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5 Things Kids Teach Us All

As parents, we learn as much from our kids as they learn from us. We teach them not to eat things off the floor, they teach us that our tolerance for disgusting things is a lot higher than we think. Through the vomit and the poop, the lessons and the trials, good and bad, you’re both learning. For parents and non-parents alike, here’s what you can learn from kids, period. Your own or someone else’s.

5. How to Be Silly Again

Grown-ups are usually no fun. We work, we behave, we do boring things like send stuff to the IRS. However, one of the greatest things about being a child is the carefree joy of not knowing that crap. There’s a time and a place for being nicely groomed and having etiquette, but not every moment needs to be treated like a formal dinner with the Queen. Alex has taught me to let loose. Dance in the living room again, make silly faces, run around like crazy, no matter who is watching. Sometimes we get too stuck on how to “act in public” or about “who is watching”, when really that doesn’t matter at all.

Kids Teach Us How to Have Fun

Ridin’ Dirty

4. Having Patience

This is a big one. I’m quick to react. I sometimes react badly, and I don’t like sitting still when I could do something. So, when he’s putting tampons in the toilet or mashing food into the couch, it’s hard not to pull my hair out and scream like a mad woman. However, I’ve learned that there really are more important things to life than the cleanest couch or the cleanest kid or sanity. He’s just being himself and that’s what’s important. As long as he’s not in danger and what he’s doing isn’t going to cause a huge boo-boo on something, I ignore it and do something that I want to do instead.

Kids teach us how to have lots of patience....lots.

Alex and tampon, right before throwing it in the toilet

3. The Benefits of Chilling Out

I used to always be in a hurry. My mornings always felt rushed and, as a result, I was always in a bad mood because I couldn’t get to work early. I’ve learned to accept though the reality that I will not make it to work at 7:00 am, that it will take 40 minutes to get ready, no matter what we do differently, and things just aren’t going to go smoothly. I’m living with a toddler; life is chaos by definition. It’s much better to embrace the circumstances in this instance than try to change them. I roll with the punches now, by choice.

2. The Joy of Discovery

Ever seen a child’s face when they figure out how to roll over? How to push the buttons on something and make a noise? How to take every single thing out of your purse, hide your keys, and destroy your eye shadow? The amazing simplicity of these small tasks are a giant accomplishment for babies and young toddlers. As they learn to do new things, it’s the most wonderful thing for them–and you will find yourself getting so excited about it. I’ve never been so happy about anyone being able to repeat the word “ball” or point to his nose or clap his hands. Basic things to us, but to someone who is learning how to do them for the first time, it reminds you just how fantastic every day life and simple things can be.

1. Loving Unconditionally

As a first time parent, especially before I was even pregnant, I highly doubted my ability to love anyone more than I loved my dad’s miniature yorkie, Toty. Even while carrying Alex for 9 months, I was hesitant about love and bonding. Not to be cliche, but when I first held his gooey, gross, after-birth covered, tiny body and looked into his bright brown eyes, I realized that it’s possible for even me. He was not capable of doing anything but crap, cry, eat, and sleep, but I was going to do whatever I can to give him everything he could ever need or want.

Kids teach us how to love unconditionally

Alex, sans after-birth

My love continues to grow as I watch him and guide him through what has been the first 2 years of his life. He doesn’t understand an abstract concept like love yet because it’s not a bite-bite or outside or Papa. But he knows what it feels like and he will always know what it feels like. Here’s to love, forever.

Grown Up Thoughts on Nick Jr. Programming

After a year of watching Nick Jr, I can’t help but being analytical and critical of the shows and their storylines. I get bored.

1. Max and Ruby’s parents are never around. Sure, their grandmother is sometimes, but generally, they run a-muck all by themselves. Also, Ruby has a tendency to be negative and discouraging to her little brother. Someone needs to parent her.

2.  The Backyardigans are legitimately cool. For the songs alone, this show is enjoyable for adults. Their version of the “12 Days of Christmas” was surprisingly amazing. And don’t try to crush my review by saying it’s autotuned and studio formulated. Of course it is! But it’s still wonderfully crafted.

3. How can Lenny of The Wonder Pets be a girl? I appreciate that this female character is the leader of the group and does not adhere to typical female stereotypes like wearing pink or being cutesy and girly, but at the same time, Lenny (the hamster) is a little butch. It’s sending confusing messages.

4.Team Umizoomi could probably get more done if they would stop screwing around. It seems that in every episode I see, the team stops so often to practice their math skills or learn shapes that they get critically sidetracked from their mission. It’s just bad time management skills. Umifail.

5. There is no one that could appear on Yo Gabba Gabba that would surprise me. I don’t care if it’s Mike Tyson or Charlie Sheen or the Pope. They’ve already had Jack Black, the Roots, and My Chemical Romance, to name a few. Guest starring is a good career move for anyone; everyone loves this show. Personally, I find all of the characters annoying (they are over the top and obnoxious), save for the one human, DJ Lance Rock. It takes a real secure black man to play a DJ on a kid’s show.

6. Without Steve, Blue’s Clues is straight crap. Steve was a total dork. But he was so genuine and so good at the role. Joe is just plain retarded. No offense out there. It’s just, I don’t believe him; I can tell he’s acting. And he’s being a condescending ass most of the time, not a true child-like, sincere person like Steve. By the way, Steve never overdosed on drugs or anything. He voluntarily quit in 2002.

Platitudes and Parenthood

May 8th, 2010. I unceremoniously peed on a stick that Saturday morning. I had received a negative response not even a week before and only took another one to satisfy the skepticism of my family. Without anticipation or eagerness, I routinely held the test out. I expected nothing. However, a mere ten seconds into my wait, the word “PREGNANT” flashed onto the screen. It might as well have said Complete Utter Devastation, but I don’t think that would have fit. Shocked and horrified, I ran out to the front yard of my dad and step-mom’s house (leaving the toilet unflushed) and, in tears, embraced my family. What about my life? What about what I want to do? Why did this happen? Why me? This isn’t fair! As I sobbed uncontrollably, my dad and step-mom stopped setting up their yard sale to comfort me. My dad broke the somber moment, pointing to the pregnancy test: “Is that pee on there?”

Some 19 months later, I have the happiest, sweetest, cutest boy and through the tears, messes, diapers, breastfeeding ups and downs, inexplicable screaming fits, and thousands of dollars, I have come out the other side surprisingly okay. Alex will be 1 year old on January 8th and I can finally see a light at the end of the tunnel. Baby’s first year is basically like mommy boot camp. I think I have survived okay. He’s taught me patience, unconditional love, and the joy of simple things. I’ve taught him peek-a-boo. At least I’m on the board.

As a parent, you give up a lot. I gave up 4 inch pumps, my own apartment, sleeping through the night, and, sometimes, showering. I wanted to go to school, in addition to working, and live a fulfilling life of travel, philanthropy, writing, and lots and lots of music. I was going to learn Spanish and take guitar lessons. Get my Masters. Move to California. I had a grand to-do list and a child wasn’t on it.

Instead of pursuing all these things full force and living a rich, romantic, selfish life, I now look forward to the biggest, most sincere grin of a loving, sweet child at the end of a long day. I cuddle with him at night as we’re falling asleep. I see the look of wonder on his face as he learns how to turn the TV on and off. The look of mischief as he races up the stairs, but pauses long enough to see if I’ve noticed. The intense concentration as he flexes his motor skills.

Parenthood is everything I’ve heard so far. It’s awful and wonderful. You fall in love with them as newborns, you overcome the hard days, you learn a lot along the way. Nothing ever prepares you, as the trite expression goes, and sometimes you just have to do what you think is right (that’s another), not what your mom or the Doctor or the book says. The good thing though is that it’s a daily thing. You don’t have to learn 18 years worth of knowledge in 9 months of pregnancy. That’s also the horrible part. I’m a big “learn it all in advance” kind of person. Read the instructions, figure it out before doing it. Another thing Alex has taught me: spontaneity. Live in the moment. It’s better that way. You can’t control a child, anyway. You can only guide them.

I gave up my dream life, but I wouldn’t trade the one I got for anything.

Platitudes and Parenthood

Platitudes and Parenthood–Mommyhood 101