forum and Parent Poll on that topic. Over time we will be putting together an impressive archive of helpful insights.

Blog
Find encouragement, help and humor (and the occasional guest contributor) in my blog "Things Good Parents Do." New postings will be offered regularly. If you enjoy it, let people know! (If you don't, you don't have to let people know. We'll keep it our little secret.)

Podcast
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RSS
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Parenting and Family News
Find the latest news on parenting, family, children and teenagers as they stream through this section of the parentconsensus site.

Store
In the store, find select resources recommended for you by parentconsensus. By clicking on the "Buy" buttons on these items in the parentconsensus store, you get the low Amazon price and you help support parentconsensus.

If you have a book or other media resource you would recommend to other parents, mail it to Konsensus LLC, PO Box 162371, Altamonte Springs, FL 32714 for consideration for inclusion in the parentconsensus store. (These resources cannot be returned. These resources must have existing distribution agreements with Ingram distribution or Amazon to be included in our store.)

On June 1, the first parentconsensus book will be published, titled 101 Movie Clips That Get Families Talking. Buy your autographed copy in the parentconsensus store!

News
Peruse news articles and press announcement on the latest newsworthy happenings with parentconsensus.

Expert Help
At some point we hope to offer a directory of family and/or counseling psychologists across the nation for the benefit of our site users That being said, please remember parentconsensus is not endorsed by any licensing agency or counseling association. Before making life-affecting decisions based on the ideas, advice and opinions gleaned from parentconsensus, site users are encouraged to seek counsel with a licensed counselor.

Well, that's all for now. I'll see you back at the online "backyard fence" soon to talk about what I mean by a "post-parent" world. Until then...be sure to get out and meet those real neighbors at the real backyard fence.

Regards,


Jim Kochenburger

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