I’ve spent a lot of time reading, writing, and teaching about positive parenting. It’s not all selfless professionalism, of course. I’m a mom to four awesome boys. Four awesome boys who make my heart explode with happiness. And four awesome boys who sometimes make my head explode with craziness.
In the interest of full disclosure, this post really should be called “On My iPhone”. I go through most of my books by listening on Audible .* I pay a monthly membership to have someone read to me while I drive, cook, clean, run, or fold laundry because I find I have a lot more of that time available than I have sitting down and reading quietly time. As a bonus, I find I’m much more eager to cook, clean, fold laundry, etc. if I am deep into a book! So it’s a win-win. I don’t fall asleep (which often happens when I sit down to read–I blame motherhood) and my household tasks get taken care of with less grumbling from me! Also on the topic of full disclosure, all links with an asterisk indicate an affiliate link.
You’ve probably noticed that I didn’t spend a whole lot of time writing in December and January. I did, however, spend a lot of time reading. Or at least, I spent a lot of time cleaning and moving (*again*), which for me, equals a lot of time listening to books! Here are a few of my favorite recent reads.
The Spark: A Mother’s Story of Nurturing, Genius, and Autism* by Kristine Barnett
This book was fascinating! And while this memoir centers around the author’s son and their family’s journey with autism, Barnett points out very clearly that this book and her philosophy of finding and feeding a child’s spark is not unique to children with autism. It’s a message for all children and all parents: Find the spark. Celebrate it. Feed it. And don’t be afraid to blaze your own trail. This book was really inspiring to me both as a parent and an educator. Continue reading
I shared a quote with some early childhood educators last week, and was somewhat surprised with how deeply it seemed to resonate with them.“Your value doesn’t decrease based on someone’s inability to see your worth.” (Source Unknown)
It resonated with me as an early childhood professional as well, that’s why I shared it. But why is that the case?
The combination of a cold I picked up snuggling my sniffling 5 year old earlier in the week, together with three 1 1/2 hour presentations given in less than 24 hours time, has dropped my voice several decibels and quite likely a full octave.
Each new year, as I think on new beginnings here on the blog, I feel this strange need to reassert that I am nothing special. I am a far from perfect parent, teacher, researcher, and writer.
I am generally and generously flawed as a human being.
I don’t know why I feel the urge to make that disclaimer so frequently. Why this need to make it absolutely clear that I am, so obviously, human? The urge has been particularly strong this year, as our family is in the middle of an adventure….or in the middle of chaos, depending upon your perspective!
I think it’s because I work in this professional sphere of ideal theory and best practice, meshed with the Pinterest-perfection of the blogosphere. I want to be able to share all the best that’s out there, without creating any false illusion that I am actually doing it all perfectly myself.
Then there are days when I not only feel the need to make the disclaimer, but to ask the ever-ready “Who am I?” question.
“Who am I to teach people how to be good parents?”
“Who am I to write about classroom practice?”
“Who am I to get up in front of an auditorium full of people and tell them how to be champions for childhood?”
“Who am I to do any of it, when I’m just me — perfectly imperfect me?”
I know I’m not alone in this. I think the pandemic of perfectionism makes a valiant attempt to stop many of us in our tracks.
I hear it all around me:
My friend who worries as a blogger, about matching up with the strengths of her peers.
My friend who’s a health coach, who feels weighed down by guilt because she struggles as much as her clients do with food demons and negative self-talk.
My fellow moms who say we’re aware of the fact that we’re in charge of these little people, but quite honestly aren’t sure we know what the heck we’re doing from moment to moment.
We aren’t perfect. Not one of us.
And that’s OK.
What’s not OK, is when we let our imperfections get in the way of our greatness. Continue reading
I was thinking recently about my post, 147 Things You Don’t Need to Do for the Holidays. I stand by what I said there. We don’t have to do it all. But I’ve been thinking also about how we may sometimes take simplicity too far. That frivolity itself can have a purpose. And it is this: CONNECTION.