Sometimes you have to let them pour their own milk.
I’m one of “those moms”. You know, the ones who cringe when their child colors outside the lines. The one who immediately washes sticky hands. Who has to build a Lego town myself so it is done properly and is up to code. Who also says if you build that stack of blocks too high it will fall.
I have a hard time letting my kids fail.
But no one learned to ride a bike without tears. No one learned to color without first coloring outside the lines.
And no one learned to pour milk without spilling it all over.
So sometimes you have to let them pour their own milk.
Getting a child to read. Part 4
Make-up a story using their name. I used my son’s name at the beginning, then wrote about an ocean adventure using words he was learning from Ordinary Parent’s Guide to Teaching Reading. He smiled when he read his name at the top. Unfortunately, he did not appreciate how the story ended.
Tip: When writing a story using your child’s name. Give it a happy ending!
Getting a child to read. Part 3
Make up a funny story using words they are learning to read.
Here’s a story I made up using words from Ordinary Parent’s Guide to Teaching Reading.
My son thought my drawing of “chick on Chet’s chin” looked like Chet was actually eating the chick. I can see how he would think that.
Getting a child to read. Part 2
My son is actually pretty good at reading for a 5-year-old, well at least I think he is.
Since he’s my son-I know he’s a genius. But little Einstein here doesn’t like to read.
But he does like tic-tac-toe, so we combined reading and the game.
For each word he read, he could draw his “O”. Then for each sentence he read, he could take his turn again.
How to teach reading to a child that hates reading
We use Ordinary Parents Guide to Teaching Reading for reading and phonics.
I love it because it’s strong phonics, scripted, and it was the right price– cheap.
But trying to get a five-year-old boy to sit down and look at Black-and-white pages is not easy. Until I used the learning technique that he loves best…tactile. I write the words on the board that he has to read, and he gets to cross them off when he gets it right. For sentences, he gets to draw the picture that he reads. So far, he’s paying attention more to reading and not fighting me on it. The picture shows the sentence he read.
Stick figure man appears to be wielding a weapon but it’s really a hot dog.
And yes, my son is wearing a fox hat.
Lack of sleep = Better mom
I have come to the conclusion that if I lack sleep I am a better mom. I know that you are thinking that I’m nutzo or off my rocker or too sleep deprived to have sound judgement.
This realization came to me last week. I didn’t sleep well one night, then the very next night I had to get up at 5 am to take my mom for a procedure. One of those once-you-turn-50-scope-where-the-sun-doesn’t-shine-procedures. So two nights in a row, I had less than 6 hours of sleep. I returned home that same day to take the kiddos from my hubby who had to get to work. I was exhausted. I tried the “stick a movie in and see if that would keep them entertained so I could nap” thing.
That lasted 10 minutes then my kids decided to play Thunder.
The game involves jumping from the couch and landing on the ground to make a loud noise, hence, thunder. So my attempt at a nap was a fail. I was completely spent. Normally, I could try and make it to their nap-time, and then, well, nap. But not this day. Nope, I had a meeting for Vacation Bible school, so a nap was out.
All during this time of extreme fatigue I noticed something strange. I was super duper calm. I was mellow. I was too tired to really care about anything probably, but my mood was better than when I had 7 hours of sleep. When kids were freakin’ out, I was hippie-like and would say “Dudes, chill, no worries.” Okay, I didn’t say that, but I had absolutely no temper and never raised my tone. I was calm and loving towards my kids no matter how they acted.
The secret to my awesome parenting day wasn’t the lack of sleep, however. It was….drum roll….lots and lots and lots of PRAYER. I prayed that day more than I have in a long time. I said stuff like “God, I literally can’t keep my eyes open, I need you to help me”, or just a simple “God I need you.”
The truth I learned that day was that my best parenting days aren’t after a well-rested 8 hours of sleep, well-balanced breakfast, and a jog by the ocean (I don’t even live near an ocean). I’m at the top, when I’m at my lowest. I’m a better mom when I give my parenting to God to live through me. So lack of sleep does equal better mom, but only if prayer is added.
Prayer + my realized weakness + dependency on Jesus = Best mom
2 Corinthians 12:10 “…For when I am weak, then I am strong.” And verse 9: “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
Connected Families Blog
Connected Families Blog is one of my most favorite-st websites! They give Christian, Bible-based parenting advice. It’s not a get-your-kids-to-mind-without-losing-yours sort of help. Because while your child might mind you, their heart might be far from you. Our church hosted one of the Connected Families speakers for a workshop and it was one of the best things I’ve heard in a long time. But be forewarned, the main person that needs work is not your child– it is you. I learned how a lot of my anger at my kids while in public was because I didn’t want to appear like a mess. I wanted the perfect, well-behaved, little angels. Well, they don’t exist because our children are not raised by perfect, well-behaved, angel parents. They are raised by imperfect, sinners. But there is hope. And I love that this blog gives me hope. Not that I’m going to do everything right and then my child will do everything right, but that I’m going to mess up, and I need to be willing to change and apologize for it.
Here are my favorite Connected Families blog articles:
1) 12 Misbehaviors and the God-Given Gifts Behind Them
2) Possibly the Best Way to Build Wisdom
3) Consequences That Actually Work:
4) Why Kids Explode and What to Do about it
The image above
is off their website and it is what the parenting workshop went through. Building a Foundation first with your kids, then connecting with them, etc.
Why I Would Never Force my Kids to go to Church
Great blog post. My son’s complaint about church is that “daddy talks too long”. His daddy is the pastor. 🙂
My parents forced me to eat three times a day growing up. No joke. Three times. Every. Single. Day. And it wasn’t always stuff I liked, either. Matter of fact, I complained a lot about what my mom made. “Ewww, gross! Sauteed zucchini? Seriously? Mom, you know we hate this stuff!” So as I approached adulthood I made an important decision. Since my parents forced me to eat while I was growing up, I decided I was done with meals. Oh, here and there I’ll eat out of obligation. I mean, family traditions like Thanksgiving and Christmas, yeah, I’m there. But daily eating? No way. I’m done.
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Construction Sites: Rice and Cloud Dough
What to do on a cold, blizzard-y day?
Make construction sites of course.
Rice Construction Site:
I used a cake pan and a cookie sheet with raised sides to contain the building materials a.k.a rice. I colored the rice blue and another bag green, then mixed them.
Tip: Play with rice on a non-carpeted floor since sweeping is easier than vacuuming in my opinion. I vacuumed for quite a few minutes one evening, but still kept hearing the clinking and rattle of rice hitting the plastic of the vacuum container.
Cloud Dough Construction Site: from PBS
I didn’t have baby oil this time, but I did have Neutrogena Body Oil so I used that instead. I’m sure any body type oil would work. I’ve made this with baby oil before and it smells very nice.
Notice the plastic table cloth on the floor to catch the construction debris. I also used a lid from a big Rubbermaid container as the fence.