Sunday, June 1, 2008

Lovely Daughter

My daughter has gorgeous brown eyes, bouncy curls with honey and copper highlights, and wears "pretty dresses" every single day. She is an excellent mommy to her babies - she bathes and feeds them regularly, and puts them to bed ever so tenderly while singing them to sleep. She gives me nice kisses (regular, eskimo, and butterfly), and will snuggle with me any time I ask.

And yet...

...there is a side to her that appalls me. 

I'm not talking about the layer of grime at the end of a hard day at the playground. I'm not talking about the crazy ensembles she puts together, earning her the descriptor "Bag Lady Chic." I'm not talking about the song she sings about her "pachina." These things are part of her charm. 

What appalls me are the hideous things this girl puts in her mouth. 

[WARNING: Some of the examples below are not for those with weak constitutions. Proceed with caution.]

Examples when she was learning to crawl...
  1. Box elder bugs: we'd hear her go quiet, signaling something was wrong, and eventually find her with a wing on her lip
  2. Hair and fuzz: She'd wolf down hairs (from carpet fringe) and fuzz (from blankets) so quickly, as though frightened we'd deprive her of this rare treat
More recent examples...
  1. Floor food: We saw her reach under the couch, put something in her mouth, and run off, chewing. My husband said "What do you have in your mouth?" She said "I didn't just pick up a cheerio off the floor and eat it."
  2. Dog Poop: On a walk (not on my watch, I'll have you know), she picked up dog poop and PUT IT IN HER MOUTH. Thankfully, she didn't like the taste and hasn't done it again (yet). 
  3. Floor germs: I saw her licking the bottom of my son's shoes in the car last week. He had been in public bathrooms and walked through pee, so I'm told. We were on a long trip, and she was bored... but isn't there something better she can do with her time?
  4. Foot-infused baking soda: I put baking soda in her shoes to absorb some of the cheesy, sour, vinegary odor her feet generate. In the same long car trip mentioned above, she took off her shoes, picked something out, and ate it. I watched, in horror, as she did it again. And again. I slowly closed my eyes, turned around, and decided there was nothing I could say. Some sentences are just too ridiculous to verbalize, even for parents of 3-year-olds. 
Now, I'm not germ-phobic... but come on. 

I have to believe a) she'll survive, and b) she's got to have an immune system of steel. 

Right? (Please tell me I'm right.)

Love, food for the heart

In a rush to pick up items for a picnic, we forgot olives. You can't have a bread-olives-cheese-wine picnic without olives. It just isn't the same. We didn't realize until we were halfway home, though, and didn't want to run back to the store. In the interest of time and dearth of parking, I dropped off my husband at the closest deli to run in. While circling, my five-and-three-quarters-year-old son and I had this conversation: 

Him: I want daddy!! I want daddy!!
Me: What?? What do you mean? He'll be back... he just has to get olives. Don't you want olives?
Him: Yes, but I want Daddy more than I want olives.
Me: Aww... now that's love!! You love Daddy more than olives.
Him: Oh yeah, I love Daddy more than olives. But I do love olives.
Me: Do you know what? I love you more than ice cream.
Him: Wooo!!...... I love you more than, more than, more than chocolate cake with sprinkles and banana frosting!!
Me: WOW! I love you more than cheese! 
Him: (suddenly matter-of-fact) Yeah, I can see that. And I know how you love cheese.


Monday, May 19, 2008

What can you say to that?

My son's arguing skills get sharper by the hour.

Daughter: Let's play Princesses.
Son:   No, I don't like playing Princesses. That's for girls.
Me:  Boys can like Princesses, too... Simon likes playing Princess.
Son:   (after thinking for a few seconds) Ok, two or three boys in the world like playing Princesses. I don't like playing Princesses.

The hills are alive...

We recently watched The Sound of Music. The kids loved it, especially Darling Daughter who now sings random, made-up lyrics to some of the tunes. 

She also sometimes slightly misunderstands or misses critical words...

Example 1:

At a friend's birthday party Son reported to the Birthday Boy that we watched Sound of Music (B-day Boy's favorite movie). I asked the kids "What's your favorite song from the movie?" Daughter didn't catch those last few words and, without missing a beat, she sang energetically "CEL-UH-BRATE GOOD TIMES COME ON, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo..."

A nearby dad said "I don't remember Kool and the Gang showing up... maybe it was after the Nazis tried to take away the Von Trapps."

Example 2:

While getting ready for bed one night, Daughter complained, "My belly hurts." Our kids usually have abdominal pain before they "make a deposit" (as my crazier grandmother used to say), so we figured either gas or solid was on its way out. She's still in pull-ups, so we steeled ourselves for the latter possibility. Sure enough, we next heard a small explosion coming from the Disney Princesses on her bum.

Husband got the honors (it was his turn to put her to bed - hurrah!) and made rather dramatic noises about the smell, consistency, and general mess. Son is a nosy bugger, and had to ask 100 questions. "What's wrong, Dad? Did it come out of her pull-up? Is it stinky? Is it diarrhea?"

To this last question, Daughter sadly protested "I'm not Maria!"

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Self-esteem

This is my blog's maiden voyage. 

I was inspired to start my own after reading a friend's. I enjoy writing, but often only get to do boring kinds of writing at work (budget justifications, educational materials about obesity, and emails where I really want to shout and swear at someone but have to be "professional"). So here I am.

Today's topic is the first of hopefully several installments of "Things that fascinate me." (To set my sights on "many installments" is too much pressure.)

Anyway, sometimes I get struck by something - a place, an animal, a phenomenon - and just have to think about it for a while. And I want other people to think about it with me. Ideally, they're as fascinated as I am, but that's not required. I'm quite happy being fascinated by myself. I nearly labeled this "Things that are amazing but that we just don't spend enough time being amazed by," but that isn't very pithy.

My topic today is self-esteem

I just help conduct a round of interviews at work involving 5 undergraduates. The posting clearly stated that we wanted people who are very outgoing and who would be willing to walk up to other undergrads on campus to interview them about their smoking. That takes balls, I'd say.

We got lots of resumes, including one woman who listed "I'm pretty" and "I'm in a sorority" as some of her main strengths. She didn't get an interview, but after conducting the first three, we regretted rejecting her so quickly. At least she thought she had strengths! Never before have I met three people in such a short time who had next-to-no personality. It was getting creepy. There was Mr. ShortestAnswerPossible (a.k.a. Too-long Eye Contact Dude). I think he was part robot. Then there was Ms. ICan'tEvenRememberAnythingAboutHerExceptThatSheWasMousy. She was definitely part mouse. The best was Ms. SweatyArmpits.

It's this last woman whose total lack of confidence struck me. She was slightly overweight but would still qualify as attractive to most. (Although, she did have what I can only describe as "shifty" eyes). She sat on the very edge of her chair and rocked back and forth throughout the entire interview. When we asked her if she'd be comfortable interviewing people on campus, she said "I think so." Nothing about her said "I'm a dynamo and you definitely want to hire me." 

Her resume was obviously strong enough for us to want to interview her. She had qualifications that were directly related to our job, but she didn't mention many of them in the interview. Some were only moderately related, but anyone with some self-esteem would have said "I haven't done X exactly, but I did Y and it was similar in these ways..." She only answered our questions with the bare minimum of information. It was odd and a discouraging waste of time.

Why was she so nervous? Why can some people exude confidence even when they shouldn't, and others can't muster a shred of it when they clearly deserve to? Why can some people "sell themselves" and others simply can't. Maybe it's humility, maybe it's an inability to lie or exaggerate, even a little. I don't know.

I'm more fascinated, though, about other situations where perfectly lovely people have no confidence in themselves. Recently at a soccer game, some of the other parents were mingling together. Several of them have been friends for a while, so it was a little clique-y. I didn't think much of it, but my husband seemed to emotionally time travel back to his painful high school experiences.

Why do people think others won't like them? Or that others won't respect them or recognize their talents? I may be imagining this, but it also seems like people with low self-esteem are usually lovely... and people with overly high self esteem are, well... not always so lovely.

I've decided that I'll consider myself a success as a mom if my children, when they're in their 20s (after all the horrible puberty stuff wears off), are happy and self-confident. I don't care if they dig ditches or find a cure for cancer, I just want them to be content with their lives and love who they are.

So the nugget that really really fascinates me is this: How can we, as parents, spouses, or friends help build others' self-esteem? I can tell my husband "I wish you saw yourself as I see you. You'd realize how wonderful you are." I can even tell him the specific ways in which he's wonderful. I can tell my son the same things. Ditto my daughter. 

But it can't be that simple. What allows someone to hold themselves in high regard, or even medium regard? Is it the way you're raised? (If so, I want to know the secrets.) Does it require years of therapy? If you're an adult with low self-esteem, can you improve it? 

Think on it... while I go do the work I should have been doing for the past 1.5 hours.