Monday, October 16, 2017

What Moms' Can Do to Stop the "Me, Too"

Like me, many others have probably seen the post for sexual abuse and harassment circulating on various social media sites.  Also like me, many women may have chose to repost it to raise awareness due to their own personal experiences with sexual abuse or harassment; but what does this really do?  Of course, raising awareness is key in helping understanding, and in this case, helping stop something that is too often over-looked in our society.  But, I am a doer.  I always have to ask myself when recirculating these things 'okay, but what will you do for the cause?' Because by tomorrow most will forget who reposted and it will get lost in a sea of algorithms and advertisements.  Thoughts for action came and went, and then I realized I, in and of myself, am one of the most power tools in reducing these acts; many of you reading this are, too. 

Being a mother, I am the first teacher my children will ever know; and in many ways the most important source for socially and morally acceptable behaviors. Myself, along with their dad, are the two figures who will make the biggest mark on their sponge-like brains as we shape them to become decent adults.  At least that is the ultimate goal, and I think for most parents out there it is.  As a mother specifically, there are things that I can put into place during my children's youth, specifically
Photo from 'Know Your Meme' retrieved from
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for my son, to do my part in creating a generation that can reduce the numbers of harassment and crimes of sexual nature.  These crimes have been around essentially since the dawn of humanity, and it would be completely off kilter for me to say that we can fully end crimes of this nature--but there are absolutely things we can do as parents to leave a mark in hopes of reduction in the generation we are raising.

I am a mother to a boy.  

One of the most important things in my overall parenting plan is to raise a son who has morals and values and treats all people the way he would want to be treated.  The 'boys will be boys' mentality just doesn't work for me.  At this stage in his life, I don't want him to think that just because he is a boy every single place we go is a playground.  As he enters adulthood later on I do not want him to feel that actions are excusable solely because he is a boy and 'that's what boys do.'  Frankly speaking, 'boys will be boys' just can't apply to groping, cat-calling, or rape.  No one, boy or girl, gets to call each other some of the horrible names I have heard women and girls called because they won't comply to a man or boy's wishes.  He will in time know that the "walk of shame" concept for girls, while boys are high-fived for a great performance is cruel and wrong.  Women are not animals.  Sex is not something that should be rewarded by peers or used as weapon for the girls who may no longer be interested. 

 Secondly, he needs to understand that no means no.  Right now we are really working on this in terms of number of doughnuts consumed in a week.  He just doesn't understand why mommy says no to Dunkin Donuts for breakfast on a daily basis.  Secretly, I really wish that was our life, but it is not. He must understand that when a person says no, that is 100% what that word means.  No means stop. No means 'I do not want this'. No means no.  This concept also relates to his play among his friends.  If he asks a child to stop doing something, I fully expect them to stop and vice versa.  I only ever want someone to say 'no' to him once before he stops the behavior--whether it is throwing a stick at someone (now) or asking a girl to dance (later).   

In these teaches of love and respect, I am not alone.  Children want to see love in others; such as their parents.  The way my husband speaks to and treats me is something that I can only pray our son will take through his life.  We are a team in that there are no "man and woman" tasks in our household; everyone helps each other with things.  His dad has no problem doing the dishes or laundry if needed and often does those tasks without being asked because he sees it needs done.  He also helps cook (I will just add he is a DAMN good cook, too!).  I also know how to do many things that society still looks at as a "manly" task; like fishing and hunting though I haven't been in a while.  These are things we can do together.  Most importantly is he hears daily how his dad speaks to me.  He hears words of affirmation, real conversations, laughter, 'I love you's', and compliments. He hears constructive criticism given in an appropriate way.  He does not hear name calling or inappropriate comments (I am not saying we don't make any, because we are basically the king and queen of inappropriate comments, however, children at his age cannot distinguish between a joke and truth and do not understand the content).  He sees acts of appropriate affection in front of him; hugs, nice kisses, hand holding, and help.  He sees consoling when I am feeling down.  He sees that his dad and I are a team that stands beside each other.

Even as a child, it is important he understands there are areas of both boys and girls that are never okay to touch.  Kids play and toddlers are inherently curious especially about their bodies (read Freud's work on anal retentiveness; not necessarily accurate other than toddlers are always touching their damn butt).  Right now, we discuss the places that are never to be touched by anyone while playing or not.  He understands that each person has their "no-no zone" (thanks, 7th grade P.E. for that term).  This is a basic foundation for later talks that thankfully we have some time yet to prepare for.

As life carries on there are more lessons we will have to teach our son as his maturity level increases.  I am thankful we do not have to cross that bridge yet, but realize that even at four teaching basic equality of all people is important.  How we treat each other is everything in this world.  Later on we will have to discuss the tougher topics.  One day, he will need to learn that just because he is a boy doesn't mean his ultimate goal is to have sex with as many women as possible.  He will need to learn to respect his body and others.  He will need to learn how everything "works" (tagging dad in on that one!).  My goal is to build up his self-esteem so much that those who try to pressure him into something cannot, and that he can be a voice to stand up and say no to anyone pressuring him to treat others wrongly or wanting him to do something that may hurt another person. 

I am a mother to a girl.

Ohhh sweet baby girl.  How  I wish you could stay so sweet and innocent forever.  How I wish you could never be hurt by this world.  But, I also know how tough things may be later on--like college campuses and high school.  I know what pressures you may feel, and I pray everyday that you will not experience what so many of us have.  I also know that is not the current societal norm. 

Isn't is sad I had to use "societal norm" when speaking about how girls are treated on college campuses and in high schools in today's world?  Why is this a norm? It sure as hell doesn't have to be.  This, too, can begin with me as a mom.  My daughter must know many of the things we are and will instill in our son; like "no-no zones" and when no means no (wish she'd learn that about climbing on the dining table like yesterday).  There are also so, so many things I want her to know to understand her value as a woman and realize her worth in that she won't be blind to a bad situation (like her mama was so long ago). 

There are things I want my daughter to know.  I want her to know that she doesn't have to find her friends and her worth in bed.  Thinking back to my college days, I can think of so many times when girls were pressured into sex because they felt that it was some sort of right of passage.  Whether this was by one boy, a group of boys, her friends, peers at a party, older students, or her good buddy Jose Cuervo, I can think of far too many friends and girls who felt that was the key to self-validation in college.  I can tell you, it's not.  I want her to know that if she does meet her good friend Jose Cuervo, he can be tamed.  Drinking does not by any means give a man the right to say or treat her any differently and she does not have to do anything with said person just because Jose was involved.  I want her to know that just because she is a girl, doesn't mean she can't defend herself either verbally or physically if needed in the event a bad situation arises.  I mean, I watched her slap a kid with her shoe at the park one day for teasing her so Lord have mercy if so...  I hope that she looks in the mirror and sees how beautifully and wonderfully made our God made her.  I hope she knows that the way she dresses does not give a man the right to touch or verbally harass her.  I hope she exudes so much self confidence no one can ever bring her down. 

I hope when the time comes for her and I to sit down and have these conversations, that she realizes it is from a place of love.  I hope that she will come to me with her questions and know that she can tell me anything and seek her mama as a source of advice always.  I hope she will use that sweet little self of hers to tell some jerk to you-know-what off when she needs to, but speak kindly otherwise.  I hope no one calls her "honey," "sweetheart," or anything else in a derogatory way.  I hope if (and when) someone calls her a dirty name, she lets it roll off her shoulder like rain. 

Ultimately, I as a mother, and on a bigger scale, we as parents have the power to do whatever we can to instill the ideas and morals in our children that can work towards reducing sexual abuse and harassment in our schools, colleges, and world.  Though these things will continue to happen, we can do our best to raise good little people, to become good big people, to use their morals and voices to continue to facilitate change in our world. For our daughters, our granddaughters, our sisters, our nieces, our friends, and ourselves. 

Friday, October 6, 2017

Year One: Done

Three hundred and sixty five.  I tried a search on Google to see how many things come up for the number "365."  It turns out, the results will bring you "days in a year" and "version of Microsoft Office."   I was really hoping for something just a little more profound than that, but apparently it really isn't as popular of a number as I had hoped.  It is, however, the number of days we have spent (and then some) as a family of four.  It is the number of days our sweet and sassy daughter has been breathing air on this beautiful Earth.

Granted, she is almost technically 16 months old, but in truth it was tougher than I thought it might be to reflect upon and write about her first year being over!  This little diva is our last baby for many reasons--but the fact that I referred to her as a little diva should really sum it up enough.  I didn't realize how many emotions would come reflecting on her first year in a way that was so different from reflecting on our son's first year.  Maybe it was the severe lack of sleep associated with him, or the fact that we knew we would have at least one more baby eventually; the emotions were much different.  The fact year one is done this time around also means we have experienced many last firsts in the past 16 months.  The truth is, a first year is filled with a LOT of stuff!  It is pretty amazing (and also gross, and confusing, and frustrating...) what things babies go through in their first year of life that they (and we) will likely not experience again; some I am frankly not so sad to kiss goodbye (like diaper blow outs).  while others are harder to put behind us (like her first smile and giggle).  Which is probably why it took me so long to come to terms with that enough to write about it!

There have been a lot of new life lessons learned from having a baby girl.  When I found out I was pregnant again (with surprise baby #2--her brother was surprise #1),  saying I was scared shitless is an understatement.  When we found out we were having a girl I was beyond ecstatic, but again scared.  What the heck do I do with a baby girl?  Everything will be different!  She made sure of that from day one by doing this cool thing called "well, guess I'll just be born almost four weeks early because I want to!" This has only continued through her first year of life in so many ways.  Being a girl mom was basically like having a first baby all over again.  Everything from how to change her diaper to ALL THE CLOTHES girls get were a new part of parenthood to me.  For example, buying baby girl clothes.  It is completely insane.  Not that our son's closet is by any means lacking, but when looking for girls' clothes online it goes something like this:

Searches for cute onesie. Finds cute onesie. Adds cute onesie to cart.  Website shows you leg warmers, bows, shoes, tutus, leggings, jackets, and jewelry that 'coordinate' with said cute onesie. Clearly, all of those things are needed. Suddenly your cart is totaling an amount that makes you question whether or not you should begin to sell excess organs and plasma in order to maintain a       cute wardrobe. Deletes entire cart. 

This is why I am a super, mega, huge fan of second hand boutiques--but that's a story for another day.

As much as I miss those little tiny baby cuddles and snuggles, I am having so much fun seeing her personality bloom.  Trust me, when I refer to her as a "diva" there is zero exaggeration.  She is SUCH a little diva!  But, she is also a happy, silly, determined, sweet, animal loving go getter.  If I am being completely honest, I actually enjoy this personality bloom much more than the newborn stage.  Don't get me wrong, babies are amazing, but I do not miss the lack of sleep or lugging an infant carrier around everywhere with me.  I did not realize how with a second child, I would actually look at her walking as a convenience instead of a nightmare. It is so nice that she can keep up with her brother and I don't have to pack her around everywhere.  Okay, so she still expects me to pack her around almost everywhere--that's what babywearing is for!  

An entire year has passed (and then some) since we became a family of four and I was no longer just a mom to a little boy but also to a baby girl.  What a change it has been and what a lesson in chaos!  Now, I cannot imagine life without our super surprise little girl keeping me on my toes with all of her energy, sass, and mischief.  As a number, 365 is so large but broken down into days it seems like it has been no time at all.  Happy belated 365, my sweet wild one.