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Wednesday, March 28, 2018

A Tale of Two Cars

A Tale of Two Cars

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the period of constantly fighting and constantly making up, it was the age of wanting it all and not getting it all, it was the era of mine, mine, mine and give me that, it was the season of quiet and the season of loud, it was the summer of fun and the winter of tedious, they had everything before them and nothing before them, they were all going straight to bed, they were all going to stay up forever - in short the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted upon its being received with the utmost exasperation of superlatives.

-Above quote heavily mangled from A Tale of Two Cities

Seriously, we have so many ups and downs throughout the day that my head is constantly spinning. The three children are seven, four, and two, and sometimes they deliberately antagonize each other for what appears to be no reason other than to antagonize each other. Every day is a surprise, as I never know how they are going to interact with each other. Will they play together nicely and share their toys and use polite words? Or will they throw things at each other and knock over each other’s towers and fight over that one toy that really isn’t all that special anyway?

This particular time was a lot like any other. I was working in the kitchen while the two younger children were playing peacefully by the hearth (not really, but it sounds like a nice way to set up a scene. Honestly they were just playing on the hardwood floor of the living room, no hearth nearby), vrooming their cars and building their towers. One would vroom and one would build and all was well. Until it wasn’t.

“It’s mine! Give me that!” said a loud, childish voice, most likely belonging to a two-year old.

“No, that’s mine! I was playing with it!” said an even louder, childish voice, most likely belonging to a four-year old.

I hesitantly peeked around the corner of the hearth (read: I poked my head out of the kitchen and into the living room) to see the commotion revealed before me.

There, with both hands clutching a matchbox toy car, a little blond-haired boy was fighting off a little blue-eyed girl, also using both of her hands to attempt to pry his hands off the car. He had a mischievous, determined smirk, and she had an annoyed, angry expression.

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“What’s going on?” I asked. I wasn’t too sure I wanted to know, but I knew from experience that if I sat back and ignored it, physical violence would escalate.

“He took my car! I was playing with it!” I look at the pile of cars in front of the four-year-old, thinking she probably doesn’t need that one car.

“Are you sure he can’t play with that one? It looks like you have other cars to play with,” I offer.

“NO!” I get in response. How dare I even suggest such a thing? I mean, the gall.

“Ok, can we come to an agreement on the car, then?” I’ve been trying out different parenting strategies. Sometimes they work, sometimes they don’t. This time we’re testing out compromises and agreements.  “What do you think about taking turns?”

“I want a turn first!” “No, I do!” Oy vey. I take away said car and tell them that they can’t have it back until they figure out a solution to their problem.

I hear some frantic whispering, some possible extortion, who knows?

“Mommy, we figured it out. I’ll hold onto it for now and he’ll play over there with these cars.”

“Okay, great! Here’s your car.” Woo hoo for positive parenting or whatever it is when parenting works out. I think that’s positive.

Yet, not two minutes later, the scuffling begins again. I had patted myself on the back too soon.

Envision a repeat of earlier conversation with children, then the taking away of said car again. Lots of begging and pleading and me wanting to uninvent cars all together. Wouldn’t we all just like a nice horse and buggy?

Anyway.

I text my husband at work. Hey, remember that extra car we bought for the cousin? Is that still upstairs? Do you think it would be terrible if I opened it and gave it to the kids?

Your call, Babe, he says. He’s so helpful, I know.

Some time passes. Repeat fighting over car again and again. These kids are stubborn, I tell ya. I think about the car upstairs. Maybe it will solve all of my problems and we can go back to the peaceful hearth scene again.

I text my husband, I’m going to do it.

OK, he replies. He's very supportive.

I run upstairs and take the other, identical car out of the packaging. I make my grand entrance downstairs, sweeping in regally, excited that I may have finally solved today’s dilemma.

“Children, look what I have! Now you can each have your own car! And they are exactly the same, so you don’t have to fight over it.”

“I want the new one!”

“No, I want the new one!”

Needless to say, my plan did not go according to plan. They continued to fight over the new car, even though the cars were exactly the same. I even did the whole mix things up behind my back so they can’t tell the difference and each pick a hand game. It didn’t work. The new (or old, I couldn’t tell) car had invisible marks on it only visible to eyes less than five years old. It must have been pretty special.

So what is the moral of the story I am telling? I have no idea. Maybe it’s that the kids are going to find something to fight about no matter what and next time I shouldn’t open the present we were going to give to the cousin. (Although if you must know, we did find another car-the same one- to give to him, so he is none the wiser.) Perhaps it’s that I should have been more creative in my squabble-squashing strategy. Or that I should have played on the floor with them and modeled how to share (It’s this one, I know it is). Tell me, dear reader, what would you have done?    

Friday, March 16, 2018

Life Lessons from Disneyland


Disneyland is part of the heartbeat of our family. Before you even walk into our house, you can find hidden Mickeys and a Disney welcome mat outside. Enter our house and Disneyland decor is tastefully displayed on the walls and bookshelves. If you look carefully enough, you might even find the doorknob from Alice in Wonderland peeking out at you from one of our doors.  

My husband has fond memories of vacations there as a child and is intent on imparting similar memories to his children. We recently returned from a four-day trip and I’ve realized that while trips to Disneyland are fun and exciting, they also teach my children important life lessons in a safe and   forgiving environment. Here are the top 5 that come to mind: 


1.Patience.

This is pretty obvious. Mention Disneyland and after imagining characters and a giant castle, the next thing that jumps into someone’s mind are the crowds. Squeezing a double stroller through hundreds of people will give you an anxiety attack. Bonus points if you manage not to ram the back of someone’s leg. Anyway, because of so many people flocking to the Happiest Place on Earth, we spend a lot of time waiting:

Waiting for our turn to meet a character. Waiting in a 45-minute-long line to ride a 2-minute ride.  Waiting for a show to start. Waiting for the parade to come by. Yes, it can be exhausting and trying, but the children learn that eventually they will get to where they want to go. If they have patience, the waiting is even easier to manage. They learn how to be creative with what they can do while waiting. They play clapping games with each other, word games, do some mental math problems, observe and comment on their surroundings, and excitedly discuss the trip thus far. Patience is one of the most important lessons learned in Disneyland, and this can translate well to other aspects of life. Patience is one of the most important lessons learned in Disney, and this can translate well to other aspects of life.     




2. Restaurant Manners

Disneyland caters various types of meals for its visitors. There are quick-service meals, which are just walk-up to a counter and order, or there are sit-down restaurants. These restaurants are obviously accustomed to serving children (hello, we’re at Disneyland), but at the same time they   are the type of establishments that can be found anywhere. Patrons are given menus, servers come by to fill drinks and take orders, and everyone is expected to sit at the table to eat.

The children learn how to use inside voices, read menus, communicate effectively to the servers, and sit and eat politely at the table with proper utensil use and napkin placement. Disneyland is a safe space to learn these skills because we aren’t given rude glares if one of the children spills a drink or excitedly gets a little too loud because the children at the next table are most likely screaming and running around anyway. I hope the servers get large tips.  

3. Theater Etiquette

We love seeing theater shows. The characters and costumes and music enthralls my children (ok, me especially), and the acting and singing is of a high caliber. The children learn proper theater   etiquette when we are there as they are expected to sit and watch the show, react with clapping   and laughter at appropriate times, and remain seated for the duration of the show. We can also point out the kids who are misbehaving and tell our own what angels they are, really reinforcing that positive behavior. Competition to be the best is strong in the children 
4. Money Management

Our children have a weekly allowance, plus they earn money in other creative ways. They are allowed to bring their money on our trip and budget it according to what they want. On this last trip, my younger daughter managed her money nicely and opted to buy two different toy sets. My older daughter spent much of her time analyzing the items for sale and comparing prices. Much of what she wanted was out of her price range. Instead of opting for a cheaper item that she didn’t truly want, she decided she would rather save her money than spend it. It also helps that she’s good at cajoling her little sister into sharing her purchases, so she didn’t feel too let down that she couldn’t afford what she wanted.

5. Gratitude

One of my biggest concerns as a parent is that my children will grow up to be entitled humans who feel they deserve things even though they haven’t earned them. Yes, my children do go to Disneyland quite often, but we try to instill in them a sense of gratitude for what they have and are able to do. They realize not everyone chooses to go to Disneyland like they do. They are very excited when they get the chance to go and grateful for the experiences they have when they are there. They remember the rides they go on and the characters they meet, which have a lasting impression on them. We also frequently discuss how the rides came to be, how much work and imagination went into doing the decorations and atmosphere, and how we can be thankful that somebody came up with these things for them to enjoy.


Disneyland is fun and exciting and we see many more trips in our future. It’s nice to know that my children are learning life lessons at the same time they enjoy the magic.