tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25809686502806999922024-03-13T23:36:08.618-06:00The Two-Penny SoapboxSharing my two cents. A blog primarily about issues revolving around the work/family balance, but also prone to life anecdotes and adoption musings.Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-39937973240880762892020-08-23T21:24:00.000-06:002020-08-23T21:24:23.298-06:00The One Thing Society Cannot Function WithoutWe are living in an age where everyone seems to have an opinion and those opinions seem to be based on wildly different facts. What we have is a crisis of faith on what is considered a credible source of new information, especially information that may challenge our individual confirmation biases. <div><br></div><div>The real crisis, in the end, all comes down to a trust deficiency . TRUST. That is the single most important ingredient in a functioning society. We need trust for all kinds of different reasons: </div><div><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><b>We need to trust the environment: </b>Individuals need to be able to trust basic existence, trust that their food is safe, their water is safe and the land on which they live is safe. If an environment is untrustworthy it becomes much harder to extend trust in other areas</li><li><b>We need to trust laws: </b>Society only functions when laws are clear and applied as equally as possible with clear consequences. Any parent worth their salt could confirm this. Children with no clear consequences, or unequally meted out punishments, will inevitably buck the system. Adults are no different. People will take more negative risks in an distrustful society and will often get away with it. The prevailing thought being, if everyone's doing it, I better get mine first.</li><li><b>We need to trust sources of reliable information</b>. People need to agree on a set of credible information sources, whether experts, leaders, journalists, or organizations. People can disagree on policy, or on how to approach a certain problem but at the end of the day, ideally, they should be working from a single set of agreed upon facts. There is a vast difference between shading the facts to point to our own point of view and breaking those facts outright. To quote Stuart, a character from the popular t.v. show, <i>The Big Bang Theory</i>, "It's a little wrong to say to say a tomato is a vegetable, it's very wrong to say it's a suspension bridge."</li><li><b>We need to trust the ability for independent organizations to stay independent: </b>Society really only works if we believe that certain organizations are working for the good of all fellow countrymen. Organizations like the Supreme Court, Military, CDC, Homeland Security, Department of Justice and Law Enforcement cannot be seen to be political in any way. They need to be able to function the same way regardless of who is president. Loss of trust in these basic organizations can be catastrophic.</li><li><b>We need to trust politicians: </b>The push-back on this probably started before the statement was finished. Yes, politicians are considered categorically untrustworthy, and often self-motivated. At the end of the day, though, a healthy society needs to be able to trust the President when he says that something needs to be done for the good of the many. This is even more important if it means short term pain or even outright discomfort for others. Let's say a new bridge needs to be built that will greatly improve air quality by rerouting traffic, but two neighborhoods will be negatively impacted. That leader would need to hold enough trust to be able to "sell" that bridge to his constituents. No trust leads to people who are unwilling to make sacrifices lest they be the one's who are duped</li><li><b>We need to trust the process of government. </b>People who trust their government to listen to their grievances and address them have little need to protest. Protests and riots happen when people feel they are being disenfranchised. Right now across the country cities are being over run with protests and riots from all sides of the political spectrum because people do not feel their voices are being heard. </li><li><b>We need to trust each other: </b>This one is hard. People are inherently self-motivated. When presented with two options they will almost always pick the option that benefits them. We need enough trust between fellow countrymen so that they will at least consider that choices which benefit them might be actively harming someone else, and change course. It is impossible to remove all elements of predatory behavior, but when a majority, however small, trusts that their fellow man will take them into consideration, then they themselves will begin to do the same. It is the Golden Rule writ large. </li></ol><div><b>So, what the heck am I supposed to do about this? </b>It is possible you are feeling overwhelmed and aggrieved by everything you see in the world today. It is possible the things going on around you and your family make you feel frustrated and sad, and that in turn leads to anger. There is good news however. There <i>is</i> something you can do:</div></div><div><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><b>Check Yourself: </b>Check to see if the decisions you are making are harming others. Make a decision to make more trustworthy choices. As so often used, but ever relevant, "Be the change you want to see." Challenge yourself to try and stick to only what you know to be true. You will know what is true if you follow the next rule.</li><li><b>Check your Sources: </b>The more we vet our information resources, challenge our own confirmation biases, and make sure that at least 3 sources from across the political spectrum agree with what we are about to share with someone, we can help return everyone to a single set of trusted facts. The more we can trust the source information, the quicker we can stop arguing reality and start arguing actual policy differences. <b>Trust me*</b>, we will get things done much faster and cheaper that way. (*Did you see what I did there)</li><li><b>Surround yourself with trustworthy people: </b>The more you trust the people in your life to have your back, the more you will begin to trust strangers.</li><li><b>Hold Leaders Accountable: </b>Leaders are a reflection of our nation; they are the face we put out to the world. We empower these men and women to make decisions for us that impact our daily lives in ways that we need to trust are for our benefit. There should be steep penalties and mechanisms to enforce them for leaders who break the trust of the people. Not all countries are lucky enough to be able to change leadership, but in the countries that are, trust should be the single most important factor in determining fitness for office.</li></ol><div>Trust is the glue that allows people to function. Without it, people's world view shrinks to the circle around themselves and their immediate family. Things break down. Nothing works. No one knows who to believe. We need to work to build back trust across the spectrum. We need to do it. We need to do it worldwide. And we need to do it before it is too late.</div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The reality is, it doesn't matter how angry I am. The fact remains, as many before me have said, there are no good answers. There is only the least wrong answer. Regardless of the decision on where we end up schooling our children, parents desperately need 2 things right now.<br>
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1. <b>TO PLAN</b>: On one hand I felt bad for the kids in school districts who announced weeks ago that their fall semester was going to be online. It felt like giving up. On the other hand, I was jealous. At least they have an answer. At least they can make family plans.<br>
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Above everything, parents need to be able to plan. Sure we know in the back of our heads that the best laid plans are slated to go wrong at the worst possible moment. Working parents live with the uncertainty of that every day. It is inevitable that the morning of a huge presentation or non-negotiable meeting at work, a small child will come down the stairs and announce they just threw up and don't feel well.<br>
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But that is uncertainty we signed up for. We can deal with the minor daily inconsistencies of short-term interruptions as long as there is a larger plan. Constantly kicking the can down the road in the vain hopes that the numbers will get better, that more money will appear, that data will coalesce into a consensus is not helping. Childcare, tutors and other resources are scarce right now, and by putting off the decision we are forcing parents to compete at the last minute in a race for care solutions that will end up leaving some unemployed.<div><br>
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2. <b>SUPPORT: </b>This is an unprecedented time in history and we, as a collective society, need to decide if supporting the next generation is something we are invested in as a society or not. What I am talking about is money, resources, and solutions. Parents, working or not, need support for their families on every level.<br>
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The only solution that is going to work at this point is an all-in approach from every sector. Employers need to recognize the plight of working parents and support them by working with individual employees to reach an appropriate plan for both parties. Government agencies will need to deal with the economic fall-out of the unemployment rate and rising home insecurities. Schools, depending on their choice to go back or remote teach, need to provide parents with tools to address mental health and stress management issues. Healthcare needs to make covid (and influenza) testing and basic health care more accessible to all families so we can identify and mitigate outbreaks before they balloon.<br>
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Most importantly, and I cannot stress this enough, the fastest way to find long-term workable solutions for school aged children is to throw money at the problem. We have bailed out various industries that we have deemed "too big to fail" and considering <a href="https://www.brookings.edu/research/working-parents-are-key-to-covid-19-recovery/">32% of the workforce also happens to be parents of school aged children</a>, many who rely on the economic resource of public school, I would say that the public school system is definitely something that should be considered too big to fail. We need a full-scale economic bailout to bring school buildings up to date, expand services, hire more teachers, shrink classroom sizes, and add nurses and health care workers. <div><br></div><div><br></div></div>Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-6161250889936394312020-07-07T11:33:00.000-06:002020-07-07T11:36:36.150-06:00Valuing Families has never been more importantFor the last 3 years it felt frivolous to write about valuing families, supporting caregivers, or supporting childhood independence- not when it felt the very threads of the democratic republic we live in were, and are, fraying at the seams. It has felt so vitally important to engage on a base level, arguing against things like corruption, conflict of interest, and governing <em>for</em> the people that anything else felt like wasted breath. A drop of opinion in an ocean of partisan warfare. I took it all in and became overwhelmed. I allowed my voice to fall silent, to lose the mission and to fall out of love with the goal of changing hearts and minds on the topic of caregiver support.<br />
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This doesn't mean caregivers suddenly became less important. In fact, in the age of rising healthcare costs and the jury still out on issues like the Affordable Care Act, Medicare Expansions, and improved drug pricing, it seems even more critical. We need to encourage people to buoy up the individuals toiling without reward or recognition, often to the detriment of their careers in order to care for someone in their life whose needs exceed their abilities.<br />
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We most often think of caregivers in terms of young children and terminally ill adults, but there is a whole host of individuals who require extra care. Adding to the population of struggling caregivers is the epidemic of opioid addiction which is striking the very population we are set up to depend on as mid-level adult caregivers.<br />
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Calling for businesses to embrace caregivers has been a message that has felt lost- adrift on a stormy political sea, with no land in sight. Now, with the coronavirus pandemic upon us, this issue has suddenly been thrust into center stage. The question of how we provide caregiver support, safety and economic security has become a matter of immediate need at all levels.<br />
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Obsessively reading the news and wringing hands in worry is not going to stop the oncoming tide. This voice may still be lost in the din and clamor as we actively write history, but it no longer feels convalescent.<br />
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The voice of the Two-Penny Soapbox is still here, still fighting, and once again relevant. We may have other things we need to tackle first, but we absolutely need to remember that our caregivers aren't getting a break, so neither should we.<br />
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Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-79361714742014236942018-05-29T08:05:00.001-06:002018-05-29T08:05:42.934-06:00Incredibly true stories from the Perea Household: Tales from the run<div data-block="true" data-editor="5taq0" data-offset-key="8u4pa-0-0">
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<span data-offset-key="385jg-0-0"><span data-text="true">Piper: Oh no, my legs are itchy, I think I am allergic to something. Ahhhhh. [We stop at Walgreen's and buy chewable Benadryl. She takes one, and I tuck a 2nd in my sock in case it doesn't work. We check our stuff in to the mobile locker and head to the starting line.]</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="4sor2-0-0"><span data-text="true">Mom: [Hugging Dad and big sister] Ok, you two, good luck! Don't worry about me and Piper, we will just meet you in the same spot as last year at the end. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="4sor2-0-0"><span data-text="true">Piper: I am so excited!! This should be fun. I am also a little nervous.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="1bl2g-0-0"><span data-text="true">Piper: Hey!! We made it to the 1 mile marker. Cool. That wasn't so bad, only 5 more to go.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="37f3v-0-0"><span data-text="true">Mom: Uh...yeah, that's the 1K marker. We have to do 9 more of those. [Piper shakes off her incredulous stare and moves forward, thoroughly disgusted]</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="2h4od-0-0"><span data-text="true">Piper: Oh no. We have only gone one mile?! [starts to cry] I am just so itchy I can't stand it. It's driving me crazy.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="1u66e-0-0"><span data-text="true">Mom: Do you want to quit? Or should we take the 2nd Benadryl and see what happens.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="cbm43-0-0"><span data-text="true">Piper: Let's do the the Benadryl. I can do this. Dad says if I start the race, I have to finish. Let's go. [dries tears, takes pill, soldiers on]</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="echv2-0-0"><span data-text="true">Piper: Mom, my itchies are gone, but now my feet and knees hurt [starts crying again] I mean really, really hurt.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="5tngn-0-0"><span data-text="true">Mom: [sitting her down on the curb] Look there are some firemen over there, let's ask for a short cut to the stadium, maybe this wasn't a great plan.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="feh9l-0-0"><span data-text="true">Piper: NO! Dad says you can't quit once you start something, I just need a minute...I can do this.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="24vhk-0-0"><span data-text="true">Mom: Piper? Are you ok? Honey, oh...are you still crying? Babe, we do NOT have to do this. There is no shame in calling it if you are hurting yourself.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Piper: [louder crying and yanking on her dress- clearly her sensory issues have kicked in] Oh Mom, my dress it is driving me crazy. It feels funny. I forgot a change of clothes. I can't stand these socks and shoes anymore. Ahhhhhhhh. Can you walk with your hand right here in my neckline. It feels better away from my skin but my hands are getting tired from holding it out. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Mom: Yeah...sorry, but I am not going to walk down the street with my hand down your shirt. That just wouldn't look good and I am just not doing it. You are out of luck on that one darling. But we can quit anytime you want. Really. You don't have to prove anything to us. I am already proud of you. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Piper: NO!! I said I was finishing and I am finishing.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Piper: Thank you so much Mom. I am starting to feel better.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Mom: Oh my lord, I have got to put you down. My legs are starting to feel like jelly. [sudden loss of 85 pounds causes excessive flailing around, much like the scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz as the muscles adjust to loss of pressure.]</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Piper: Mom!! Are you ok!?!</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Mom: Yep, just let me get my legs under me.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Mom: Ok, we can both go, but quickly, those orange shirts aren't that far behind us....[waiting outside]...Piper? Honey? You have got to hurry up, the orange pacer people are....Oh no, there they are! Piper, they are here, we have got to hurry!</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Piper: [bursting out of the bathroom, dress hitched up, yanking up her shorts with a fierce look of determination] We can DO this!!!! Come on mom, I feel better. Let's run! [takes off]</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Mom: [standing there in shock] Um. What? [after running about 100 feet] Wait! Piper! Slow down! Mommy's asthma can't take this *gasp* *gasp*</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Sideline security: OK RUNNERS YOU HAVE 10 MINUTES TO FINISH! ONE K TO GO PEOPLE LET'S HUSTLE IF YOU WANT TO MAKE IT TO THE STADIUM</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Mom: Oh lord! Ok Piper, let's run. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">[Run/walk/run/walk/run/walk]</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Sideline security: RUNNERS YOU HAVE 2 MINUTES. LET'S PICK UP THE PACE!</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Mom: Piper *gasp* Look. Those are the world class runners. *gasp* They will be where we are in about 20 minutes.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Piper: WOW! That is crazy fast. I guess we better hurry.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true"><strong>Mile 6</strong></span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Piper: Mom!! It's the finish line! We made it.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Mom: *gasp* Oh *gasp* no. *gasp* That's the *gasp* last mile *gasp* marker. The race *gasp* is 6.2 miles. </span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Piper: Where's the finish line then?</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Mom: In the *gasp* stadium.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Piper: WHAT!? I can't make it that far.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Mom: Well, *deep breath* we don't have to run *deep breath* anymore. We are past the kick off point *deep breath* We made it to the stadium.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">[Two figures slowly drag themselves over the finish line, smiling watery smiles "for the cameras" not unlike figures from a movie with slow moving zombies.]</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true"><strong>The Finish</strong></span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Shane: Hey! There you guys are. We have been here for about an hour....[smile fading] um, how did it go?</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Mom: *blank stare accompanied by heavy breathing*</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Piper: I did it Dad!! I did it!! I actually finished the race. I didn't think I was going to make it, but I did!! I am so proud of myself! Can you believe it?</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Shane: That is so amazing. I am so proud of you, honey. Hey, is Mommy ok?</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Piper: Yeah, she is just tired because she had to carry me and then she had to run a lot.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Shane: [arches one eyebrow] Do you want to talk about it Mom?</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Mom: [Tears welling up, shakes head] I'll save it for Incredibly True Stories.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true"><strong>Epilogue- The Car Ride Home</strong></span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Piper: You know, I always wondered what the Bolder Boulder was like. I am really glad I did it, but I think I'll probably skip it next year. It seems like way too much work.</span></span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6d9ao-0-0"><span data-text="true">Mom: Sounds good. Zzzzzz.......</span></span></div>
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Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-3708607700499813822016-06-25T22:44:00.000-06:002016-06-25T22:48:29.961-06:00Jokes with Talia<div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="text_exposed_show">Talia: What did one dog say to another? <br /> Me: I had a "rrruff" day? *laughs hysterically*<br /> Talia: No Mom. *sighs* it says "I can lick you at anytime."<br /> Me: Nope. Mine is funnier.</span></span></div>
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Then Talia got a new joke book. Her first joke: Why did the elephant paint his toes red?<br /> Mom: To scare the mouse<br /> Dad: To look pretty<br /> Talia: No. So he could hide in the cherry tree<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Dad: That makes no sense</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">*Same night. Piper convinces Talia to let her tell some jokes from her book*<br /> Piper: Why was the porcupine wearing red boots?<br /> Dad: So he could hide in the cherry tree<br /> Talia: (hollers from the other room) AAAAHHH! DA-AD!<br /> Piper: No, because his brown ones were being repaired.<br /> Dad: Interesting.<br /> Piper: Why was the goldfish red?<br /> Dad and Mom together: SO HE COULD HIDE IN THE CHERRY TREE!!!<br /> T: (stomping in utterly disgusted) Come on Piper, they aren't allowed to have anymore jokes tonight. Let's go to bed.<br /> (p.s the answer is the goldfish rusted)</span><br />
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Talia: Why did the elephant paint himself different colors?<br /> Dad: Ooh, I know this one! To hide in the cherry tree!<br /> Talia: (deadpan stare) Seriously Dad? I said <i>different</i> colors.<br /> Dad: Maybe there are blue cherries.<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Mom: Or green and yellow cherries....<br />Talia:You guys have failed me. The answer <i>was</i>, to hide in the crayon box.<br /> Mom: (stifling hysterical laughter) Oh. I see. Yes. That is different.</span><br />
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Talia: What do polar bears eat for dessert...you know what? Never mind. I think we should move on. I don't really think Mom will like this one. <br /> Me: Wait why? What's the answer? <br /> Talia: An Eskimo pie.<br />
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Talia: What do you get when you cross a mouse and a ghost?<br /> Me: I don't know. What?<br /> Talia : A cari-boo<br /> Me: What?!? Let me see that book. Talia, It's not a <i>mouse</i>. It is what do you get when you cross a MOOSE and a ghost?<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Talia: Oh....moving on....</span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show">Talia.: What happened after the mare broke her leg?<br /> Me: She couldn't run for office .<br /> Talia: That makes no sense. <br /> Me: What do you mean? It makes perfect sense. <span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Talia: No. The answer is, she was in stable condition. Get it? *laughs* Stable?<br /> Me: ???? Oh.... Does the book say m.a.r.e or m.a.y.o r?<br /> Talia : m.a.r.e. you know, like a girl horse?<br /> Me: Ok, that does make more sense. I thought you said mayor. But make sure to write mine down because I am hilarious. <br /> Talia : *rolls eyes and walks off*</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">About the Cincinnati Zoo incident. [Or Insert latest media story involving a child]</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">I understand. I understand you are angry that a gorilla had to be shot. That is sad.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">I understand that you believe in your heart of hearts that the child must have been unsupervised in order to land himself in that situation. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">I am here to tell you something you may not have realized before. You are not in control of your thoughts. The fact is you are reflexively parroting our American belief system that if a child is hurt, in danger, or killed for any reason….</span><i><span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">any</span></i><span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;"> reason, then this must be, by definition, someone’s…</span><i><span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">anyone’s</span></i><span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;"> fault. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">You may not realize it but somewhere along the line most of us (yes, even me!) have fallen into the crusade for a zero percent mortality rate. This is the belief that if we all just follow the rules, or make enough rules, or supervise our children enough, than it is possible to reach a perfect 0% rate of mortality for children. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">Is it tragic when a child is hurt or killed? Yes! Absolutely! </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">Is it automatically criminal, or someone’s fault? NO!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">And yet we feel a desperate need to spin every child death, every child accident and every child endangerment into some sort of preventable tragedy. We have a need to do this because it makes us feel like we are in control. Americans have a long-term, shared belief system that if we just work hard enough we can become rich and “make it” in the world. This belief in the control over our own circumstances spills over into every facet of our lives. If we just legislate safety enough, maintain enough supervision or protect our children from enough things- then we will never have to face the possibility of losing one. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">News Flash: This. Is. A. Lie.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">It is a horrible, unpleasant thing to think about, but children die. Children disappear from even the most watchful parent and get themselves into mischief every day. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">We often wrongly assume that children are passive players in this scenario. Many of those children are actively watching for that one second, the one tiny opportunity to slip away and explore somewhere or do something forbidden. The tighter we crack down, the more those children are going to be watching us- waiting to exploit that one distracted moment.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">Just like an oppressive regime that eventually loses control of its people, so are the children of helicopter parents. They are waiting, ever watchful of that single moment in time when Mom has to tend to another child’s needs, or is distracted by the phone or another adult. And in that moment, they <i>will</i> slip away.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">But, that isn’t how we treat these parents afterwards. Oh no. God forbid your child be injured or taken from you by death. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">Understand this. The mere fact of child loss is all that is required. Just as my friend who lost her 2 year old in a parking lot- standing exactly where he was asked to stand. The minute the news reported the mere fact that it happened was the very same minute that the condemnation started flooding in. Assumption that he had run into the street. Assumption that he hadn’t been holding hands. Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions. All of it proceeding the worst and most horrific condemnation. My friend’s family, facing the worst grief imaginable, began having to defend themselves daily against a world that felt compelled to shout that it was all their fault. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">The nightmare is more than anyone can imagine.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">So to all the individuals out there making “funny” memes about this family’s near tragedy, or any other child tragedy for that matter, understand this: the only thing separating you from this kind of judgement is coincidence. Safety is an illusion. Childhood is risk. Good parenting is no inoculation to tragedy. Sometimes accidents are just that. Accidents.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">And to anyone who might disagree with me, I challenge to you find me ONE- just one article about a child who has died from something other than illness like cancer or the flu where the parents haven’t been questioned, charged or justice demanded in the court of opinion. Find me one where a lawsuit or non-profit hasn’t sprung up to re-write laws to prevent this tragedy from ever happening again, “if it saves a single life, it will be worth it.” </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">You can’t. Because we</span><i><span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;"> need</span></i><span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;"> someone to blame. We </span><i><span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">need</span></i><span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;"> to spin that tragedy into a preventable one. Because if we don’t, we all have to face the truly terrifying fact that no one is immune. No one is safe.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri"; font-size: small;">Instead I challenge us all to read a story about an accident involving a child and either hold our tongue or simply post, "I am so sorry this happened." Because how we treat struggling, grieving families is how we will in turn be treated if, God forbid, tragedy ever strikes us.<br /><br /> Sincerely,</span></div>
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Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-80454184196660946702016-06-08T07:40:00.000-06:002016-06-09T05:52:02.130-06:00Awkward Pediatrican Visits: Mr. Evil-ThoughtsToday we had yet another epically awkward pediatrician appointment.<br />
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Let me begin by saying that our pediatrician is amazing. For over a decade she has been an honorary member of our family in the sense that she accepts our special brand of crazy and has yet to call Child Protective Services on us....a joke we frequently use with her, and that she still laughs at...Thank God.<br />
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I had made yesterday's appointment, the last one of the day, so that we could consult on where my sweet middle child, Piper, is in her journey with her various issues, and what our next step is. <br />
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Piper is my quintessential "middle child" that struggles with ADD and SPD and probably GAD and OCD...or in other words, she has major issues with the alphabet.<br />
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I made the appointment to determine what exactly our next step is in the process to help her. We just finished brain integration therapy and some weighted and sensory therapies, but the meltdowns haven't seemed to diminish, so, I have declared this summer my quest to find something, <i>anything</i>, that can help her essentially stay out of her own way.<br />
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The appointment lasted and hour and we now have some new steps with where to go, but there is nothing quite like going in to the doctor to discuss your child's a-typical behavior than having your eight year old crawl under the chairs and refuse to come out, and it sort of went downhill from there.<br />
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Me (pointing under the chairs): Like this. Is this normal?<br />
Dr.: Typical<br />
Me: It's Typical?<br />
Dr.: No, we prefer the term typical.<br />
Me: Oh, sorry. Is this <i>typical?</i><br />
Dr.: No, not really. So, Piper, whose your friend?<br />
Piper: (holding up rubber, squeaky dog toy from under the chair) This is my friend.<br />
Dr.: Does he have a name?<br />
Me: Uh...yes. She just named him Octi today.<br />
Piper: Yes, that's true. But his other name is Mr. Evil Thoughts. See *squeak squeak* I have had him for a long time. <br />
Me: Yeeaaahhh. So, it isn't really like it sounds. That's just his name. He doesn't actually have evil thoughts or anything. I mean, she just named him that because it sounded more dramatic.<br />
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Dr: So, I am thinking we should start with some counseling first, <i>before</i> we check her for learning disabilities. Just to rule a few things out.<br />
Me: *sigh*<br />
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Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-52884128166678049112016-05-22T07:39:00.000-06:002016-05-22T18:40:19.008-06:00Fitting in at 40Everyone remembers that first time walking into class, or into the gym or onto the field and having to navigate being the newbie. It is even harder when it is somewhere with a pre-established order. For some, these challenges are met with a bravado and/or gusto, for others it is met with terror and uncertainty.<br />
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But what if you're 40? (For the record, I am not quite 40 yet...but I am close enough that I am pretty sure it counts. Also, "Fitting in at 39" just doesn't seem to have the same ring to it.) Supposedly these things somehow miraculously get easier as you get older........right? Shouldn't there be some magic spell cast over you the minute you push that tiny infant from your body that immediately imbues you with some power to navigate social situations with grace and aplomb?<br />
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Unfortunately for all of us, such a spell doesn't exist. This is most unfortunate for the poor individuals who have to come across me on high anxiety days. The depressing truth is that all that crap in school that we promise our kids, "gets better after high school" is quite frankly a BIG. FAT. LIE.<br />
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Sure, there may be a period of time during college where this may actually be true for some. This is the time period when you are an adult, responsible only for yourself and beholden to none. This is the only time in your life where you have the freedom to walk away from people you would not care to associate with. If someone annoys you, or proves to be a bad friend, you move on. <br />
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News Flash: This doesn't work after parenthood.<br />
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Single people might read this and scoff, but I guarantee every parent out there will read this and nod with understanding and resignation. The freedom of early adulthood can be extended into parenthood with the first child, up until a certain point.<br />
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When my first child was born, I worked two and a half days a week. The rest of the week I was at home while my husband worked 10 hour days and went to school at night. Desperate for adult company I joined Mom's groups like Stroller Strides, Mountain Mamas and MOPS. I gravitated towards Moms that I genuinely liked and got along with. <br />
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These Moms and I made playdates and park dates and coffee dates. We did this because when kids are little it doesn't really matter what the age differences or personality differences are. Babies and toddlers parallel play and preschoolers can play with just about anyone. But, as the kids grew older, it became harder and harder to get together.<br />
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The kids started to reach school age and suddenly I was getting pushback. My kids didn't want to go hang out with certain friends of mine anymore because their kids were either drastically different in age or personality. They had an increasingly harder time finding a way for everyone to play together. <i>My</i> playdates weren't fun for them anymore. They would ask me if I could just make plans with my friends without dragging them along. I doubt the pushback was one sided. Additionally, with the onset of extracurricular schedules it became increasingly difficult to make plans with the friends I really wanted to spend my time with.<br />
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The flip side of that is that my kids were making their own friends at school, dance, soccer, church, Vacation Bible School and so on. Sometimes my girls would absolutely "click" and would adore a new friend. Then I would have to initiate small talk and exchange information. Sometimes I would call and leave a message about making a playdate......and get crickets. Later, I would sidle up to the Mom of the girl my daughter was begging to have over, but whose mom hadn't called back, and I would try to strike up an conversation. Instantly I would feel like I was back on that first day in a new school. I would have to go home and tell a tear-stained face, that I just didn't think a playdate with little Emmaleigh was going to happen. Then I would lie and say it was because they were too busy. And my heart broke a little. My daughter was in tears because I couldn't be likable enough.<br />
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People who know me on a superficial level typically either think I am outgoing, take-charge, and confident <i>or</i> irritating, over-talkative and scatter brained. People who know me really well would probably not use any of those words to describe me. The truth is I subscribe to the fake-it-till-you-make it school of thought. Many times I fake it fairly convincingly, putting me in the first camp...that is, until I don't. When the chinks in my armor start to show through, that is when I start fall into the second camp. In addition to being a full-on introvert, I often suffer from frequent social anxiety attacks. When I start to feel it coming on, I kick into my "won't shut up mode." It is like a darkly comedic out-of-body experience as I float about my body and scream at myself, "Seriously, why are you still talking? Shut up already. Can you not see that woman is annoyed with you!?! OMG! Are you really telling that story NOW, you just met this woman! Great. She just looked at her phone, take the hint moron.... There has got be something around here I can knock you out with..... AAAAAAHHHHH."<br />
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The result is that I have a tendency to be less likeable when I am nervous. This only serves to ratchet up the pressure on first meetings when your socially challenged daughter tells you that she HAS to have a playdate with the best little girl EVER or she is going die A MILLION ZILLION TIMES. Suddenly I am forced to find a way to fit in, not because I want to, but because I am convinced that my daughter's happiness (and not being a social pariah) are at stake. Also, so I don't hear crickets on the other end of the phone.<br />
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In the old days, before our unrealistic<a href="http://thetwopennysoapbox.blogspot.com/2015/03/taking-page-from-homebirth-movement.html" target="_blank"> obsession with zero percent mortality</a> and <a href="http://thetwopennysoapbox.blogspot.com/2015/01/parental-pinch-gets-tighter.html" target="_blank">constant child supervision</a>, our parent would just turn us out to play with whomever we found in the neighborhood. Or they would drop us off at a friend's house after they talked to their Mom for about 5 minutes on the phone, just to make sure she would be home and wasn't psychotic. <a href="http://thetwopennysoapbox.blogspot.com/2015/04/moms-lets-ditch-defensiveness.html" target="_blank">Risk was just part of childhood.</a> To be honest, I am not even sure about the psychotic part, it is just something I would like to think my Mother cared about. Mostly she just needed to know that an adult would be present.<br />
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Now when I offer to host another child I get asked things like; who will be there, do I have a gun in the house, am I planning on feeding their precious hot-house orchid anything that isn't organic, no-sugar, health food and what exact schedule was I planning on following? (Yes, I actually got asked that once- "uh, I thought I would just let them be creative and come up with something?" Note: This child was not allowed to come to my house. My choice. Too much pressure.)<br />
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These days we practically have to background check each other before allowing our children an unsupervised (by us) social interaction. Often the Moms choose to be present, thus forcing social interaction between them. This brings me back to my point; fitting in at 40. How do I navigate a world that has suddenly become dependent on me making friends with the entire families of my children's friends? And does this mean that I have to sacrifice MY friends in the process? Do I sacrifice the people I would choose to spend more time with if I could just find some child-free time? <br />
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How can I fit in now at 40, when I was terrible at fitting in as a child? As an adopted only-child with parents a full decade older than most of my friend's parents (1950s vs the dramatic change in social mores that was the 1960s), I was an awkward, socially incompetent and strange child on the best of days. Things aren't that much easier now. So, if you thought you were going to get to the bottom of this page and get some answers, I am afraid I am going to have to disappoint you. I don't have the secret ingredient to fitting in with the local Soccer Moms or the PTA. <br />
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Instead, I would like to point out that, if what I suspect is true, we are all struggling with this new phenomenon. I suspect that every Mom in the dance studio waiting room is secretly wondering how she is coming across to the other Moms and she worries if she has presented herself in a positive enough way that little Sally's mom would possibly consent to letting her come over for a tea party playdate next Saturday. <br />
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Let's find a way to give each other a little grace when it comes to interacting. Some people put their best face forward in other arenas besides the stilted small-talk during drop-off and pick up at school or on the sidelines of a sporting event in between plays.<br />
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And just because you wouldn't hit up Starbucks with your child's best friend's Mom, doesn't mean that their child isn't a worthwhile addition to your child's life. You don't have to be best friends with them, you just have return a phone call.<br />
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Let your child have their friends, and get back to having your own. I know that is what I want to do. I want us all to let go of the control, just a little. I think we would all be so much happier for it.<br />
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Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-21463567136306378672016-04-08T22:42:00.000-06:002016-06-08T09:50:14.308-06:00Screen Time- 1:Outdoors- 0 (a.k.a. "I Just Want To Make Dinner")So, this conversation happened yesterday evening:<br />
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<b>Piper</b>: Mom, can I please, please go ride my bike outside, I really want to practice getting better on it. I will just ride it up and down the street.<br />
<b>Me</b>: Oh honey, I am not sure, I am leaving to pick up your sister from soccer practice in 10 minutes. Why don't you wait until Daddy gets home and see what he has going on.<br />
<b>Piper</b>: But, Mom....I really want to go ride my bike. I will be fine, just let me go out by myself. <br />
<b>Me</b>: I said no. Please wait. Your Dad will be home any minute.<br />
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<b>Piper</b>: Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! I am so glad your home. I really want to go out front and ride my bike. Please, please, please.<br />
<b>Dad</b>: Oh honey, I would love to, but I have to get this email sent and dinner made, and then we need to get dishes and laundry done since we aren't going to have time tomorrow between work, homework and piano lessons.<br />
<b>Piper</b>: But, I can just go outside and ride. I will be fine. You don't have to sit and watch me.<br />
<b>Dad</b>: But, I do. Back when your Mom and I were little we could go ride our bikes all over the neighborhood, but now if I let you go by yourself someone might call the cops. Kids just aren't allowed to be unsupervised outside anymore and I really don't have time to just sit out there and watch you right now. Are any of the other kids on the street outside?<br />
<b>Piper</b>: [totally dejected] No. They hardly ever come out to play.<br />
<b>Dad</b>: Well, probably for the same reason. Kids just aren't allowed outside anymore honey, I am so sorry. I'll tell you what, I will let you have some extra video game time to make it up to you.<br />
<b>Piper</b>: Awesome! That works. Thanks Dad! <br />
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<b>Me</b>: So, you totally just heard what happened there, right?<br />
<b>Dad</b>: Oh yeah. I heard it. I just told my 7 year old daughter I would prefer her to play video games inside instead of going outside for fresh air and exercise. But, was I wrong?<br />
<b>Me</b>: No. The last thing we need is CPS showing up on our doorstep because some "good Samaritan" assumes we must be negligent parents because we let our kids out of our sight. It just makes me so angry. I hate that just actually came out of our mouths.<br />
<b>Dad</b>: Well, maybe you should blog about it.<br />
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We are failing our children. I have been talking about this for years; <a href="http://thetwopennysoapbox.blogspot.com/2015/06/how-america-is-shooting-itself-in-foot.html" target="_blank">the frustration with our supervision obsession</a>, <a href="http://thetwopennysoapbox.blogspot.com/2015/03/taking-page-from-homebirth-movement.html" target="_blank">our laser-focus on obtaining a zero percent mortality rate</a>, our deep-seated need to control every single aspect of our children's lives so that their feelings are never hurt, they never experience unfairness, anger, difficulty etc. <a href="http://thetwopennysoapbox.blogspot.com/2015/04/moms-lets-ditch-defensiveness.html" target="_blank">We are teaching our children to avoid risk</a> and then lament the fact that America isn't really innovating anymore. We are building hot-house orchids in our country, not resilient risk-takers that are ready to tackle the future. This needs to end. <br />
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I hate myself for having the above conversation with my daughter. I hate that this is only one of the many times I have made that same video game compromise so the kids wouldn't be tempted to sneak outside while I made dinner. SNEAK outside. That statement is ridiculous. I hate that busy, time-crunched parents everywhere are choosing to lock their kids indoors in a misguided effort to protect them, but based on recent criminalization of childhood independence, I can hardly blame them. I too fear the "well-meaning reporter."<br />
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I wish my kids knew the joy of running around the neighborhood with the other kids like we did. During the school year we raced home to finish homework so that we could turn ourselves loose in the neighborhood. We didn't come home until the street lamps turned on. When I was a kid we played Ghost in the Graveyard all summer long in the dark until someone's Mom came to kick us all back home. When we were kids we trusted our neighbors and that they would watch out for us and even *gasp* correct us when we were wrong. <br />
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These days correcting another child is tantamount to a declaration of war. God forbid another adult approach little Maximillian on the playground and tell him that in fact, throwing gravel in other kids faces is generally considered uncool and it would be much appreciated if he would knock it the hell off. Doing that is almost guaranteed to bring a raging mother down on your unsuspecting head shouting about how people should mind their own business and she will parent her child however she sees fit without ignorant people interfering in her business (Um, I am pretty sure the rock in my child's eye <i>is</i> my business, but whatever).<br />
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And here is the thing. I know there is another way. When I was living in the UK, one of the things I took notice of was that young children were almost never poorly behaved in public. Part of that was the fact that the Brits appeared to subscribe to the belief that children are not in fact welcome anywhere that adults are. People with children definitely took them out in public significantly less than Americans do. But, more importantly, correcting children was considered a community responsibility. Shopkeepers and neighbors would think nothing of shouting at an unruly teen or a misbehaved child. Here, we would see that as rudeness, but they see it as their responsibility. Molding the character of future generations is everyone's responsibility. <br />
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It might not be a bad thing to go back to the days when the elderly neighbor would come out and yell at you for trampling her flowers or the store owner would ask a child to please stop screaming in his store. It shows the child that they are beholden to a whole community, not just their parents. Children need to learn that there are more authority figures they need to respect, not just family members. When someone corrects my child and I agree with them, I thank them. When they correct my child and I disagree with them, I stay silent and then I discuss it with my child later. I explain, in an age-appropriate way, why I imagine that person felt the way they did, and why I disagreed with them.<br />
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As a preschool teacher, I have seen children who clearly are taught that the only person's opinion they need to value is their parents'. These children are extremely challenging in the classroom because they have little to no respect for other adults. This is challenging at 3 <i></i>or 4, but down right dangerous at 13 or 14. We need to embrace community responsibility for our kids, even when we don't always agree with it. We need to teach them to respect adults and other authority figures in their lives.<br />
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We need to start trusting our kids and their surrounding more and teach them to take risks. We can't just sit them in front of the television until they are 18 and then expect them to suddenly have the life skills to become successful adults. A parent who lets their child play unsupervised in the front yard while dinner is made should be celebrated, not denigrated. We need to stop prosecuting parents for letting their kids out of their sight even when....<i>no....especially </i>when they get hurt. When he was younger, The Husband broke his arm halfway into the two mile ride to school. At 13 he walked an entire mile home to get help. If that happened today, even to a 13 year old...the parents would be immediately forced to explain where they were and why they weren't supervising him.<br />
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I really want to let my child play outside, but I don't have the time to sit out there and micromanage and supervise every second of her outdoor experience. I don't want to repeat the above conversation with my child. But, unless things change, I know I will - and I hate it.<br />
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<br />Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-21318961707923570622015-09-15T06:50:00.000-06:002015-09-15T06:50:28.556-06:00Checking InDear treasured readers,<br />
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Hello!!<br />
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Are you wondering if I have dropped off of the face of the planet yet? (God I hope so, because it means you are still checking back here from time to time.)<br />
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The truth is, I have been missing you all as well. I have been missing the opportunity to sit down and craft a piece to share, a wrong that needs to be righted, a thought that needs to be shared. The truth is, I have no idea most weeks when or if that time is going to be given to me and it is mostly because I am so physically exhausted all the time.<br />
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You see, the most amazing thing happened to me about six weeks ago. There I was, end of the summer, trucking along and looking forward to fall. I was busy planning all the writing I was going to do once school started since Starman was going to be headed off to preschool and I was finally going to have some time to be at home by myself. The goal was to make enough money each month with my writing to cover the cost of his school - a goal that was totally doable considering my springtime pace. God, per usual, had other plans for me. <br />
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Six weeks ago the phone rang, and since we were on vacation with the family I let it go to voicemail. Later that day I picked up what turned out to be a message from a local Christian preschool. The director had found my resume from last year in a desk and wanted to know if I was still interested in a job? I called her the next day as soon as we hit home. Not one to turn down potential opportunity, I agree to interview the very next day.<br />
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The following day I went in and met with the director, who I took to immediately. She made me an offer I could not refuse. And thus I officially became the new PE teacher at a local Christian preschool. Every single day I have to wake up and pinch myself to make sure I am really awake, that this perfect job really did just fall into my lap. <br />
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I basically am spending every morning (you know, that same time I had set aside for writing) running around a gym and playing with preschoolers. And you know what, I am actually getting paid. This is a real job. Check out how much fun I get to have every day:<br />
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The only thing is, after four straight hours of running and jumping and dancing and balancing and stretching and catching and throwing and hopping and skipping.... all I want to do is have a nice cup of tea and pass out. After freelance writing for the last year, I am not exactly in the best physical shape of my life....or at least I wasn't before starting my new job. Now...well, let's just say after a year on the job, I am probably going to be <em><u>fierce</u></em>! Since starting, I have lost 7 lbs and can now full out run almost 2 miles on the treadmill. I am getting stronger, faster and sleeker and I am loving how good I feel.</div>
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The only downside to my new endeavor, is that I have been so tired every night, that writing has been the furthest thing from my mind. I have so many articles, so many things that I feel I <em>need</em> to be writing about, and they are just rattling around unwritten in my head. I do not want my readers to think that I have completely abandoned you, I haven't. And, the good thing is, that as my stamina increases, I find that I have more time to get more housework stuff done at night vs. before where I was skipping dinner and passing out on the couch at 8pm. </div>
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Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-18327857067977029172015-08-30T22:32:00.005-06:002015-08-30T22:32:43.502-06:00Women's Equality Day; Is your voice being heard?Last Wednesday was National Women's Equality Day. This year (2015) marked the 95th anniversary of the day that (white) women were granted the right to vote. It was a huge victory towards gender equality, but ultimately not the panacea that it was hoped to be. <br />
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When women gained the right to vote there was the hope that by giving them a political voice it would spell an end to social and economic inequality, something that clearly still resonates today. While the amount women earn to men is frequently argued upon: $.60, .77, .83 or .91 to the dollar, what is not argued upon is that women make less than men in almost every profession. In almost 100 years since gaining the vote we are still struggling to catch up.<br />
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We know this as fact, so what we need to look at is why? Why after nearly a century of political freedom to affect policy are we still struggling to balance the scales? The answer, as in all things that are political, is complex and interconnected, but ultimately falls under the broader umbrella of gender stereotypes. <br />
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The first and foremost issue, as I see it, is that we lack the representation we need in government agencies. Sure, we may have women in the legislature, but there are relatively few younger women. How can we expect to pass legislation benefitting families and caregivers that are situated in our current economic and social reality if we are still being guided by the previous generation of families? The key is that we need younger people of both genders, but most specifically women to have a voice at the decision making table. Our generation's reality when it comes to children, elder care, and basic life balance is markedly different from even 10 years ago.<br />
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We need to buck the idea that women <em>belong</em> in the home when their children are young, that women have "seasons of life" or that family politics automatically equates to "women's politics." Family politics affects families. Men have health care crises, become caregivers for aging or ill family members, and experience need for end-of-life care too. Women are not the only ones affected. We need to put the idea to bed that the term "family" somehow fails to include men. These issues affect everyone, across the board. Families are in a much more precarious position these days and we all need to sit up and take notice.<br />
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Over the last three decades <a href="http://www.epi.org/publication/bp213/" target="_blank">family income volatility has increased substantially</a>. The economic vulnerability of families has intensified so that people born in the 1940s and 50s have a substantially different understanding of how raising children and caring for elders fits into the larger socioeconomic scheme than families of the 60s and 70s. The women born to these decades are proportionately higher in the legislative branches than women born in the late 70s and on. Because of this, the people who are currently at the decision making levels are the least likely to truly understand the challenges facing younger families today. <br />
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There is virtually no way around it: the economic reality for families from only 10 years ago is vastly different than the realities facing us today. Parents of younger children are from the new generation of families that are bringing children into the world at later and later ages. Say a woman has a child at 35 ,whose own mother was most likely already childbearing at a later age than the previous generation. Imagine her mother birthed her at 25. That would mean that at the age of the first grandchild, the grandmother would be 60 years of age. Assuming there are more children in the family the grandmother could be 65 or 70 by the time the last grandchild is born. If the family is truly blessed, that last grandchild would be 20-30 before they have to face the possibility of elder care stress. What is more likely however, is that the child may still be in high school; a bit harder, but still manageable.<br />
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Now, imagine that this trend continues. The same scenario for the next generation would be a 35 year old woman birthing a first child today that, in turn, doesn't have their own first child until 40. (<a href="http://www.cdc.gov/nchs/data/databriefs/db152.htm" target="_blank">The average maternal age in the US is currently 26, but the maternal rates for 35 years and older has been increasing steadily since 1970. It is now over double what it used to be for 40-44 years of age and NINE TIMES what it was for 35-39</a>.) That would mean that our generation would be looking at becoming grandparents for the first time at 75 years old. <br />
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The <a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=ZLa9-iW0nvgC&pg=PT19&lpg=PT19&dq=average+age+requiring+help+with+care&source=bl&ots=L9-yARINf9&sig=P8rk5x0QPlhcrmV6jVwZjUu5m_Q&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0CEcQ6AEwBmoVChMI9Mi1u4fNxwIVx5WICh1pVA5x#v=onepage&q=average%20age%20requiring%20help%20with%20care&f=false" target="_blank">average age of care recipients in the US is 75 years of age.</a> That means that just as new families are getting started, either during the intensive newborn years, or shortly there after, they are going to be looking at not only having to juggle children and income production, but <em>elder care</em>, children and income production.<br />
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There is absolutely no way our current system is going to be able to sustain an <em>entire population</em> of people with three competing responsibilities. That is not to mention that grandparents, in the past, have typically provided much needed support, advice and help during the transition to family life and the loss of that support is an added stress on new parents. There also is the loss of the grandparent relationship when the grandparent's generation is too far removed, which can have an overall affect on the next generation as well.<br />
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Obviously these are generalizations. There are going to continue to be people have children at younger ages, people whose relationships with their parents are too strained to gain benefit, or whose parents live long, and vibrantly healthy lives and can engage actively well into their 90s. But, when the statistics suggest that more and more women are delaying childbirth, to the point that some businesses are offering <a href="http://thetwopennysoapbox.blogspot.com/2015/04/taking-steps-toward-brave-new-world.html" target="_blank">egg freezing and fertility counseling as part of their benefits packages</a>, we are looking at an unprecedented and alarming social crisis.<br />
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Luckily, the last few years have had the solution on the docket. It hasn't passed yet, but there is some exciting legislation that is working its way slowly through the system which could provide a desperately needed safety net for all families regardless of where they are in their life cycle. <br />
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Here in Colorado we had a bill that was just recently voted down on the floor of the Colorado House of Representatives. The FAMLI Act: HB 15-1258 was a bill that would have provided Family Medical Leave Insurance for all Coloradans. It was a bill sponsored by Representatives Faith Winter and Joseph Salazar and Senator Jessie Ulibarri. The FAMLI (Family and Medical Leave Insurance) is designed to be a compliment to the existing Family Medical Leave Act (FMLA). The current bill allows employees who meet a certain set of criteria to take up to 12 weeks UNPAID leave in order to care for a loved one, spouse, relative or self in the event of an injury or illness. The FAMLI act was designed to provide an insurance system that would allow those 12 weeks to be partially paid with at least 66% and up to 95% based on the employees income level.<br />
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While this bill is not going to make it to the vote for the 2015 November elections, there is still time to convince or government representatives that this bill needs to be considered for the next year's voting season. In fact, I had the pleasure of meeting with one of its sponsors, Faith Winter, and a team at 9to5 Colorado in order to look at what still needs to be done to get this bill passed. It was a pretty amazing meeting, and I walked away with quite a few ideas for future posts surrounding the legislative process and the state of work/family balance in America.<br />
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The fact is, the FAMLI act just makes sense. It is a needed safety net; helpful for workers and employers now, but positively crucial later. Unless a substantial shift occurs in American culture in the next few years, there is going to be a significant age gap between generations. This gap is going to demand that businesses begin to acknowledge the importance of care giving, but it would be so much better to adapt the policy when we want to so that we have time to get it right, rather than after the crisis hits and we have no choice.<br />
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The only way that is going to happen is if more voices start calling out for more family friendly/ caregiving friendly policies. These voices are only going to be motivated by two things: necessity or representation. We need to get more voices in the decision making process who understand the unique socioeconomic forces that are putting pressure on families today. It started in the early 21st century, but intensified after the real estate market crash. Families are in trouble, the middle class is shrinking and the future looks bleak unless we act now.<br />
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<strong><u>What can I do?</u></strong><br />
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<strong>First and foremost, tell your politicians you don't want hear about Family Values, but instead on how they plan on putting forth a plan focused on </strong><a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/418863231616128/" target="_blank"><strong>Valuing Families</strong></a><strong>.</strong> Let them know that other than just hearing about social/moral politics like abortion or same-sex marriage, we want to hear about real solutions to help businesses and families thrive. <br />
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<strong>Write, call or otherwise contact your representatives!!!</strong> I cannot stress this enough. This is crucial. The more voices, and the more diverse the voices they hear (demographically, geographically, and across the age, gender, race and religious lines) the more they realize that an idea is popular. Diversity <em>is </em>democracy! They are not going to risk failing re-election by voting on something they aren't certain on. Your voice is important. Exercise your right and let them know that families have value. <br />
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<strong>Let people know about legislation like the FAMLI act. Let them know about its benefits.</strong> <br />
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<strong>Tell your story</strong>. If you have experienced hardship caring for an aging parent, a terminally or chronically ill family member or are parenting a high-need or special needs child and are struggling with work and caregiving, tell your story. Make sure your experience is acknowledged.<br />
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<strong>Run for office. </strong>If you have a compelling story, are young, or see a deep need for family policy, run. We need more voices who understand the realities as they are now, not as they were 10-20 years ago.<br />
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My Mom always told me that the squeaky wheel is the one that gets the grease, so get out there and squeak! Make sure you are loud and make sure you are persistent, because if we don't do this now, it is possible a whole lot of individuals will be suffering as a result of scarce and improper care.<br />
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Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-80308903009566247452015-08-07T09:22:00.001-06:002015-08-08T08:45:30.313-06:00Disagree with LoveI have had a very hard time writing here this summer. In part from having all the kids here 24/7, but almost more so, because of the extreme funk I found myself in with the craziness I have seen circulating on social media. I am talking about the "discussions" (if we can even use that term) on racism in the police force, the SCOTUS decision on same-sex marriages, and the first rising tide of what I anticipate to be an intense presidential election season. The things I have seen voiced "out loud" on all sides of debates have been offensive, hurtful and down right intolerant.<br />
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I could tackle any one of those subjects, and in fact I already tackled election-time behavior back in 2012 with, <a href="http://thetwopennysoapbox.blogspot.com/2012/10/applying-mom-pledge-to-2012-election.html" target="_blank">Applying the Mom Pledge to the 2012 Election</a>. But, despite voluminous articles (most of which I read) on the subject, I decided to explore my point through the lens of same-sex marriage. Ultimately the subject matter itself is not what I want you to focus on, but the process. There are too many people in America to expect us ever to be in total consensus, decisions are never going to please everyone, but I promise- there really is a way to disagree respectfully with love.<br />
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The day of the landmark SCOTUS decision legitimizing same-sex marriage, my Facebook feed was filled with celebration....and mourning. The hardest thing for me was watching as the celebratory joy that many of my friends felt as their families found a stronger foothold in the ability to speak out on their rights as caregiving workers (which is what this blog, and my grassroots Facebook group Valuing Families: A Social Movement are all about), was circumvented by the discomfort at the vocal disappointment from those in favor of "traditional marriage."<br />
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The joyfulness that I saw was quickly replaced by vitriolic hate that was spewed forth on both sides of the issue. Within the day, my Facebook feed had devolved to name calling and base insults. Some of my friends were painfully boastful, and others were uncomfortably bitter and resentful. My depression set in as I saw friends and family, people I love dearly, attack each other in an effort to "win" the argument for their side. Some of the things I saw flung at people I love were truly painful to see. The hate, the anger, the disgust. How could this be coming from people I cherish?<br />
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It took me a long time to process through these feelings and wrestle them onto "paper," and I am here to tell you, the truth I have come to is- there is no "side." We each speak the truth that we feel, and we each arrive at our own truths through our own experiences, education, culture, family and from plumbing (or not) the depth of our own hearts. You can argue, you can rail, you can even scream or threaten harm, but what you can't do is change their minds. <br />
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As an anthropologist I will tell you that for my first paper in graduate school, I was tasked to write a 10 page paper on the definition of marriage. The catch was, I had to make it universal for all faiths and cultures that we had read about thus far in our class. It has been a long time, but if I remember correctly there was a tribe of people from the Amazon rainforest who raided neighboring villages and stole their wives, who then became the one bride for all the male brothers in a lineage. We had to explain marriages in the sub-Sahara and Africa where resources are scarce so the males migrate regularly, and as a result, a woman would take more than one husband to provide income for her family. We read about marriage in the United States, both monogamous and polygamous and we read about the Arab traditions of taking multiple wives. <br />
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The list was much more extensive, but in each case we looked at the benefits to individuals and the surrounding area that each marriage system provided. We looked at children who were considered legitimate and illegitimate, and why, and how that affected their life outcomes. We looked at how each system helped individuals be successful in their particular culture and economy and what it would look like in that economy, or what would have to change, in order to superimpose our American ideal of one man-one woman in a monogamous marriage. In many cases, the local economy, or the ability to access resources would become untenable under a nuclear family lifestyle. Marriage systems clearly developed around what would provide the best possible survival for the people in question.<br />
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My thesis to this paper has stuck with me for years, and to this day guides how I perceive the concept of family. I especially see it being true in America, where family is undergoing such a dramatic (and scary and uncomfortable for some) transition to include families it would have never accepted 100 years ago. Today, our American ideal no longer (or usually does not) punish people for getting divorced, for becoming single parents, or teen parents, for interracial families, same-sex families, blended families, or families of open adoption. We have even grown to accept that people with disabilities have the capability to make decisions on their own lives in regards to love, reproduction and marriage. <br />
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My thesis was simple; the definition of marriage is the way a culture codifies sexual behavior, defines family responsibility and legitimizes children in the larger culture's eyes. In other words, we use the definition of marriage, regardless of the specifics, across the globe to dictate whether or not a child would be considered "bastardized" within the larger culture, to codify familial roles and responsibilities and who it is acceptable to be having "relations" with.<br />
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The stance of The Two-Penny Soapbox, and myself as its author, is that any definition of marriage that removes stigma from children and allows them to be accepted as treasured members of society, with the same rights, accesses, and opportunities as those whose parents are not divorced, young, old, blended, single, inter-racial, living with a disability or in a non-traditional relationship, is a definition that I will whole heartedly embrace.<br />
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But, defining marriage is not the point of this piece. The point of this piece is, that you will never change some people's minds about something unless they come to it in their own time and in their own way. I say this to my friends and family who find discomfort and anger in someone saying, "I condemn your lifestyle," or "being [LGBTQ] is a choice." I say this to some of my dear, dear friends who believe, all the way to their core, that God sanctioned marriage only between one man and one woman. Any other culture in the world that does not practice this, for them, is just a culture that has not been missionized yet. To all of you,<em> please</em>, be respectful. If you must, state your case with kindness, listen with an open mind, and then if you are not moved, agree to disagree. Name calling, threats, violence, hatred, fear, animosity- these things are not okay. Ever. Someone is not an idiot just because their world view profoundly differs from yours.<br />
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In my mind, finding God's grace and the spirit of Jesus is the single most important thing in the world. True love and acceptance comes when you can look at someone, someone who believes something so fundamentally different from you that it seems impossible that you can co-exist peacefully, and you listen to their story. Listen without forming the argument in your mind and waiting for your turn to speak. I mean, really, truly listen to the truth that is them, and then try to understand their viewpoint. When you do, you may find from time to time that you can connect with something within their argument that makes a grain of sense. Hold on to that grain and you will have discovered the common ground to try and love them for who they are and where they are coming from.<br />
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The world is full of breathtaking moments of glorified diversity. And in that diversity there is beauty, there is peace, there is the divine. There are people in the world that, despite what most would consider the unassailable evidence of science, still believe that babies are created by standing on a sacred spot, facing the sea and inviting their ancestors into themselves. Who are we to take that from them? What a beautiful belief system. A belief in the interconnectedness and joy of coming and becoming from a single line of people. Who am I to point to a diagram in the book of reproduction and say, "You are an idiot. You are wrong. You are ignorant and uneducated. Thank goodness I am here to show you the <u>right</u> way to believe"?<br />
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So please, in the wake of recent social unrest around racism, homophobia, and religious intolerance and the hatred born from fear that is rampaging social media- please take a moment and <em>try</em> to love your neighbor. Love them even if it hurts to look on them. Love them even as you fear their actions. Love them for the divine light that exists inside of them and accept that they have to follow what is true and evident to them, even as you do. Inequality exists. Hatred exists. Differences exist. But, what a beautiful world it could be if we all found a way to connect on a different level. <br />
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As humans, we are set adrift in a universe that provides life as diverse as it is populous. Embrace the beauty in the diversity. Look past the details and find the humanity underneath. You may find you are less angry, less fearful and more loving. And wouldn't that be a better place for all of us to be?<br />
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With that, dear reader, I leave you with this;<br />
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I love you. I love you for your faith. I love you for your choices. I love the way God made you. I love the burdens you carry, the fears you harbor and the hopes you have for your vision of the future. I love that the world you forsee is a better place, even if we can't agree on what that looks like. I love you for your heart. I love you for your friendship. I love you, just as you are. <br />
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As we always hear - kindness costs nothing and love is free.<br />
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So mind your words. Speak with respect. Disagree with love. <br />
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Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-81429478561858776322015-07-17T10:33:00.002-06:002015-07-17T15:36:57.447-06:00MAVEN Provides Quality Solutions for Time-Crunched Moms <br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A recent conversation with a good friend about healthcare got me to thinking about how much time is lost by working Moms, caregivers and busy families with simple visits to the doctor’s office. The conversation that sparked this research involved a good friend of mine who was lamenting her third trip to the doctor’s office that week for a sinus/ear infection that was circulating through her very large family. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I am going to have to take off yet another whole afternoon of work just to take my daughter in so that they can give her the same antibiotic ear drops they gave to the other three. The same thing happened last month when they all got pink eye…. I miss my old pediatrician. She used to just automatically call in prescriptions for all of the kids for certain things. This new one requires I bring each child in.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">After that conversation, I began to think there had to be a better way to handle simple healthcare requests than taking 2-3 hours out of a busy day to drive to school, pick up the child, head to the doctor’s office, sitting in the waiting room, being seen by the doctor, checking out and heading home, or back to work and school. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As it turns out, an emerging market known as telehealth is primed to answer that very need. According to the Mayo Clinic, </span><a href="http://www.mayoclinic.org/healthy-lifestyle/consumer-health/in-depth/telehealth/art-20044878"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">“Telehealth is simply using digital information and communication technologies, such as computers and mobile devices, to manage your health and well-being.”</span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Telehealth practitioners rely heavily on video based appointments, a technology that more and more Americans are becoming familiar with thanks to applications like Skype and Facetime.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Video based appointments are still a relatively new phenomenon, but as more consumers are seeing the benefits of using these emerging companies and are embracing the benefits that technology, insurance companies are increasingly embracing them as well. In 2013 US News </span><a href="http://health.usnews.com/health-news/hospital-of-tomorrow/articles/2013/10/09/telehealth-the-ultimate-in-convenience-care?page=2"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">published a report</span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> on the convenience of this new technology, “Telehealth: The Ultimate in Convenience Care.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Like any new technology, the regulation and laws are working hard to keep up, but thus far the telehealth industry has proven that the convenience and benefits are significant, the cost savings to the health industry substantial and the tendency for fraud and misrepresentation to be no higher than in traditional health care settings.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">One new company joining the existing ranks of telehealth is </span><a href="https://www.mavenclinic.com/"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Calibri;">Maven</span></b></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">. The company focuses primarily on women’s health, specifically prenatal, post-partum, lactation consulting, pediatric needs and nutrition and mental health needs. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I had the pleasure of giving Maven a try, courtesy of the incredibly kind and engaging owners and managing staff. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I found the application to be easy to use. First I downloaded the application with a simple click. After navigating through the customer friendly website I found it very simple to find a Nutritionist that I thought sounded like a good fit. I made the appointment filled out the pre-appointment forms in less than 5 minutes. The process of connecting was also very user friendly (and this is coming from someone who is somewhat of a technophobe). All I had to do was to click launch appointment and allow the program access to my camera and microphone. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The practitioner I spoke with was extremely professional, kind and knowledgeable. We discussed some issues I have been having with finding the right diet to help with some current health problems. She listened and then provided me some good suggestions I could implement immediately, as well as options for on-going monitoring and support. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The only frustration that I experienced during my appointment time was the stilted video feed and the fact that we lost connectivity twice. The first time I panicked when my I-pad dropped the signal, but I quickly realized that reconnecting was as easy as retouching the “launch appointment” button again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As a user, I was extremely impressed with the openness of the practitioner to provide email and telephone information, as well as a plan for ongoing monitoring if I was interested. At no point did I feel like I was just a “patient,” but instead I really felt like a person.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I admit, I was somewhat skeptical about the benefits of telehealth, but after experiencing it for myself, I feel that these telehealth options could very well be the answer for families already strapped for time and money. The application is affordable, relationship based, user-friendly and extremely convenient from a time perspective. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The Two-Penny Soapbox is not typically a site that provides reviews, or advertisements, but in this case I feel that the benefit to my readers outweighs my objections to product endorsement. I will definitely be using Maven again in the future. While telehealth is never going to fully replace in-person healthcare, when it comes to everyday health questions, using telehealth services just makes sense.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So, as a conclusion, let me run-down of the benefits and drawbacks of Maven’s application.</span></div>
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Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-42436537200757192612015-06-26T08:46:00.003-06:002016-06-10T07:53:14.675-06:00How America is Shooting Itself in the FootAs an anthropologist, I have become frustrated by certain subjects that have come up in recent news stories. News stories about things like;<a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/cris-rowan/10-reasons-why-handheld-devices-should-be-banned_b_4899218.html" target="_blank"> the dangers of technology for children under 12</a>, <a href="http://healthyamericans.org/obesity/" target="_blank">the growing obesity epidemic</a>, the <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/denise-geelhart/its-time-to-stop-fat-shaming_b_6867346.html" target="_blank">increased awareness of fat shaming</a>, how <a href="http://thinkprogress.org/economy/2014/09/02/3477937/workweek/" target="_blank">the American work week has increased in hours</a>, and of course, the previously discussed topic of <a href="http://thetwopennysoapbox.blogspot.com/2015/03/taking-page-from-homebirth-movement.html" target="_blank">pressure on parents to supervise their children 100% of the time</a>.<br />
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What I see, from an anthropological perspective, is that all of these disparate things are actually all very intimately interlinked with each other. There is not one issue on that list that is not caused by, affected by, or is the causal effect for something else on the list. America is shooting itself in the foot by focusing on the symptoms, but not recognizing the underlying issue.<br />
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Americans are <a href="http://20somethingfinance.com/american-hours-worked-productivity-vacation/" target="_blank">putting more hours in, for less buying power and less vacation/sick time</a> than at any point in history. Because of this, we are experiencing a severe time crunch in regards to outside of work activities (not to mention a spike in stress and depression related illnesses and a decrease in overall health-but that is a topic for another day). <br />
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With the expansion of the 9 to 5 workday to a more typical, 8 to 6 schedule, a casualty has been the time to make from-scratch, home-cooked meals. Convenience meals are great for speed and efficiency, but they are typically higher in sodium, fat and chemicals than meals that are prepared from scratch. Also, they are typically higher in price per serving. <br />
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We complain about obesity and yet we live in a fast-food, convenience food culture. Our culture demands that workers eat to live vs. live to eat. Take certain European cultures like France, Spain or Greece in contrast. These countries have a thriving culture of the importance of experiencing food as a family event. Because of this, businesses set aside specific hours to honor that. In America, your average retail worker gets 30 min for "lunch," which depending on the schedule, can often be at odd times of the day. <a href="http://www.npr.org/sections/thesalt/2015/03/05/390726886/were-not-taking-enough-lunch-breaks-why-thats-bad-for-business" target="_blank">Our workplaces are not concerned about our health or our enjoyment of our nourishment</a>, it is merely a means to an end, a necessary step to productivity.<br />
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With people having less free time and eating more instant food, or restaurant food, we have a growing problem with obesity in this country. Childhood obesity has specifically be targeted as something that America needs to address imminently. As a result, a host of organizations have sprung up in the past decade in attempt to change things. In rare, but increasing cases, <a href="http://healthland.time.com/2011/07/13/should-parents-lose-custody-of-their-very-obese-kids/" target="_blank">governing agencies have removed children from their parents for being too obese</a>.<br />
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The most common answer to childhood obesity? <a href="http://www.atlxtv.com/2015/04/02/kidsfit/" target="_blank">Encourage parents to make sure their kids get outside as much as possible</a>. Then add in all the stressors on parents about not letting children experience too much "screen time" and exposing them to more nature. These articles frequently come in fear-mongering style about how <a href="https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/mental-wealth/201402/gray-matters-too-much-screen-time-damages-the-brain" target="_blank">without more nature and less technology your child will end up</a> fat, stupid and riddled with issues like ADD, Sensory Processing Disorder, depression, anxiety, and technology addiction.<br />
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But wait! You are absolutely NOT allowed to let them outside without proper supervision, which means that you need go outside with them. They should only have 30 minutes to 1 hour of screen time, which means a huge chunk of time should apparently be given to supervised outdoor play. If you send your child outside or up to the park unsupervised, beware. You will probably receive a visit from Child Protective Services for neglectful parenting because limiting screen time is really only a secondary priority to constant supervision. <br />
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Now let's revisit the first paragraph. As previously mentioned, parents are in a time crunch. They barely have time for family and caregiving as is, and they certainly aren't given the space or opportunity to really sit down and make and enjoy a good meal. So how the heck are they going to supervise their children outside for large periods of time? That right, they aren't. Parents can barely skate through their existing responsibilities, much less add intense child supervision to their list. <br />
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So, out of <a href="http://thetwopennysoapbox.blogspot.com/2015/03/the-sad-end-to-cat-in-hat-or-war-on.html" target="_blank">fear of that well-meaning call from a well-meaning neighbor</a> to social services about children running around unsupervised, parents lock their kids up inside and pacify them with screens. This is done out of survival, not out of laziness. Then we are bombarded with guilt that we are failing our child somehow. We feel victorious when we get something on the table that doesn't come from a box, and where everyone sits and eats at the same time. We constantly feel pushed and pulled between what we "should do" vs. what we "can do."<br />
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Use of convenience foods and lack of exercise lead to obesity. <a href="http://thinkprogress.org/health/2014/10/23/3583348/fat-shaming-paychecks/" target="_blank">Obesity leads to fat shaming and lack of opportunity.</a> Lack of opportunity leads to long hours in poorly paid jobs.....and we have come full circle. The only way we are going to break this ridiculous cycle is when businesses step back and realize that taking care of caregivers and families, or in other words, taking care of their employees as people, is the sole path to change. <br />
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Start "Valuing Families" and many of these "American problems" will self-correct themselves. So writers, I beg you, stop writing about how parents or society can do better and focus on how businesses can do better. Focusing on caring for employees can strengthen a business in the long run, obtain higher productivity and less time out for health issues. It really is a win-win for everyone.Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-41079846131881518032015-06-22T09:04:00.003-06:002016-06-22T13:40:17.820-06:00Top 5 Things NOT To Say To a Mom With A Late Potty TrainerIn my humble opinion, potty training has got to the be the hardest, most frustrating time of parenthood. I understand it doesn't work that way for everyone, but for me I have struggled with not one, not two, but <em>three</em> hard to train preschoolers. I would have had more children, but I waived the flag when I realized that with the time and money that I have spent training my three, I could have trained <em>six</em> "normal" kids. I have gathered a plethora of information on how to handle potty training parents you know who might be struggling. So here is a list of 5 helpful suggestions on what <em>not</em> to say to parents of late potty trainers:<br />
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<strong>1. "Oh, is she still not potty trained?.....How old is she now?"</strong> - Yes, I get it. My kid is still in diapers, thank you so very much for pointing that out to me. Furthermore, your question about age is really just a thinly veiled judgment, rude at best and insulting at worst. You and I both know by listening to her talk and the fact that she is a head taller then a normal sized two-year old clearly means she is "too old" to be in diapers. I get it. This question is in no way helpful and actually makes me feel more horrible about the situation than I already do. Don't. Just Don't!<br />
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<strong>2. "You know what worked for me..."- </strong>Trust me when I tell you that any parent whose child is over the age of 3 1/2 doesn't need to hear this. We have already Googled every method we can think of, read every book, talked to our pediatrician, experimented with strategies, and bashed our heads against the wall at least half a dozen times. There is a very high probability that the miracle solution that you are about to proffer is not something we need or want to hear. Unless specifically requested DO NOT tell me how your magic bullet was the M&M method, bare bottom drills, sticker chart, jelly bean jar, offering him something he really wants or making him want to be part of the big kids. Been there done that....now I have to go change another diaper.<br />
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<strong>3. "Well I just made them change/clean up after themselves</strong>."- Seriously? How does this even work? I attempted this method with my middle child when she was approaching four and do you know what it got me? A bathroom covered in *redacted* and a whole stinkin' (literally) load of laundry. What it did not produce, despite 4 dedicated weeks, was a potty trained child. In fact, I would pay good money to meet the child that this method actually worked on because I feel like they would be akin to a unicorn or the Loch Ness monster - pure fantasy.<br />
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<strong>4. "Well all children potty train in their own time."</strong> - This statement in itself is not actually that offensive, but it so frequently is what is proffered after the three sentences above have already been covered. They start out with, "Oh, not potty trained yet?," and move on to, "well, have you tried...?," and finish up with the lame, "well, you know, kids do things in their own time." If you want to close down an uncomfortable potty training conversation with a poor soul whose child is clearly not as advanced as your precious angel, just say something like, "I am so sorry, that sounds frustrating. I will send good thoughts your way that it is over soon."<br />
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<strong>5. "My child potty trained in X-days at X-age." </strong>- Pretty much anything along the lines of indicating that your child potty trained in 3 days at 18 months is bound to be met with jealously and resentment by anyone still having to change disturbingly large diaper disasters at the age of 4. I feel a little piece of my soul die every time I hear my almost 4 year old say, "Mommy, it is time to change me." It isn't that we don't <em>want</em> to celebrate your amazing success, it is just that right now, in the thick of our frustration we most likely can't dig deep enough to get past our own angst. If you know someone is struggling with potty training it is best to avoid sharing those stories with them until it is all over. Then, and only then, is it okay to say, "I felt so bad for you having to deal with that for so long, you know little Jr. only took 3 days to potty train at 18 months and it was just so easy." It is safe at that point because then we can sit quietly in our own smug superiority and think how <em>we</em> had to fight in the trenches and persevered. We didn't have it handed to us on a silver platter.<br />
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I hope this list has helped you. Remember, just like you can't force an anorexic to eat, you can't force a potty resistant child to "get over it" and start using the bathroom. Parents of late potty trainers are often stressed out, frustrated and just a little bit jealous- so tread carefully. We will get there too- eventually. As it is so often stated to me by others, "most kids don't go to kindergarten in diapers." <br />
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Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-52294868731185450332015-06-19T10:19:00.001-06:002015-06-19T10:20:21.551-06:00Moving Beyond the Sandwich GenerationThe term "sandwich generation" was coined by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorothy_Canning_Miller" title="Dorothy Canning Miller">Dorothy A Miller</a> in 1981 but was publicized by Carol Abaya, a nationally recognized expert in aging parent and eldercare issues. Her <a href="http://www.thesandwichgeneration.com/about.htm" target="_blank">website</a> provides a place where caregivers can find testimonials, information and research on caring for aging family members. <br />
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The term, "sandwich generation," primarily refers to individuals, typically in their 40s and 50s that are sandwiched between caring for elderly parents and their own children. Additionally, Carol Abaya has added the following terms to more specifically describe subsets:<br />
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The descriptions of the sandwich generation assumes that the individuals dealing with aging parents are most typically parenting older children, however, with the recent increase in maternal and paternal ages for first-time parents, those children are often much younger. Or, in other words, the Club Sandwich group is growing exponentially.<br />
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<strong>So, what does that mean for families?</strong><br />
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In the past, young parents could count on the help of their family and their community in order to make it through the draining years of raising infants and toddlers. Now, however, with two-income families, older families, later retirement for grandparents and families separated by distance, that help is simply not there. Additionally, the American workforce has put little, to no emphasis on providing flexibility or job security for caregivers. With Americans delaying childbirth, they are increasing the chances that they will be caring for small children and aging parents simultaneously, thus doubling the strain of maintaining reliable income production.<br />
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<strong>So, what are we supposed to do?</strong><br />
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Things like the Family Medical Leave Act, Short Term Disability, Flextime, telecommuting, job sharing, and part-time options are all fantastic starts to allowing family members to balance their work with their caregiving responsibilities. But, with more parents being sandwiched we need to expand those options. <br />
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9to5 is currently working on <a href="http://9to5.org/action-alert-support-the-family-act/" target="_blank">"the FAMILY Act, a national paid family and medical leave insurance program that would allow workers to take <strong>paid leave to care for a new baby, a seriously ill family member, or their own medical needs."</strong></a> which would be a huge boon for families struggling to balance competing demands.<br />
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We also need to encourage companies of the value of embracing the <strong>benefitted </strong>part-time employee. By allowing workers time to meet their (often non-negotiable) caregiving responsibilities without stretching themselves so thinly, the company is ensuring a dedicated and focused worker. <br />
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I could quote the many studies that have proven that America's obsession with long hours actually equates to very little increase in actual productivity, but The Economist said it best with their article, "<a href="http://www.economist.com/blogs/freeexchange/2014/12/working-hours" target="_blank">Proof that you should get a life</a>." Cutting work hours just makes sense for everyone. We don't need to "prove" ourselves as dedicated worker bees by being present for long hours, we should judge and be judged on the quality and output of our work. By giving everyone a little breathing room, we may find it improves everyone's lives.<br />
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We can only build our community one brick at a time, but change starts with you. When America can finally recognize the value of our workers as people and not just the bottom line, we all win.<br />
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When I was living in England I was eating a small café with a friend when I ordered a sandwich, "could you please hold the tomatoes and can I get that on the whole wheat bread instead of the onion bread?" Yeah. I am pretty sure the look the waitress gave me at that point was because she was trying to decide if I was some sort of royalty in disguise, an alien from outer-space, or perhaps both. Then she said, very politely, "Perhaps you would prefer to order something else then."<br />
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And there it was. She didn't say "no," but it was implied. I cringe when I look back on myself at that moment, at the entitlement and offense in my response. I turned to my friend and started griping about how incredibly rude the waitress was and how "it wasn't like I was asking her to remake the entire sandwich, just make a couple of small substitutions." And there it was, right there in my belief that exceptions <em>had</em> to be made for me for no other reason than I <em>wanted</em> them.<br />
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Luckily for me, my friend was very understanding and explained what I should have already remembered; that I was in a foreign country and I certainly wasn't in Kansas (or any other American state) anymore. Apparently in England (and possibly everywhere that isn't America, I can't speak to that) you order what is on the menu. Period. If you don't like something or are allergic to something, then you order something else. Because it actually isn't as simple as it sounds to make constant substitutions. The thought being, constant substitutions increases the possibility that the product quality can decline or mistakes can be made. <br />
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My friend lovingly and patiently explained this to me and then told me to, "either order something else, or pick the tomatoes off the sandwich, and stop being so bloody American."<strong> </strong>This then led us to discuss the new Subway opening up in London and how it was such a novel concept. The idea that you could build your sandwich with <em>so</em> many combinations was mind-boggling to her (and as she reiterated, so typically American). She thought that perhaps she might never go there because the choices would be too overwhelming. She also said the same thing about coffee houses which were not popular in England where they tend prefer pubs instead.<br />
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"You Americans have too many choices," she said. "You seem to need all those choices because you all are so set on being unique. You founded your country on freedom, but then you just let it run wild. You expect that everything in your lives has to be customized, reconfigured or rebuilt to each person's unique tastes and preferences. That is just madness."<br />
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I thought about and realized she was right. After I moved back to the states I started noticing how much more customized everything was here. We customize our phones, our shoes, our food, our television, we customize anything and everything. We even market it that way. <br />
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Take Burger King's famous <a href="http://usatoday30.usatoday.com/money/advertising/adtrack/2005-05-23-burger-king_x.htm" target="_blank">"Have it your way"</a> slogan. Or the ridiculously American notion that "the customer is always right." We give consumers too much power sometimes, too many choices. <br />
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Buying a cup of coffee is no longer an act of being thirsty or needing a jolt of caffeine; it is a chance to flex your unique triple-shot, non-fat, no-foam, vanilla latte, hold-the-whip-self. Brides are forced to agonize over what centerpiece will truly reflect their authentic selves. We have to decide what to watch when we have access to Netflix, Amazon Prime, Xfinity On-Demand, and 150+ channels. If you are like me, then some days you just spend an hour endlessly flipping not really taking in anything. We waste so many hours trying to pick the perfect phone, shoe, t-shirt, or car that will reflect our personalities. We do this, because if we choose wrong, then we aren't projecting what makes us, well us--anxiety ensues.<br />
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We are all a bunch of toddlers with too many choices (yes, even me). <a href="http://www.boston.com/community/moms/blogs/child_caring/2009/10/question_my_dau.html" target="_blank">Barbara Meltz</a>, a fairly well-known parenting consultant writes, "...children of all ages feel most secure when they know what their (again, age-appropriate) limits are, when those limits are consistent and when there are consistent consequences for infractions." I would argue that it isn't just about children. Adults can get overwhelmed from too many choices. We spend needless hours on picking just the right -- whatever it is we are buying. Think of how much time we would get back if we limited those choices.<br />
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Apply this quote from Meltz to adults and you will find it doesn't sound too far off;<br />
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Anyone who has ever worked a customer service desk can tell you all about adult tantrums. Even I have not been immune to it; I lost it at a counter once because I had been to three different stores with the promise that the next one would have what I wanted, a very specific color of dishes (this was before England). Did the color really affect the food? A dish is a dish. It is the intense pressure of all those choices. Everything has to be perfect.<br />
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So here it is, an idea that is bound to be wildly unpopular -- Perhaps we shouldn't allow people to customize their own gear like <a href="http://www.nike.com/us/en_us/c/nikeid" target="_blank">Nike</a> does. Perhaps we should just order the sandwich offered and pick off the tomatoes, or go back to the menu and order something else. <br />
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Maybe, ultimately, we might even been happier.<br />
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**disclosure: the event described happened over 15 years ago, British culture and opinions on choice may have changed by now.<br />
<br />Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-58547418064915754052015-06-01T08:00:00.003-06:002015-06-01T08:03:00.419-06:00Guest Blogging Opportunities This SummerIt has come to my attention that we have kind of a crazy summer planned here at our house. It is crazy in a good way, but still crazy. As a result, it dawned on me that I should consider opening up my blog to feature some new voices.<br />
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A few years back I had the opportunity to guest post on The Mom Pledge Blog when she opened up her website for a similar reason. I jumped at the chance and it was a really fun experience. I garnered some new readers for my own blog, got a little exposure and as a result, met some new people I still occasionally exchange emails with today. <br />
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So after much discussing with The Husband, who is annoyingly right in almost all things (although please don't actually tell him I told you this, because he will be even more unbearable than he already is) I have decided to take his suggestion to accept guest authors here at The Two-Penny Soapbox this summer.<br />
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If you have an idea about parenting, culture, making work easier for families, elder care, primary caregiver responsibilities, adoption, or anything else you think might be a good fit here, send me an email with "The Two-Penny Soapbox Idea" as your subject line:<br />
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I would love to add some new perspectives and new visions and I am happy to share my soapbox to do so.<br />
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So, send in your ideas and let me know. I am only looking for between 4-8 pieces and I will be doing them on a first-come-first-serve basis, so don't wait. <br />
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And if not, stay tuned, keep reading and have an amazing summer!<br />
<br />Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-68470221632515192342015-05-24T20:55:00.000-06:002015-05-24T20:55:14.951-06:00Happy Memorial Day!What do you do to celebrate Memorial Day?<br />
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I believe that we owe a debt of gratitude to the men and women serving our country, regardless of whether or not you agree with the politics that put them there. Today, The Two-Penny Soapbox is taking a moment to acknowledge the sacrifices of our soldiers and their families.<br />
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In tribute, The Husband and I have the tradition of running the annual Bolder Boulder 10K Road Race. It has been a family tradition since before we were even a family. We ran our first race together back in 2003, not long after we had gotten engaged. I had never run in honor of someone specific until I had the pleasure of getting in contact with my birth father in late 2012. That following 2013 Memorial Day, I ran in honor of him; Ron Walker, 82nd Airborne Division, combat veteran. I have run with his name every year since.<br />
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Last year was my oldest daughter's first Bolder Boulder. We weren't sure how she would do, but that girl trucked all 6.2 miles like a rock star! She has been counting down the minutes (no seriously, she is actually doing the math) every day for the last week. <br />
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So, while you are barbequing, lounging around, playing in the sun, or running one of the most fun road races in the States, don't forget to honor those whose day it is. <br />
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Happy Memorial Day!!!Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-26242341397669089202015-05-22T07:20:00.000-06:002015-05-22T07:20:10.788-06:00The Dog FactorThe beautiful thing about stepping out into the world and experiencing other countries and other cultures is that you see things from another point of view. Sometimes it is one you hadn't considered before. And sometimes, you learn something about your own culture you never would have questioned before.<br />
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I had this happen when I was living in England. I had an experience that allowed me to see what Americans look like to...well, not Americans, and this revelation all started with a movie. <br />
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I was living in the UK in 1998 and 1999, and you may or may not know that American movies used to get released over there later than they do here. Because of this I had the opportunity to see the movie "Independence Day," twice with new-to-the-movie audiences. <br />
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The first time I saw the movie, I was a sophomore in college. I saw the movie in Denver, at a fairly well-known and very large theater. I also saw it mere days from when it came out, so we were in the Fourth of July spirit. The theater was hushed most of the movie, with a smattering of gasps and snickers during scary or funny parts. When the lights came up, people cheered. It was a serious (albeit fluffy) action film. <br />
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Then, two years later while living in Norwich, England, I attended the performance with four of my British friends. Within the first fifteen minutes I had begun to wonder if I was even watching the same film as they were. The entire theater would erupt into raucous laughter at parts I couldn't even begin to see were funny. By half-way through the movie it began to dawn on me that what I had previously experienced as a serious action film at home, was instead being treated like a full-on comedy by my British compatriots. <br />
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Mystifying. <br />
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I left the theater bewildered and perplexed. How could an <em>entire</em> theater find humor in a dog running down a tunnel from scorching flames, only to jump to safety at the last second? Why is that funny? Where was the humor in people communicating with each other at the end by Morse code? Somehow, amidst what I perceived, there was a thread of humor that seemingly everyone could see but me.<br />
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Later I asked my friends about it and they laughed and laughed and made comments about "Americans and your cinema," how "Americans sure love their dogs," and "isn't it <em>always</em> the Americans the save the day. The rest of us don't sit around waiting, you know."<br />
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Later, when I was back stateside, I rented the movie for a third time and attempted to watch it from their perspective. And after spending a year, as anthropologists call it, "going native," I suddenly could see exactly what they were talking about. This scene truly is hysterical:<br />
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As this scene was as well. Trust me, most Brits found this either hysterically funny, or deeply offensive...."About bloody time" those American got off their butts and saved the rest of us....<br />
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And it wasn't just "Independence Day," either. No, suddenly all movies were viewed with the dual lens of American and British. Suddenly, I was the one laughing hysterically at bizarre moments. Because I am here in America, I mostly laugh alone. But once I saw things from their perspective, I couldn't <em>un-see</em> it. It is there, in my brain, forever. And Americans, Oh my LORD are we obsessed with our dogs!! Once I saw it...it was permanently ingrained and suddenly I saw dogs everywhere.<br />
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So, next time you are sitting in a movie like the "Avengers: Age of Ultron" and you hear someone bust out laughing as the random dog leaps to safety as they are leaving the danger zone, or you hear someone snicker at the random dog in Transformers, or<em> any</em> other action movie ever made, just know, that what we see, isn't always what someone else sees. The dog factor is real. They truly are everywhere!<br />
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We even put them in movies that they have absolutely NO business being in. The novel, "The Road," which is a post-apocalyptic dystopia that has people eating people, made mention that few-to-no animals were left in the world because they had all been eaten. And yet....and YET.... the movie, "The Road," ends like this:<br />
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Yes. That is a very healthy, well-fed dog you are seeing. I am sure that family, while attempting to resist the cannibalism that is rampant throughout the rest of the world, would have eaten that dog long ago. Not to mention, in a movie where food is that scarce, they never would have wasted it on a dog. But, this is America, and there has to be a dog in <strong>everything</strong>!<br />
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Seriously, this dog, from "Transformers," is just there for humor value....that and the unwritten rule (I can't find one) that you can't make an action movie and not put a dog in it somewhere. I suspect it is in some secret film maker by-laws:<br />
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I want you to think about that the next time you are watching a movie. Pay attention to the dogs. You will realize they appear in almost every film, not the just one's that are part of the story (The Husband has been converted, he sees the dogs now too so I no longer have to laugh alone.) <br />
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They are often random and extraneous, but God forbid you pull something like Ridley Scott did in "Gladiator," where you make the dog a part of the story and then fail to deal with what happened to him. That is tantamount to crucifixion-worthy. No joke. You should see the message boards. Whether he forgot the dog as he claimed, or killed him off only to find out that wasn't acceptable to American viewers is hotly debated, but not dealing with it at all created a storm of criticism. <br />
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Americans do not stomach killing dogs very well. We even made a movie about a hit man coming out of retirement because someone killed his dog in "John Wick." Someone killed his <em>dog</em>, and that fact somehow justified his killing somewhere upwards of 75 souls. As an audience member, you are supposed to be ok with that math; 1 dog= 75 humans. And the sad part is, we are ok with it. Americans are really, truly obsessed with dogs. I am not sure what it is about the American culture that bonds so significantly with the loyal canine companion, but it is there, indisputably there.<br />
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So, whenever I am struggling with seeing something from someone else's viewpoint, I stop and think about my total confusion as I sat through a movie I thought was a serious action film, while everyone else was busy wiping tears of laughter form their eyes. Sometimes we are just coming from very different places. That is okay, as long as you can step out from time to time and realize that sometimes the dog really is the elephant in the room.<br />
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<em>I am curious to know. Comment and let me know if you see it, the dog factor. It is like one of those hidden messages in the optical illusion, pay attention and you will start seeing it....then you won't be able to stop seeing it.</em>Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-16871474410417325222015-05-18T12:45:00.002-06:002016-06-10T08:02:25.122-06:00Summer is Coming!!!This is a quick, fluffy blog. Mostly because I, like my kids, am totally suffering from spring fever. I too am ready to be done with daily grind of the school year. I am wearing out on packing lunches, finding library books buried under toys, asking for the 10th time if everyone's homework is really done. <br />
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I want to play. I am ready to get outside and garden. I am ready for hiking and kayaking and biking. We are only a few weeks away from trips to the zoo and the museum or afternoon movies at the discount theater, but I want it now. Are we there yet?<br />
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It is during summer when I really truly appreciate working from home and being a mostly-at-home mom. I get to party with my kids for 12 weeks and now that they are older, I love every minute of it. I am counting down 8 more days of school!<br />
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It was much harder when the kids were small. When the daily grind of baby care and caring for school aged children made our days confined and monotonous. Back then I had bored kids or a cranky baby. We couldn't go to the zoo or the museum, or if we did, we couldn't stay long because the baby needed to nap. Art projects were hard because we had to pick toddler-friendly supplies. <br />
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Back then, summer was a 12-week long wasteland that seemingly stretched on for what felt like forever. But, that was a different season. We are exiting the baby season of our lives and I am looking forward to summer because....*fingers crossed* this is the summer we finally potty train Connor (3 1/2) and say goodbye to the last vestiges of babyhood. This is my summer of transition.<br />
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This summer I officially move into the role of "mother of older children." This past weekend my 9 year old asked me if we could watch "Jurassic Park". The weekend before we took our girls to see "Age of Ultron." For those of you still attending movies like "Home" or "Minions," have no worries, the time is coming when you will get to mix it up and go see something that is actually on your radar. You can go see something you would have gone to see <em>without</em> your kids. <br />
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Older kids are fun! And I am going to get to hang with them this summer and enjoy their company while they still think I am cool. This is the proverbial "honeymoon period," or "second trimester," of child raising. We are post- high-need, cry-happy, tantrum-thowing baby and toddler-hood. We are pre- puberty, pre- eye-rolling, "mom, could you just walk five steps behind me so people don't know we are together" teenage-hood (something I <em>actually </em>said to my own mom).<br />
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Right now, my kids still think I am cool, and right now I think they are pretty cool too. We are in the best part, and I intend to enjoy every single second of it!<br />
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So, eight more days! And then, let the fun commence!<br />
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With that, here are just a couple of pictures from our awesome summer last year:<br />
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Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-32307408090796199322015-05-14T23:20:00.003-06:002016-04-24T06:41:54.395-06:00Risk Is Real, Lawsuits Won't Change ThatI spend a vast amount of time scrolling through the net seeking out articles on my passions:<br>
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<li>parenting</li>
<li>reconnecting kids with nature</li>
<li>improving the workplace for all caregivers</li>
<li>political movements to improve the lives of working women</li>
<li>anything on how to build communities, or communities that have made the news</li>
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Occasionally, my searches bring me to an odd conglomeration of articles that trigger a thought process that takes me outside of my "box" that I normally think from. <br>
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Last night I found a news story about a local cat café that is being sued by a customer. She is being sued because the customer got a cat bite and it became severely infected and she ended up missing a week of work. Her family income situation was precarious and the incident was apparently devastating to their economic position so of course they had no choice to but to file a nearly $6,000 lawsuit.<br>
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On another note, this past Monday the verdict finally came down in the lawsuit where a police officer sued Starbucks after he burned himself on a <strong><em>free</em></strong> cup of coffee in 2012. Yes, in case you hadn't heard of that case, the officer was given....GIVEN....a free cup of coffee. Apparently the lid on this coffee disintegrated and he was burned. This apparently caused his Crohn's disease to flare up which then required surgery. He didn't win. <br>
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Do you know what we would have called this before we turned into a "<a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/01/09/AR2009010902353.html" target="_blank">litigation nation</a>?" We would have called it a misfortune. We would have called it a tragedy. We might have even said it was just a seriously crappy day. What we would not have done is point our finger at someone else and say it is their fault. We would not demand monetary compensation for any and every horrible thing we experience. Sometimes shit just happens, as they say.<br>
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The stories are tragic for those affected. What they are NOT, are acceptable law suits. This stuff is making me crazy. I am not joking....C.R.A.Z.Y. Here are the facts, and I will offset them so as to make a stronger point:<br>
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<strong>Coffee is hot, Cats are unpredictable, and children get hurt sometimes. Risk is real. Suing every time something bad happens does NOT, contrary to popular belief, <em>prevent </em>risk. All it does is instill fear in everyone.</strong><br>
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A short time ago I wrote a series of articles on the subject of risk and how we treat risk in America has created a ridiculous standard for parents. If you want to check some of them out, I am including a couple of the more popular posts.<br>
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<a href="http://thetwopennysoapbox.blogspot.com/2015/04/moms-lets-ditch-defensiveness.html" target="_blank">Moms, Let's Ditch the Defensiveness</a><br>
<a href="http://thetwopennysoapbox.blogspot.com/2015/03/taking-page-from-homebirth-movement.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #cc3300;">Taking Page From the Homebirth Movement</span></a><br>
<a href="http://thetwopennysoapbox.blogspot.com/2015/01/parental-pinch-gets-tighter.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #cc3300;">Parental Pinch Gets Tighter</span></a><br>
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Additionally, after I was done ranting and raving on social media about the 9 news story about the cat café and the ridiculous cop, I found an article, <a href="http://blog.childrenandnature.org/2015/04/06/the-criminalization-of-natural-play-this-week-the-cnn-conversation-begins/" target="_blank">Criminalization of Natural Play</a>, which then led me to explore the website, <a href="http://www.childrenandnature.org/" target="_blank">Children and Nature Network </a>. The authors on the site posited various study results which posit that the increase in sensory issues, balance problems and lack of body awareness in older children these days is directly related to the lack of outdoor play, physical activity and the increase in screen time, indoor activities and organized extracurricular activities.<br>
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The idea that was proffered throughout the site, is that by attempting to make children safer, we have in fact made the LESS safe. Would you like to read that again?.... By attempting to make children <strong><em>safer, </em></strong>or in other words, by trying to anticipate every risk they may encounter, we have actually made things <strong><em>more dangerous </em></strong>for them<em>. </em>Children are less balanced, less body aware and more likely to injure themselves with mundane tasks <em>because</em> we won't let them climb trees, play outside unsupervised, or allow them to roam unattended by adults. <br>
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I have reached a point where, every time I read one of these lawsuit stories, I just want to weep for society. For me it is a total *head desk* moment. Do we, as a society, not see that we are gradually making <em>everyone's </em>life harder every time we add a new waiver form, disclaimer posting, change in behavior, state requirement, or need for reliance on liability insurance? Every person who files a frivolous lawsuit or engages in any type of risk that turns out badly creates another level of fear in America.<br>
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Teachers know what I am talking about. Many of them are terrified to discipline children in school because there is always the ever-present threat of a lawsuit hanging over their heads. I would even purport that there may come a time when disruptive students are either automatically expelled or immediately <a href="http://www.csmonitor.com/The-Culture/Family/2012/0418/Kindergartner-handcuff-case-Do-we-need-police-in-schools" target="_blank">turned over to law enforcement</a> because teachers don't dare touch a student, no matter how violent or disruptive they are being. <br>
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Many parents, like many teachers, <strong><em>want</em></strong> to let their children take risks. I, as a parent, <strong><em>want </em></strong>to let my kids climb trees, walk to school on their own, ride their bike around the neighborhood, walk down the street to their friend's house, be adventurous in the classroom and on the playground. I want them to take risks so they can learn their own limits and build their own confidence. <br>
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Sure there are times when I have a moment of terror, like the time I went out into our backyard because I couldn't see the kids from the window and I found my oldest balancing precariously on the tippy-top of their two-story playhouse.<br>
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And if something happened and the beam broke and she fell and hurt herself, or God forbid, she was killed. I would seriously hope that I would have the good sense to recognize that it was an accident, and not someone's fault. But, too many people's first response would be to sue the playground equipment maker, or demand that we change the composition of the equipment itself (make it shorter, wider, safer etc.). <br>
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If we keep on instituting this culture of fear, this "litigation nation," we may find that we have an entire generation of children who are more dangerous to themselves just walking around, than they would be if we just let them takes some risks now while they are young. Not to mention totally unable to function outside a controlled, organized environment. Just when the country will need new innovaters we will have an entire generation of kids that believe, with all their hearts, that all risk is bad.<br>
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And so, I will leave you with a quote from a great article, titled, "<a href="http://www.childrenandnature.org/2015/05/06/the-unsafe-child-less-outdoor-play-is-causing-more-harm-than-good/" target="_blank">THE UNSAFE CHILD: Less Outdoor Play is Causing More Harm than Good</a>":<br>
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Secondary to restricted movement and less time outdoors on a regular basis, more and more children are walking around with underdeveloped vestibular (balance) systems. In other words, they have decreased body awareness and sense of space. Teachers are reporting that children are falling out of their seats in school, running into one another, pushing with more force during games of tag, and are generally clumsier than in years past. In fact, the more we restrict and coddle our children, the more unsafe they become. -Angela Hanscom</blockquote>
<br>Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-35119138206299943702015-05-11T08:13:00.003-06:002015-05-11T08:40:02.238-06:00Why I Loathe Mother's DayI hate Mother's Day. <br />
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It sounds bizarre, but I do. For weeks before the day I start griping about it. I complain about how when you live near your own mother, Mother's Day is never about you. It is like a hierarchy. You don't get to celebrate Mother's Day the way you want to until you are no longer the youngest mother on the totem pole or unless there is significant distance between you.<br />
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Wow, that sounds ridiculously selfish as I type it, let me explain.....<br />
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I am terribly susceptible to all those Mother's Day commercials floating around that show this idealized vision of the perfect Mother's Day. I tear up when I see the family gathering around to celebrate Mom, and yet, in the back of my head I am already starting to get grumpy, because I know it is an unrealistic expectation. <br />
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And that is the long and short of it. I hate Mother's Day because somehow, on that day, our families are somehow supposed to magically create enough love, goodwill and thoughtfulness to carry us through a whole other year of self-sacrifice and hard work. Somehow the expectation is, for 24 hours, our families are supposed to <em>prove</em> how much they truly appreciate us, as mothers.<br />
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Normally, on Mother's Day, I make dinner for my Mom and my Mother-in -law. I work all day long in the kitchen (forget that it is my day too) and whip up some fantastic feast to show them both how much I appreciate them and all they do for us. I love them both. They are truly magnificent women and I am lucky to have them in my life. But, I will admit, when the three of us agreed to take this year off, I was relieved. I was going to get to spend the day how I wanted to....as a total hermit. Yay!<br />
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Because, unlike my mother's theory that I somehow hate the day because I was rejected by my birth mom, which is ridiculous, I hate the day because it sets up unrealistic expectations. Actually, I hate Valentine's Day for the same reason (although with much less vehemence). It is a holiday that excludes people by its very nature. Also, it puts moms in the mindset to seek out perceived slights.<br />
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Somehow, by going through the motions of getting chocolate and flowers on Valentine's Day or buying your mom the "perfect present" which shows her how you "truly feel about her," you have fulfilled some cultural expectation and proved that you love the person receiving the gifts. Forget about the other 364 days a year when you love them just as much. You have to prove that you love them on this day. In my opinion, that isn't how love works.<br />
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Does it really mean anything when you <em>have</em> to do it?<br />
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And yet, my expectations are just as bad.<br />
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6:35 a.m.: Same as every morning, I awaken with a 3 year old shaking me, "Mom, just get up and get me my strawberry [milk]." I roll out of bed, sore from the previous day, and head downstairs. I do this every day of the year without fail, and yet because I know what day it is, I shoot hateful daggers at my sleeping husband. I assume, because despite it being our normal routine, he should have somehow set an alarm and beat the baby out of bed so I could sleep in.....because, HELLO, it's MOTHER'S DAY!<br />
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We head downstairs and I get Starman his milk, set up his morning cartoon, feed the animals and start on the dishes. Now I am pissed off because, they should have known it was Mother's Day today and, despite the fact that I do the dishes every morning, they should have known this wasn't what I wanted to encounter first thing on MY DAY.<br />
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About an hour later, as I am finishing the dishes, the rest of my family joins me. They immediately wish me a Happy Mother's Day. But, instead of being happy, it irritates me. I go upstairs and take a shower only to hear my husband yelling. Turns out my 3 year old broke a shelf off the wall. My immediate thought, "of course he did, because it's Mother's Day."<br />
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Ten minutes after that, the girls start fighting, which prompts me to scream, "GREAT! This is exactly what I wanted to hear on Mother's Day. I knew today was going to be horrible." (Because somehow the girls fighting on Mother's Day felt like a personal insult, "Can't I get one day of peace?") The Husband immediately responded with, "Ah, yes. Of course you are already a bitch this morning, it's Mother's Day. I figured you would be. You have been bitching about today for weeks."<br />
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I stomped to the family room, kicked everyone out and binged on three hours of uninterrupted television. By myself. Heaven. <br />
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While I am watching t.v, the girls bring me their offerings. For some reason they annoy me because they feel so obligatory. They are cookie cutter assignments from school and don't feel that they have much of my girls in them. (In contrast, I melted like a puddle over the bouquet of dandelions they proffered me after school a couple weeks ago. And Saturday, because Starman was spending the night at grandma's house, they made us breakfast in bed.) My kids are awesome, and I feel like a total jerk for not feeling it more. <br />
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The kids started complaining that I hadn't fed them yet, so The Husband talked me into going out to Sweet Tomatoes (or Soup Plantation in other parts of the country) for brunch. On the way there, I mentioned that even though I spoke to my Mom the previous day in person, hugged her and wished her a happy Mother's Day, no doubt she would still be expecting a phone call. I told him I would need to do that when we got home. <br />
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Brunch put me in a better mood and I was going to call my Mom when we got home, but the girls begged me to watch part of their movie with them first, so I did. I only made it about 10 minutes in when I fell asleep on the couch... for the next three hours. <br />
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I awoke when I realized that the dog was barking and barking, which meant someone was at the door. It was my cousin and his girlfriend, and their 3 year old. Bleary eyed, I pulled open the door. They just wanted to stop by and surprise me.<br />
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I invited them in, and discovered that the whole family was asleep, so I went around waking them up. By the time I got Starman up to play with his friend, got everyone drinks and snacks, and visited for a while, I realized it was nearly 4:30. <br />
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Oh crap! I excused myself and told them I really needed to call my Mom. <br />
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I knew she was pissed off when she answered the phone. We had a short, brisk conversation and I explained I would call her later when the company had left. They left around 6:30 and I called her as I was making dinner. We talked along, and I thought we were good. I thought that right up until she told me that my not calling her until 4:30 was clearly a reflection on how I "truly felt about her." Then there was something about being ungrateful and my attitude being a reflection about my birth mother's rejection.<br />
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Suddenly, just like me with my own family, the other 364 days of the year meant nothing. It didn't matter that we hugged the afternoon before and I wished her a happy Mother's Day. It didn't matter that we discussed putting off celebrating the day until it was less snowy and cold. No, the only thing that mattered was that I didn't call her until 4:30, so <em>clearly</em> I love her less. <br />
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Just like my own feeling that <em>clearly </em>my family loves me less because they didn't bend over backwards to make my life easier, change up our routine, and in all other ways <em>prove</em> that they value me. And that is why I hate the day.<br />
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We set up these Hallmark card expectations and then, these mothers who are busy sacrificing and giving the very best of themselves 364 days of the year, somehow have to cash in for one, inevitably disappointing day. Because, ultimately, there is no way to properly appreciate your mother. She is the end all and be all of existence. My mother gives and sacrifices and loves me all year round, and I appreciate her, whether she sees that right now or not. <br />
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I woke up this morning feeling relieved that the day was over. I came downstairs and sat down to write this post.<br />
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My husband came down soon after and came in and hugged me, "Happy Day after Mother's Day," he said with a smile. "What would you like to do to celebrate you today?"<br />
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And just like that, I melted. Because today he didn't have to. Today it feels like appreciation vs. obligation. You know what.....I think I might call my Mom. <br />
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Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-89160046442339364162015-05-08T08:20:00.001-06:002015-05-08T09:38:39.716-06:00The Changing Face of Parenting: Pornography and Pre-TeensIt has recently come to my attention, as I talk to parents whose children are older than mine, that parents today no longer have the option to parent the way our parents did when it comes to sex and sexuality. After talking to parents of pre-teens and doing some research, I have found that <a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/news/internet-porn-reaches-most-teens/" target="_blank">nearly half of all pre-teens</a> have been exposed to sexually explicit material of some kind, whether willingly or unwillingly.<br />
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Gone are the days of the simple birds and bees discussion, which focuses mostly on mechanics. Gone are the days of the occasional Playboy or romance novel found hidden in the closet or under the mattress. As parents, we no longer have the option to avoid the subject of sex, sexuality and relationships. With an ever-increasing access to graphic pornographic material (read: an ever-increasing level of access to internet-capable mobile devices), we no longer can afford to put off the discussion of sex and sexuality until the onset of puberty (which is also starting earlier).<br />
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When I was little, my parents gave me the ever-classic Time Life book, "How Babies Are Made." I also received a book about my changing body. I don't remember exactly how old I was, but I want to say it was somewhere around 9 or 10. Puberty hit not too much longer after that, so it was probably good timing. In my experience, I was the first one in my class to hit puberty, but 10 1/2 is no longer considered early. With earlier exposure to hormones, and sexual images, our children are having to deal with these concepts much earlier than we ever even thought of doing.<br />
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Last week my oldest daughter, Snowflake, asked me, "Mom, what's a virgin?" It took me a minute to realize where she was getting that word. Then it dawned on me that it was from a commercial for the new show, "Jane the Virgin." I told her it was late, and I didn't want to answer her question right then, but if she asked me again tomorrow we could talk about it. I was hoping she would forget, but no. First thing the next morning she repeated the question, "Mom, what's a virgin?" <br />
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"OH CRAP!," I thought. I forgot to prepare an answer.<br />
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On the fly I explained that it mostly had to do with something I didn't feel ready to discuss with her, but involved the process for how babies are made. My explanation mostly revolved around the fact that the virgin Mary conceived a child without a husband, and that the show featured a character whose irresponsible doctor was trying to help a mommy get a baby in her tummy, but that she put the baby in the wrong tummy. (Which I have to say, sounded WAY messed up when explained at a 9 year old level.)<br />
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I assured her I would discuss everything in detail at some point in the future, but that I didn't feel she was ready for me to discuss it with her at that moment. Lucky for me, about a year ago, she insisted she wanted to watch a scary movie (Robocop 2) with Daddy and ended up getting freaked out by something she saw. I used that as a reference point about how we have to guard what we see because you can't un-see something upsetting. (For the record, I have a scene like that too. It involves pushing someone's face into burning oil on "MI-5." I can't fry anything without thinking about it.) I told her that I could explain the whole virgin thing in more detail, but once I told her, I couldn't UN-tell her and it would change the entire way she sees the world. <br />
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Thankfully, she seemed to except my explanation, and it felt like we dodged a bullet. But, I realized the time is coming faster than I would like it to, when I am going to have to sit down and discuss these things much sooner, and in<em> much </em>greater detail than my parents ever would have thought of doing. I am dreading it. But, I know by not doing it, or by ignoring it, I will only be making my kids more vulnerable to all the crap that is out on the internet. <br />
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Parental controls on mobile devices are great, but they only go so far, especially when kids are expected to bring tablets, phones, and other internet capable devices into the classroom for projects. Many school districts require kids to have tablets because, in effort to save money, they provide digital textbooks. Often times, legitimate websites are blocked by parental controls, causing kids to have to call home to get the password in order to maintain required access to complete assignments. This quickly renders parental controls obsolete leading many parents to abandon them.<br />
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With children online for schoolwork, it provides the perfect "cover," leaving many teens semi-unsupervised while handling an internet capable device. These kids are technological experts at clearing search histories and covering their tracks, so that many parents are unaware of how much time their children are actually spending online. <a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/life-style/tweens-posting-facebook-supervision-survey-article-1.1362921" target="_blank">One study</a> interviewed parents and found a 3-4 hour a day discrepancy between the amount of time teens spent on the internet vs. the time their parents believed they spent online.<br />
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Last but not least, studies are flooding the internet on the long-term effects from <a href="http://national.deseretnews.com/article/802/Adolescent-addiction-When-pornography-strikes-early.html" target="_blank">ever-younger exposure to hard-core internet pornography</a>. A whole industry in live-in sex addiction and pornography addiction rehab for youths has sprung up in response to the increasing problem of pornography addiction in teens. Pornography addiction is rapidly <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/internet-driving-pornography-addiction-school-aged-kids/story?id=16297026" target="_blank">becoming more prevalent in teens and preteens, both boys and girls.</a><br />
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In order to combat this, we, as parents, are going to <em>have</em> to engage our children in discussions that go <em>way</em> beyond the basic mechanics. We are going to have to have conversations with our children that our parents never would have dreamed of having with us. No matter how uncomfortable it feels, we are going to have to engage with our children on the subjects of desire, sexuality, relationships, preferences, respect, responsibility, choice, consent, variety of acts, frequency, masturbation, objectification, and sexual safety. <br />
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We are going to need to give them to tools for their toolbox, so that when they come across a graphic scene depicting violence or non-consensual sex acts, they have the ability to recognize what they are seeing and file it in an appropriate place. <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/vanessa-cullins/talking-to-kids-about-sex_b_992463.html" target="_blank">Talk and trust is the only hope we have to help our children navigate this new digital age.</a><br />
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I know I am going to have to do this soon, but the thought wakes me up in a cold sweat at night. My parents hardly ever held hands, kissed, or otherwise showed affection in front of me (although it was always clear they loved each other), and in all my years at home, I think I must be the only child in America who never heard her parents having sex. Because of this, the idea of having these discussions with my children makes me sick to my stomach. But, I know I have to. We all have to. <br />
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In our day in age, leaving kids to figure it out for themselves was a relatively safe choice. Sure the Playboy or Penthouse might have been shocking for some children, but those were static images in magazines. They were rare to come across, and the image didn't change. The pornography that our children will most likely be exposed to at some point in their adolescence, whether accidentally or on purpose, will be typically be graphic, video based, and easily accessible. The potential for it to become a real problem is ever-present. <br />
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Pornography is not ever going to go away (visit the Sex Museum in Amsterdam if you don't believe me, ancient artifacts with dirty carvings on them prove that sexual images have existed as long as humans have). Our children are <em>going </em>to come across it. The question is, do we have the type of relationship with them that will allow them to come to us and discuss what they see? Will they have the tools to recognize the difference between fantasy and reality? Will they understand how not to objectify their sexual partners? The only way to be sure is to talk about it. <br />
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Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580968650280699992.post-69230531535633632952015-05-04T08:17:00.001-06:002015-05-04T08:17:03.010-06:00Struggling with Self-DoubtAlmost everyone struggles with self-doubt. Pretty much, unless you are a narcissist, ego-maniac or a sociopath, you have a time in your life when you wonder about your own self-worth.<br />
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The last few months have brought an overwhelming amount of success with my writing. I knew that after that rush, there was bound to be a lull. What I was unprepared for, was how badly it would affect me when the lull happened. <br />
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Lately I have been struggling with getting articles posted, second-guessing my work and experiencing anxiety over why anyone would want to actually read what I have to say. I suspect that my recent self-doubt is primarily fear-driven.<br />
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Since January, in addition to my recent successes, I have been embarking on a journey to turn a long-term project (and life-long dream) into a potential reality. The idea that it might actually happen scares the heck out of me. Ideas are safe when they are in your head, but much more vulnerable when they are out in the world (much like children leaving the womb).<br />
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Also, I am definitely what is known as a self-sabotager. I have a long history of sabotaging myself when things are going well; getting sick before important meetings, eating a whole tub of ice cream after just losing 10 pounds, "forgetting" to turn in paperwork in a timely manner. <br />
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The good news is, I am aware I do it. The bad news is, I can't seem to stop myself sometimes. I don't know why I am sharing this with you all, except that I have always promised to be transparent and honest here at The Two-Penny Soapbox. <br />
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I love writing. My recent successes have given me hope that I can actually turn this into a vocation, rather than just a hobby, and quite frankly I am terrified by that. And so, I have begun to avoid the computer, struggle to come up with ideas and have spent an insane amount of time playing Candy Crush rather than writing. <br />
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My hope is that by naming these feelings, sharing them with you, and exposing myself, I can move past it and get back to what I love to do. This blog is my passion, my heart hanging out there, and I want to continue to maintain a quality that I have come to expect from myself, but has been hard lately. <br />
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<em>If you struggle with self-doubt, or self-sabotage, you are not alone. I would love to hear how you cope with it? How do you re-discover your motivation? How do you smother the inner critic?</em> Amie Pereahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314629710569721952noreply@blogger.com