Wednesday, March 25, 2015

On being the better parent...

Hey. This is my dude.




But, before he was my Dude. This was my dude.


And I love both of my dudes.

I really feel that, in the parenting world, Dudes don't get enough credit. We (Mothers) are usually the default parent because we might be the one who stays home. I know this is certainly the case in my household. I'm home with our son 4 solid days per week, where Aaron is only home in the evenings and on weekends.

When I was pregnant we made the tough decision that I would continue to work after I had Toby. I have absolutely no regrets about that. I think my ability to balance (if you can call it balance) family and the work I love makes me a more intentional parent than I might have been otherwise. I know that I have to cherish each second I have with my kid (and my husband.)

I also made the decision that I would not give myself the opportunity to be the better parent. Yes, Toby does get more upset when I leave for work, but I never ever have to worry about Toby when I'm not around. I never feel the need to leave Aaron "instructions" when I'm at work. He knows what he's doing. I know our kid will be fed, clothed and happy.

What I only partly expected, though, was that Aaron would be a great dad. I knew he would give his all to our son (just like he does with me) but I didn't expect that he would be so fun. He is silly, he is funny and he has no problem getting his hands dirty when it comes to our kid.

That said, sometimes I think I do more... and sometimes this translates into me assuming that I'm the better parent. I take care of more. I have to remember more. I have to schedule more. I have to run more errands. I have to kiss more boo-boos. I have to anticipate when we might run out of milk or vitamins. I have to ___________.

But, it's the little things in life. The things like realizing your Dude has been wearing a dragon tail for the better part of the night, while doing construction, because he forgot to take it off after his son clipped it to his pants earlier in the evening for a "dragon parade."



It's when I load up my camera and find pictures (that I didn't take) of our son doing every day things that Aaron found essential to capture.



It's listening, every night, to 30 minutes of bedtime stories from the other room. The 30 minutes I sacrifice to them together without interruption so Aaron can be the last person Toby sees before going to sleep. It's the 30 minutes that were only supposed to be 15 minutes but Toby keeps asking for another book. And I smile because I know he gets Aaron's heart in a vice-grip (just like Mama does) and Aaron reads him one more. Then just one more after that. Then he reads him the last one. Then ends it with "Really the last one this time."

It's the moments like these (as a self-proclaimed safety inspector) that make me cringe but make my heart swell because, well, boys will be boys.






 And then it's moments like these. Where Aaron's hand is always out for Toby. A hand that will either catch him if he falls or hold him while exploring.








 


Every single night during dinner we always have Toby tell us about his day. Whether we were both present for it or not. Last night Toby went on for a few minutes about a booger (he's so gross-- totally my son, right?) and how he and Dada searched for his booger. I looked at Aaron inquisitively and he told me that Toby picked a booger out and then lost it on the ground. (Which, to an almost three-year old is apparently devastating.) Aaron said that he and Toby searched for the lost booger for about 15 minutes. (Unfortunately, it wasn't found in case you were wondering, LOL.) I chuckled at this story and in my head said to myself "Ha... Well, better you than me."

Then, as if Toby had heard my internal dialogue, he looked at me and said, "Yep, Mama. Dada looked for Toby's booger. Toby's booger gone. I luff Dada." And I realized in that moment that I probably wouldn't have conducted a thorough investigation for the booger at large. I can imagine that when Toby told me he lost it I would have shrugged my shoulders and probably said something like, "Oh well. Booger is gone. We'll get another one soon."

It's moments like that when I'm grateful to be reminded that I'm not the better parent. It illustrates how lucky I am to have a dude who will find joy in things that might never occur to me. Things that are important to our kid at the moment. Things I might find a waste of time.

And it makes me love my Dudes. Especially the one I married.


Thursday, March 5, 2015

Toby's version of Ivy League.

I need to premise this with the acknowledgement that we, as parents, are narcissists. Diagnostically? Well, maybe some of us. Figuratively? Absolutely. We think our child is the best artist, or the cutest, or the sweetest and most thoughtful, or the smartest, or the most well behaved, and/or the ________ (you fill in the blank.) It's innate in many of us to feel this way about our little tyke because it creates a primal drive to love them, take care of them, and nurture them. They are these little humans that every fiber in our body gravitates to-- like magnets. It's organic. It's supposed to happen that way. 

Well, my kid? He's pretty darn special too; something pretty amazing happened to him recently.


He was accepted to school.

Not just any school but, our "reach" school.

No, I am not smoking crack. Yes, I know I'm over the top and referring to an (almost) three-year-old and not a college-bound senior. But, I am ridiculously proud... and proud of my ridiculousness.

We've known for the past 12 months that our beloved nanny would be leaving us September 2015. Since Toby was 3 months old, we have always had a nanny. While the nanny he had for his first 18 months of life was great, our current nanny knocks my socks off. There have been so many times that she has saved our butts one way or another. She cleans during Toby's naps, she takes him everywhere, and gives him so many experiences. Although she is only with us a mere 15 hours each week, to any parent, 15 minutes feels like too much time to miss and "give" to someone else. But, she absolutely loves him. And he's crazy about her. And he needs time away from me (it almost physically hurt to write that!)

So, we've had a long time to decide what was best for our son going forward. We discussed a lot of options; daycare, preschool programs, in-home care, having a friend watch him, hiring another nanny, or Aaron and I working completely opposite schedules so he would always be with one of us. None of them felt like completely the right option. One thing we were both sure of was that he needed more time with peers.

We also knew a few things: We wanted an educational and diverse setting. We wanted his environment to be structured, but not so structured that he would be confined to one room, or behind a desk. We also demanded that it would be secure. We didn't want people coming in and out, or the general public (including other parents) to have access to our child. But, we also didn't want a prison. Lastly, we wanted trained and certified teachers. Kind of specific, I know.

We toured a few daycares and we even toured some in home providers. It just didn't fit. Finally, I said to Aaron, "I want him to be in an educational setting where he can learn but I don't want him at a desk learning to count." (Because, well, my kid is already a genius, remember?) ;) He can count to almost 20, he has known his shapes and colors for forever, and he is even beginning to grasp quantity- meaning, if I lay out 5 grapes and ask him how many are there, he will count and say 5. Then, I'll say, "if I eat one, how many will be left?" he will say "four." Not to mention, if I show him a map of the United States he can point to about 10 different states if I call out their name- and, in reverse, if I point to them he can say their name also. See? Genius. wink-wink (coughnarcissistcoughcough.)

For a while we looked seriously at daycares. For a lot of reasons. It would offer us great hours, it would be pretty structured, he would get peer interaction, and it would be pretty darn cheap (not cheap in general but, in comparison to a nanny, it would save us hundreds of dollars each month for more hours of care.) So, we toured a few daycares but Toby didn't enjoy them. We would arrive and he would be completely uninterested in doing anything aside from leaving. I remember one of them was even divided into "age rooms" with cubicle type barriers and florescent overhead lights; that was one of the worst. The director said to us, "We encourage drop-ins. At any point during the day you can use your keycode to get in and visit us to see how we are doing." I think she had assumed that would make me feel better; instead I imagined a disgruntled parent in the thick of a custody battle "unexpectedly dropping in with a hand grenade." In all fairness, some of the other establishments we toured were very nice. It just didn't feel like the right fit.

So, I went to Dr. Google and asked, "alternative types of schools for toddlers." The first two options to come up were Waldorf and Montessori. Then I did what I always do. I went straight to the library. I got books about both. While they have common threads, we really leaned more toward Montessori education. In my readings I came across this quote, by Maria Montessori, "We discovered that education is not something which the teacher does, but that it is a natural process which develops spontaneously in the human being." That did it for me. I narrowed my focus on Montessori education reading pros/cons, other people's experiences and any article I could get my hands on before deciding it was an environment in which Toby would thrive. The premise of Montessori education, for those who aren't familiar, is to nurture a child's inclination to learn. It's not a curriculum based educational program. It allows a child to explore, with safe boundaries, their own interests. Some of the goals include nurturing independence, compassion, autonomy and responsibility. I couldn't ask more of my son than to be a compassionate, tolerant, respectful, independent and responsible person. I want him to trust himself. I want him to stay curious.

That began our quest for the right school. In New Hampshire, there were surprisingly a few options local to us for Montessori education. While I was prepared to drive him at least 30 minutes for the right program, I found a couple within arm's reach. We spent the last 6 months reading about each school, viewing their websites, seeking word of mouth, and then I found the one I wanted.

Have you ever been in a Montessori classroom? Holy Moly. It is unlike anything I have ever seen. All the materials are REAL. No plastics. Real wood. Real glass. Real furniture. While we were touring our dream school there were children there pouring water out of a miniature ceramic pitcher into real miniature glassware. I inquired about this and the director, who was guiding us through the classroom, stated that the real material teaches a child to take care and caution; if it spills and breaks it teaches them cause and effect, it also stimulates their amygdala to measure the weight of an object. Things I had never thought of.



The play yard at this particular school does not have any play structures (no slide, or swings etc.) because those types of structures "prescribe play." (On a swing you're supposed to swing, on a slide, you're supposed to slide") which isn't necessarily in line with the Montessori method. Instead, their play yard is filled with other goodies. Giant stumps they've brought in, a large pile of gravel or rocks, all things that will stimulate the child's imagination, and they cycle these. Everything about this just felt so right to us. Especially the way in which a child is engaged to learn.

There is no possible way I can articulate the absorption of Montessori education eloquently, but I can tell you it's something we spent much time researching. I've watched video upon video of Montessori classrooms, Montessori activities, and each one left me wanting this more and more for our son.

So, we scheduled an interview at our dream school. At this particular school they actually interview the parents first, without the child. Then, if it's a fit, your child is "invited" back for an observation where he integrates into a classroom with those who would be his peers (and the parents stand back and watch, not interacting.) Then the evaluators meet and decide if the child would thrive in the Montessori environment. We were cautiously optimistic but we knew there were only about 7-8 spots at this school for his age group. We knew a lot was riding on how he acclimated to the Montessori environment.

He was a natural. He waited for a general instruction, spent a little time exploring and then picked a Montessori work activity. He worked for a few minutes without distraction (he was hammering tacks into a cork board of corresponding colors [yes, a real hammer and yes, real tacks- pointy ones]) He walked on a balance beam and was particularly interested in the trained guide dog who is at the school every day and the cello (one of the teachers is a trained cellist.) But, overall he did great; it was almost as if it was a natural environment for him. It just solidified our decision for me. But, we also knew he had to be accepted.

After Toby's evaluation I packed him up in the car and we went out to breakfast. While we were eating he said, "Mama, after we eat Toby go back to school" My heart stopped. I wanted this, so badly, for him and I loved that he wanted it too. He had never asked to return to any place we had toured thus far. I said "Maybe soon, babe" and we didn't speak more about it.

The next day I got an email saying Toby was unanimously accepted. I cried. Then we immediately brought him to Friendlys for a celebratory dinner and ice cream.


So, in September, our little guy will be attending a local Montessori school three days per week (which means I still get two weekdays of Mama-Toby time!!) I am so excited for him; he's really ready for this change. While this type of education isn't for everyone, and by no means do I feel it's a superior method, it's superior for us. I mean, the school offers a language starting at four-years-old, all the teachers are trained and certified in the Montessori method, there is so much exposure to fine arts and diversity, and it's secure and safe. While it really won't save us the money some of the other options would, we know it's an environment our son with thrive in. If we choose, he can even continue there until high school. It's just perfect.

In the mean time, we were encouraged to tackle the recommended reading list provided by the school-- which has a FEW dozen books and articles/studies. I was able to load a lot on my kindle and get some through interlibrary loan but I suspect Maria Montessori will be the only author on my bedside table for quite some time.


Great job Toby! We knew you could get into your "reach" school. (I am already planning his outfit for the first day of school.)



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