How I made the biggest parenting mistake ever and lived to tell the tale

As soon as we recognized that Norah A. Babysaurus could comprehend the meaning of “no” and other words, we started teaching her rules.

Our greatest success was when she finally learned that she was allowed to sit on the bottom step of the staircase (which can’t be blocked by a gate) but she was not allowed to stand. It took one full day of mustering all the patience and energy we had to be firm, calm, and consistent in correcting her. When at last she ran over to the step and sat right down, once, twice, every single time,  it honestly felt like we’d won the Nobel Parenting Prize.

Then after a few weeks of almost perfect behavior on the staircase, she started standing again. Consistently. Running over to the step, climbing up, and turning around with a big smile and her arm out, saying, “Ah!” which, to us, sounded a lot like, “Ta da! I can do whatever I want!”

So we started over. As she persisted, it was hard not to get angry at her stubbornness. That smug little grin. That defiant wave. The frustration of her falling when we reached down to pick her up because she’d try to step off as soon as we got close. Over and over again.

Until one day, when I managed to resist being angry for long enough to pay attention. And this is what I realized:

She had climbed up because she wanted to practice stepping down. She wasn’t waving, she was reaching out. She wasn’t saying, “Hah! Look at me asserting my independence and derring-do!” Instead, she was trying to tell me, “Hey, Mama! I can do this, but I need a little help.” So I went to her, held out my hand and asked, “Would you like some help stepping down?” She happily took my hand for balance, carefully stepped down to the floor…and promptly sat down on the step.

I stayed and helped her practice stepping up and down a few more times, until she was ready to move on to something new. No yelling. No tantrums. No frustration. Just good, solid communication.

BOOM. That was the moment — when I realized that all of our frustration and anger was because we simply weren’t listening — I knew we had made the biggest parenting mistake we’ve ever made.

In fact, I replayed it in my mind every day. I don’t want to forget it, because I realize that it’s probably the biggest mistake we could ever possibly make. Trouble is, it’s also the easiest mistake to make.

(I should know. I communicate for a living. And also for a hobby. I also have a master’s degree in it. Which is why I’m hanging my head in the most shameful kind of shame.)

I immediately apologized for not listening sooner. She might not understand the words “I’m sorry,” but I did it anyway, just to get in the habit because one day she will understand. I want her to know that I am not perfect, but I am trying to be good. I want her to know what honest, two-way communication feels like and I don’t want her to settle for less. We hugged for a moment, then she ran off to find Big Ball, I reflected on a very valuable lesson, and everything was good again. As a matter of fact, everything was better.

Since then, Norah A. Babysaurus has started to “ask” for help before she climbs up. She’ll grab my hand and bring me over to the step, or rocking chair, or whatever she wants to try. She’ll make some small indication of what she needs me to do, and that’s what I do — no more, no less. I observe, I ask, I wait, and eventually she succeeds. And that. THAT. Knowing that she knows that we understand — that we want to understand — and that she trusts us to understand, even when she can’t express herself in a way that we’re used to: that is the best prize by far.

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Babysaurus, Olympic Champion

Citius Altius Fortius

As is inevitable when the Olympics come around, I recently had a conversation at work about which Olympic sports we could and couldn’t see ourselves attempting. Fencing? Maybe. Equestrian? Heck no! But I used to pole vault!

Then it occurred to me: instead of that silly nonsense, I should be focused on more realistic things — like which Olympic sports I could and couldn’t see Norah A. Babysaurus attempting.

For example:

Basketball, Volleyball, Handball

PROS: Speed, agility, eye-hand coordination. And all the great life skills that come with teamwork: communication, respect, trust.

CONS: Squeaky shoes. I can’t abide it.

Beach Volleyball

PROS: Again with the speed, agility, eye-hand coordination, teamwork. It’s outdoors. And it’s fast-paced, easy to follow, and exciting to watch.

CONS: Sand, wet sand, course sand, sandy sand.

Archery

PROS: If she’s anything like me or Keith, which is to say “perfectionist,” she won’t stop until she can hit the bullseye. Every time. And if she’s anything like me or Keith, which is to say “imaginative,” she’ll enjoy pretending to be Robin Hood. (You know those archers have thought it at least once.)

CONS: If she’s anything like me or Keith, which is to say “aesthetically focused,” she won’t be impressed by those bows. Or those targets! Come on!

Equestrian

PROS: Little girls love horses. Well, I didn’t. But other girls did. And there’s something to be said for the mutual respect between human and non-human that’s required to be a successful… equestrianer? and the natural grace, poise, and focus that comes with it.

CONS: Did you see Gone With the Wind?

Gymnastics, Diving

PROS: The pediatrician keeps telling us that he’d like to see us put her in gymnastics when she’s old enough, because she’s “very agile!” Considering all the flips and turns she performed in utero, she’s probably got natural ability to be successful in at least one of these sports. Plus! gymnastics is a sport for short girls, which will be perfect if she inherits all of my 5 feet and three inches.

CONS: Skull + balance beam. Skull + diving board. Skull + CONCRETE PLATFORM.

Taekwondo, Shooting

PROS: Like gymnastics, martial arts develops physical and mental strength, balance, and grace. Like archery, target shooting is great for developing focus and precision, as well as an acute self-awareness and an intuitive understanding of physics. Plus, when we have her impressive collection of shiny Taekwondo and/or shooting medals prominently displayed in the entryway, maybe Daddy won’t have to keep cleaning that pesky shotgun.

CONS: As a parent and former naive young lady, I think the benefits of intimidating those up-to-no-good boys outweigh any potential drawbacks.