Category Archives: Parenting

Mish Mash

Ever since I first heard of Lenore Skenazy, I’ve been interested in the whole idea of free range kids.  I wrote about it almost a year ago, and I enjoyed reading Alma’s take on it today on the Chicago Mom’s Blog.  Care to weigh in?  I always like to hear your thoughts on these kinds of things.

This week, I’m writing about Remembering and Kids Doing Laundry over at Midwest Parents.  Check there Friday for a great appetizer recipe–easy, unique, and always a winner.

And here?

Here I am desperately trying to keep my toes in the water as I swim through work stuff, end-of-year school stuff, and life.

How about you?

Fat Kids

Newsflash:  Our kids are not fat because school lunches are horrible.  Our kids are not fat because they watch TV ads about foods that are horrible.  Our kids are not fat because the stores sell processed foods that are horrible.

You know, of course, that I am a highly trained scientists and I make these claims based on years of research, right?  Okay, fine, I couldn’t be called a scientist even if I were wearing a lab coat and looking through a microscope and whatever it is scientist are looking at under there.   And I haven’t done any research, either.

But I live in the real world, the one where parents take responsibility for their children on all fronts.  And the last time I checked, my husband and I (right, mostly me) were the ones buying 95% of the food consumed by our children.

Do my kids eat complete junk on the day they buy school lunch?  Yes they do.  Am I happy about this?  Of course not.  Thus, they get a certain amount of money to spend on school lunches each month.  If, in one week, they spend it all on Flamin’ Hot Cheetos and Sugar Muffins, they’ll be packing food from home for the next three weeks.

Do I buy potato chips and include them with my kids’ lunches on occassion?  Yes I do.  I’m not a fan of processed food and am trying like crazy to weed it out of our diet, but I’m human and busy and I’m sure not gonna fry up home-made potato chips on my own any time soon. 

Still, I’m irked by the recent suggestion of President Obama to add a bazillion dollars to the school lunch plan. I’m irked by this idea not because I don’t believe our kids should eat healthier food–I do believe this, really!–but because I don’t believe this responsibility falls solely on the government or that adding cash to a government program will have the effect of making kids healthier.   I firmly believe that if we expect our kids to make good food choices at school, we have to help them make good food choices at home.

Let me pause to clarify that this discussion, obviously, is not about kids living in poverty.  Please don’t leave me a comment explaining that for some kids this might be the only meal of the day and gosh-darnit, it’s our government’s job to be there for them.  I understand the implications for these children and both applaud and support organizations like Kids Food Basket, that work to make sure kids have another meal no matter what.  I’m talking, here, about those of us who walk up and down the aisles of the grocery store with money in our wallets, deciding whether to buy grapes and oranges or grape soda and orange Cheetos.

Once again, let me stress that as parents I believe we totally have the right to choose the grape soda and orange Cheetos.  What I don’t believe is that we should expect the bazillion dollar school lunch program to teach our kids to eat right.  Or how to clean up after themselves.  Or why they’d want to eat right in the first place.

That’s our job.

Agree?  Disagree?  Other suggestions?

To Read

My first son showed up reading.  Okay, fine, that’s a slight exaggeration, but as a parent I did what most of us do:  I read to my baby and I read to my toddler.  Until, suddenly, one day he began reading to me.  The little guy went straight to chapter books, no sounding out or struggling with that tricky silent “e”.

My second boy picked up reading quickly, too.  He didn’t fly into chapter books, but the idea that letters fit together to form words, and sentences, and stories clicked early.  He got it down and he was off.  A to Z Mysteries, look out!

And then my third little guy came along.  I read to my baby and I read to my toddler.  But a curious thing happened.  He didn’t read back.   I didn’t worry because I knew the other boys had just been naturally early readers.  I wasn’t Teaching With Phonics or anything.  They were just wired that way.

When my third son turned 5, we sent him to the “Spanish School.”  We have an immersion program here that’s fantastic.  We were amazed at how quickly he picked up a second language.  And–lo–he began to read in spanish.  Now, if you’re at all familiar with that language, you probably know that it’s extremely phonetic.  “I” always sounds like “ee”–they just don’t have all of the if, ands, or buts that we have in english.  What that means for beginning readers is that it’s easier because the letters always make the same sound.

When New Year’s rolled around that year, our son surprised us with his resolution: “I want to learn to read in english.”  It nearly broke my heart.  As we went up and down the grocery aisles and he tried to pronounce the words, he finally turned to me and said, “But mom, how do you know when it’s a silent ‘E’?”  Ayyy, I don’t know, I never had to do this before!

So what did I do?  I asked for help.  Having never “taught” reading before, I spoke with my older sons’ first grade teacher (at the regular, english-teaching, non-immersion school).  She smiled and suggested books with lots of repetition.  I’m pretty sure she was thinking, “Welcome to the real world, sweetheart.”  We tried these books, with some luck, but it still didn’t quite click.  He would sound out a word, seem to get it, and three pages later struggle over the very same word.  Plus, have you read those books?  Talk about dumbing things down…

Finally at the little library where we spend our summers, I stumbled across an old copy of Dick and Jane.  We tried it.  Progress.  He seemed to be retaining the words from page to page.  They had a few others in the series, so we checked those out, too.  And yes!  He got it!  Whatever the formula is in those books, it worked for my boy.  He was finally able to put the pieces together.  The books continue to use the same words that were previously introduced, as they add new vocabulary.  Are the stories fascinating?  Not so much.  But the older boys did get a good chuckle out of the title.

And my little guy?  Reading in english and spanish now, just fine.

Thanks, Dick.  And Jane.