3 Reasons Why Modern Parenting is Stressful (avec the silver lining!)

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“THAT didn’t exist when I had kids that age!”

Modern parents now have it so much better now, because Information + Amazon Prime = More ease and safety than ever before, right?

Mais non! Even with handy tech, clean products and boatloads of information, parenting is more stressful than ever.

Why?

1) Parenting today can be isolating. Even introverts pine for the proverbial Village. The Village is where you can take a shower, use the restroom and get dressed without freaking out on the inside that something bad is going to happen to your children. If you live in The Village, your aunt or cousin is over and she is happily playing with them. The Village is where children can walk down the street to your neighbor’s house without panic ensuing and police being called. You are friends and/or family with your neighbors and everybody watches out for everybody else. You work, cook, and eat together, learn from each other, laugh, connect, walk to the local market and all the while we are watching out for each other’s children.

I know that The Village wouldn’t be utopia, there would be gossip, hurt feelings sometimes, personal space infringed upon, but as a young mom desperate for more hands on deck and a greater sense of community that you don’t have to commute to, it would be WORTH IT!

I pine for the Village and ache for it as if I am missing a part of my own body. Oh, I do have solid mom friends! Most of them are a drive away and have their own busy schedules. Oh, I take my kids to music classes, baby gyms and we do fun things! Yes, but I am planning out and driving to each activity with all of the kerfuffle that comes with each click of the car seat, every bag, every sippy cup packed, and I pay a pretty penny for many of their extra curricular activities.

Much of the time I am alone with my children at the house wishing that a group of my friends and family would just magically drop by to tell us that they are moving to a nearby cul-de-sac, but that hasn’t happened yet.

2) Gadgets don’t make you forever happy, but they do make you less creative. My kids don’t want me to be on the phone or computer for very long. When they play with toy phones they don’t want to be on them very long either. What they want is for me to interact with them and play games. When we are at home, they have a lot of things to play with, but everything eventually gets boring and they want us to look them in the eyes and hang out with them again. The more things I have around me to give them, the less creative I need to be to keep them busy, plus they tend to be more sedentary. Let’s be real, even though some toys can be pedagogical, it’s not like they are learning to code playing with the Fisher Price battery operated ‘tablet.’ They just like the beeping and lit-up display.

Put me in an environment where I have less stuff and suddenly I get creative. The ceramic dish that the sugar packets are in at the restaurant quickly becomes a boat that travels around the table and it’s hilarious when the boat bonks into my head. If we are at a home that doesn’t have toys then oven mitts become puppets. If we are waiting for the car to get serviced I suddenly remember how to make a t-shirt with a piece of paper like I did in Jr. High.  They aren’t whining because I’m doing something interesting and interacting with them.

I’m not saying that toys aren’t awesome, and we have so many at home for them to play with. It’s just that they don’t satisfy as much as personal interaction and a good tickle-fest.

3) TMI TMI TMI TMI TMI

In the ‘ignorance is bliss’ category, the parents who came before us got to enjoy giving their children dinner and shampooing their hair without being privy to each and every ingredient and industrial practice. I want our children eat responsiblly-sourced, organic lovely foods and use shampoo that has no PEG-80 Sorbitan Laurate or Tetrasodium EDTA lalalalalalalalalalala etc. etc. etc. in their products, truly, but there is an information overload here that has added stress and worry to my life!

I’m thrilled that producers now know that people care about what goes into their products and what the consequences are of even manufacturing their wares, but I’m drowning in a sea of information about how everything SHOULD be.

Even though I am happy that there are fantastic parenting books out there, information and advice does not replace community. I don’t want to add another parenting book to my list right now. I want someone who really cares about my children to be here to read to my them while I am still on my hands and knees cleaning up the lunch mess.

This of course brings us back to point #1 and instead of going on and on and giving YOU information overload, I’ll close with this. I don’t have the whole Village, but I do have a solid and loving family; my sisters and parents are worth the commute. They are intentional with our children and very close with them.

Doda Donna

Doda Donna

We are also blessed to have some incredibly good neighbors. Donna from right next door comes over and she makes my children feel special. She walks in the door and lightens the mood when my toddler is fussy with big gestures and silly questions, and then shows her colorful necklace to the younger one. She blows bubbles while I have a break to get dressed and breathe. She’ll play with Emil so I can pick up Valita from school without having to put him in the car seat AGAIN. Even if you don’t have the whole Village, I wish for all mamas to have their own “Doda Donna” and I hope that like her, I’ll represent at least a small part of The Village by being a non-paid, friendly face and at-the-ready extra set of hands for young moms wherever I live for the rest of my life!

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Oui, hair!

IMG_5718I have been asked since my blog about giving up complaining for Lent how I manage to keep up my attitude of gratitude. That moment when I find joy instead of pain is what I call a ‘Oui, hair!’ moment.

It started with a little spider vein on my left thigh. I was 8 months pregnant when I noticed it on my body. I glared at it, getting more and more frustrated until I started wondering about how spider veins come about. That brought me back to Biology 101 and how our veins are blood vessels carrying deoxygenated blood back to our hearts.

It’s clear that veins are totally badass.

AND I GET TO HAVE THEM! I have veins, and even arteries to boot, carrying blood back and forth to my pumping, beating heart.

So veins are incredible and the intricate work of what is going on inside our bodies every millisecond is badass.

Go ahead, try it with anything you like about your body. Look for what is awesome about it instead. Crow’s feet? You have done a ton of laughing over the years. The ’11’ lines in the middle of your forehead? There have been many problems to solve, and hopefully so many orgasms. Worth it! Cellulite even? Eating good, high-octane fats is what we need to do to nourish our skin and we need fat to carry vitamins A, D, E and K into our bloodstream. It’s not a reason to ignore taking the utmost care of ourselves, eating bountiful food and exercising of course, but it’s a way to stay focused on what is good.

Your hair is too thick or too thin or just not what you want? Be thankful that you have it! Two of my closest friends have bravely battled breast cancer recently. One of them had chemo that wiped out her strength and of course, her hair. Her hair and strength have been restored, but think about those without hair before complaining about yours. You get to have it! Oui, hair!

Like anything worthwhile, having your Oui, hair! moments continually and choosing joy isn’t easy. That little spider vein? He invited friends to come have a little party behind my knees. They are still so badass, even the twisted, damaged ones that become spider veins. They did good work before becoming weak, and all of my other veins are still rockin’ it inside.

Try it, and let me know what happens. If there is one about your body that you aren’t able to find anything positive about, tell me and I’ll find something, you gorgeous creature!

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Pieds nus

Here’s a #tbt to just this past Thursday which was the day TOMs encouraged everyone to not wear shoes in order to 1) gain awareness to what it’s like for the millions of people who don’t have shoes and 2) help donate a pair by taking a picture of your bare feet and posting it. Usually they donate when you buy their products but last Thursday they gave away 296,243 extra pairs just because of the posted hashtag #withoutshoes. It didn’t seem like a big deal to go barefoot all day, and there’s even a romantic feeling that spilled over me at first until I learned that:

There are hazards everywhere! Instead of looking around at the people and scenery around me I learned pretty quickly that I should constantly peek down to take stock of the seemingly endless fresh bits of broken glass that my son and I could step on. This was in a pretty well maintained urban city so imagine what most people come across!

Even in Venice Beach people give you The Eye! I had people staring at me with this look that said “that girl in the wide-rimmed hat with the baby doesn’t LOOK homeless, but why doesn’t she have shoes on?” I really did not expect this, especially since we were just a few blocks from the beach. Snobs abound.

My feet are PANSIES! Okay, my feet have taken me on many adventures around this planet and through two pregnancies so they themselves rock, but my feet SKIN seriously needs to toughen up. This time conjured up for me visceral reminders of what my feet used to feel like when I was a kid running around without shoes all summer! Callous remover? Next time I’ll ask for callouses adhesive because I felt EVERYTHING and at first flinched just when I was on some light gravel. Toughen up, tootsies; I can’t wait for the next pieds nus day!IMG_3810

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Doing this felt amaaaaaazing

IMG_3170We had a shed built for which I ordered a tool sorter. Our tool bag was on the ground with many pointy and sharp bits inside and out. Even though the littles aren’t allowed in there, they are bound to find out how keys work and I might forget to lock it. Figuring out which pegs would go where was akin to playing with a Battleship board or Rosie the Riveter Plinko game, and I had honestly THE BEST TIME putting this together.  I had a full force satisfied smile on my face by the time I was done.

Why did I have such an exhilarating time doing something rather banal? I had to stop and think about it because it was a feeling that I could tell I hadn’t had in a while. The reward of seeing the work done and feeling good about it was IMMEDIATE. Most of the work I do these days in the doula world and parenting is for the LONG TERM results. When I have to tell Valita not to pull toys away from her brother and when I tell Emil not to throw hard objects, on the best days I feel like a buzzkill and on the worst I feel like a total impatient, repetitive jerk. That furrowed brow I feel up there? Not so sexy! When I catch her sharing out of the corner of my eye, or when I see him deciding NOT to throw a toy train at the dog, that does give me satisfaction points. It isn’t immediate, but rather the result of me saying same things over and over and over. Some other positive parenting results I might have to wait even longer to see, or I may never see first hand, but hearing from other parents that your children have been helpful or polite every now and then sure is encouraging!

Now that I no longer have a job in which I have regular performance reviews for or spreadsheet-worthy results from,  I’ll just get more work done in the shed or hang something with the drill when I need a very quick fix of satisfaction!

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I gave up complaining for Lent

IMAG0033Inspired by a discussion group where Christine Lewicki spoke about her J’Arrête de Râler concept and books, I gave up complaining for Lent. Let’s be real, it was more ‘dialing down’ my complaining, just like a volume button down to the lowest setting. Overall I feel like my abstention was successful. I’m going to continue my quest even though the Easter season has come and gone.

I learned~1) there is a fine line between communicating negative information and complaining; it’s all in the delivery. If I tell you I got a parking ticket this afternoon in a manner that is too perky, I’m not complaining, but it will come off as sarcastic which isn’t much of an improvement. I can however, not whine and go on and on about it as if the world owes me something. I’m someone who historically bottled up any tension and anger which was not healthful for me, so even though I WILL communicate the bad things that went down I will not complain about it.

2) dialing down my complaints turned up the volume on everybody else’s. I didn’t judge anyone for it since it felt more like a Dorian Gray mirror image. It was the same when I have given up sugar or drinking during Lent; that is when I realize how abundant it is in my own diet.

3) gratitude was my key to the volume control knob and even though I fumbled quickly and often, I was able to dial down my complaining by keeping a list of the things and people I am grateful on my mind. I’m curious what you gave up for Lent and how it went?!

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