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Monday, January 25, 2010

Teaching Children About the "S - word"

Sex.  There, I said it.  Now that that's out of the way, I'm faced with the prospect of teaching my son about it.  He will turn 12 years old in just a little over a week from this posting.  If memory serves, my eyes started noticing girls at just about that time (the middle school years).

My wife and I have both spoken with Cameron about sex and "private parts" at various times during his life.  Those talks were appropriately bland, only divulging the what we deamed necessary.  Mostly, those talks focused on safety.  "If Uncle So-and-So touches you in your private parts, you have to tell me or Mommy."  Not that my son has a "scary" uncle who is a closet pedophile.  I was just using that as an example.  But I know that, most likely, he is hearing or is about to hear his school chums tell him all of the dirty little secrets about sex which they learned from either a big brother or some T&A movie which they shouldn't have been watching to begin with.  So, it's time to break out the big guns!

I've found this book, recommended to me from a friend with an older son, called Every Young Man's Battle by Stephen Arterburn and Fred Stoeker.  This book is broken down into six parts.  And let me tell you, nothing is left unspoken!!

For each of the six parts of this book, my son will read one part on his own and by himself.  Then he passes the book to me, and I read the same part.  After we both have read the same part, then we go do something fun together and talk about what we've read.  What we do is irrelevant as my boy thinks it's fun.  Generally speaking, as long as we are doing something together, he thinks it's fun!

For me, the neat part will be hearing what he thinks and feels about what we've read.  Hopefully, Cameron will have questions about me and how I dealt with the issues in this book as an adolescent.

We've just started this process, but you know I'll blog about how each "adventure" goes!

Sunday, January 17, 2010

The Birds and the Bees

I remember when I was young how devastated I always was when my mother or father wanted to talk to me about sex.  I have, in fact, never felt terribly comfortable about the subject.  But now, as my children are getting older and approaching puberty at light speed, I must take on the roll of sex education teacher.

My wife and I have spoken to both of our children about sex at various times.  It is different now, however, because it is starting to make sense to them.  Before I could talk about sex in fairly general terms.  And most of the sex talks were focused more on child safety than on the actual act of sex.  So, while I've been thinking more and more about this, I thought I would relay a funny story regarding my daughter when the subject reared its head a few years ago.

At the time, we had just gotten a new puppy.  The puppy, as well as our older Lab, has been spade.  Still, the Lab tried to "mount" the puppy, presumably in a show of dominance.  When my daughter saw this, she asked why Sugar would try to climb onto the back of this little puppy.  My response, thinking it was innocuous, was to explain that dogs have sex in that position.  Below is a transcript of the conversation which insued.

Maddie:  "That's horrible.  I'm glad humans don't have sex."  I guess our previous conversations had meant less than I originally thought.

Me:  "Well, actually, humans have sex, too."

Maddie:  "Oh, gross!!  Thank goodness you and Mommy didn't do that!"

Me:  "Uh... well... we did, Maddie.  That's how we had you."  I smiled at her, thinking this would make things all better since it had obvious positive effects.  No such luck.

Maddie:  "You did that to Mommy!!!"

Me:  "Well, yes, but she didn't mind.  She was ok with it."

Maddie:  "She liked it?!"

Me:  "Well, I don't think I asked, but I think so."  I hope so...

Maddie:  "I've got to go talk to Mommy."

She then marched up the stairs to talk to her mother who was in our bedroom.  I didn't follow, because I had frankly had enough of the conversation.  But a few minutes later Maddie slowly walked out of our bedroom.  As she crossed the stairs, her eyes found me waiting at the bottom.  That is the only time I have ever seen my daughter look at me with complete contempt.  I'm not sure she has forgiven me yet, but I don't bring it up anymore.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Silent Boys

My son is in the 6th grade and just about to turn 12.  He is bright, energetic, and a wonderful communicator.  But of late, he has started to close up about some of his feelings.  I can feel it.  Something wicked this way comes:  the teen years.

I remember my middle school years.  They were, without doubt, the most awkward and horrifying years of my life.  And at the center of it all was one thing:  girls.  And here is my pre-teen, middle school boy whom I'm afraid is experiencing some of the same mixed up feelings.  Oh man, girls can mix up a boys head faster than the fastest roller coaster.

My boy's got this young girl whom he texts on his cell phone night and day.  I've tried to ask him about this girl.  He'll have none of it.  All I've managed to get out of him is that she is, indeed, a girl (a homophobic relief washed over me, I have to admit) and her first name.  He isn't allowed to have his phone in his room with him at bedtime.  So every time I take it from him at night, he quickly erases every text on his phone before relinquishing it.  I respect his privacy, and I certainly know that nothing inappropriate is being communicated (I have both secretly and forcibly checked, not allowing him to erase any message).  But he won't tell me (or his mother) a damn thing.

His choice to take the 5th on this issue has been bothering me for some time.  So, I've decided to write about it.  My motivation is two-fold:  to vent, and to make an attempt at puzzling this out to some resolution.  I enjoy the former and am pessimistic about the latter.

After all, what am I to do?  How can I get that sweet boy to open up about his feelings towards a girl?  And should I even worry about it?  I am confident that my son feels comfortable coming to me or his mother with problems.  But I honestly don't think he knows what in the world to do with these new and strange feelings.  Frankly, I didn't know at that age and I likely still don't.  I married the same girl whom I was dating by the 10th grade.  So it isn't like I've had multiple opportunities to practice dealing with this personally.

I guess, for now, I'll just keep gently reminding him that I am here for him if he ever wants to talk.  But that just doesn't seem like enough.  I need more.  But maybe that's the problem.  I need more, but maybe he doesn't.  Crap, now I'm confused!  Who am I actually helping by getting him to open up?  Hopefully, both me and him.  But I don't know.

So I'm resolved to keep trying.  I'll do a bit of research on the internet and run by the bookstore or library for assistance.  Surely there are plenty of publications dealing with this issue of pre-teen boys giving their parents the silent treatment in regards to girls.  But mostly I'm scared stiff looking ahead at the next several years.  It can't get any better.  All I see in front of me is a road diving quickly into the inky blackness of an emotional abyss.  I just pray that my son will let me ride in the same car as he, and maybe we can share a few thoughts about those mysterious creatures:  girls.  Damn, they are fine.  But, damn, they are agents of confusion and sorrow!

I guess I missed on my original goal of this writing.  I can't see that I've figured anything out.  Still, the written venting is good.  I'll just keep thinking.  It's about the only thing I'm decent at, anyway.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Being a Father: What it means

For most of my life I have struggled with the question of what it means to be a man.  This, obviously, will impact my ability to be an effective father.  But this definition goes well beyond physical parts that distinguish me from the fairer sex.  I'm talking about the intrinsic values that define manhood.

Not having a strong father figure as a child, I had to look outside my own home for meaning.  And for many years I was unsuccessful at finding appropriate role models.  As a high school student, no father figures or appropriate role models appeared.  Simply put, I was only spending my time around similar aged boys who couldn't have told me what it means to be a man if their life depended upon it.

In college, I likewise found no appropriate models.  The young men I encountered either treated women as objects (a skill I, unfortunately, developed quite well) or were similar to me in their hollow ideas of manhoood and simply avoided the concept deeming it unworthy and unimportant.

But it is important.  For men, it is crucial for lasting happiness and a well balanced life.  For fathers, it is absolutely critical, because the sons and daughters whom a father guides into adulthood will carry the lasting effects of their fathers for a lifetime.  When you are a bachelor, I suppose you can be selfish in your definition of manhood.  I would disagree, but I won't argue that point.  However, when you are a father, being selfish in your definition is reckless and borderline child endangerment.

First, let me state what a man/father is not.  A man is not selfish.  He does not put his needs before his family.  A man isn't the stereotype macho dude who doesn't read or enjoy a good "chick flick" every now and again.  A man does not force his way in any situation:  interrupting conversation, pushing his opinion, etc.  Before I ramble on too far about this, I will cut to the chase.

A man is kind.  He takes care of his family be it his parents, sibling, wife, or children.  A man may enjoy working with his hands (as I do), but his hands are gentle when dealing with those around him.  A man is chivalrous.  I believe he should enjoy carrying heavy objects so that women around don't have to.  This isn't to say that women are weak.  I grew up around 4 strong women.  Trust me, they are not weak.  But opening a door for a woman or carrying a heavy physical burden for her relief is kind.  Generally, men are physically stronger than women, so this kind of action seems very natural.  A man respects women.  Not only does he not treat them as physical play toys, but he also respects their opinions and ideas.  A father may be stern when disciplining his children, but he should be more interested in guidance and correction than in punishment.  A man is inquisitive and enjoys learning.  Men certainly shouldn't be too prideful when that learning comes from a source other than his own investigation. 

Of course, these are my opinions.  But I have come to these conclusions after years of trial and error.  Women, too, can be described in many of the above manners.  But that is because we are all human;  children of God.  While strengths and weaknesses may differ, one is not above the other.  And similarities are abundant.

I do believe that the classical male has difficulty communicating, especially in the arena of feelings and emotions.  But this is a glaring weakness when true.  Every man, in my humble opinion, should be diligent in working to overcome this seemingly natural phenomena.

These opinions I hold near and dear.  As a father, I pray that I can model and teach to my children how a man should act.  I want my son to grow up knowing how to treat women and children.  And I pray that he steers clear of the stereotype, overly masculine male figure which ultimately brings and unfulfilled promise.  For my daughter, I hope that she learns what to look for in a good man.  Humble, noble pursuits, generosity, and tenderness wrapped up in a playful rough and tumble male.  It is a frightening prospect being a father.  Knowing that I will fail, knowing that I will not live up to the standards expressed above completely, makes me lean a little heavier in my Father in Heaven.  When I read about Jesus in the Bible, I am reading about what it means to be a good man.  And He is the role model whom I hope to ultimately emulate.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Snow, Snow, Wonderful Snow!

Down here in the great state of Tennessee, especially in the valley of East Tennessee, we don't see much accumulating snow.  Most of the populous, except some overachieving adults, love snow.

My wife and I have lived in our current home for 13 years.  Tonight is the very first time that we have had enough snow on the roads to sled.  School is called off tomorrow (we are both teachers), and we are as happy as a lark!  As I write this blog, I am sitting in my recliner with a lap blanket next to a roaring fire.  Does life get any better?

So, what does this have to do with being a father?  Didn't you read above?  Sledding!  For the first time as a father, I got to push my kids down a giant hill covered with ice and snow.  I got to hear their screams of laughter as the rocketed (ok, that's an exaggeration) down the hill.  I got to hear, "Daddy, do you see me?"  What a wonderful elixir for the constant drum beat of life.

To be honest, my sinuses are killing me.  I have a headache.  I'm tired (Thursdays are always my tired days).  I'm a bit grumpy, too.  But the beautiful snow and the lovely smiles on my children's faces have pushed all of those (well, many of them) ills away.  At least for the moment.

Yes, being a father has its perks!

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Sibling Arguments

My two children, a son aged 11 and a daughter aged 9, love each other very much.  They play together and share often.  They show great concern and compassion for each other when one is going through some struggles either physically or emotionally.  But, boy, can the fight!

As lovely as they are with each other at times, they are just as frequently very ugly to each other.  They are selfish with apparently no motivation other than... well... selfishness.  They want to be the first at things that have no meaning or value whatsoever.  While they don't physically lash out at each other, my daughter (the youngest and much smaller than her older brother), will occasionally push or hit her older sibling.  That doesn't happen often, and hasn't happened in quite a while, frankly.  They know that their mother and I won't tolerate physical anger.  But my wife and I have to be referees just about every day.  So, since I believe this type of conflict between siblings is very common, and I know it is frequently much worse with other siblings, the question remains.  As a parent, how do you appropriately deal with bickering siblings?

Having looked into this issue from both online research and by speaking with other parents and psychologists, along with my own experience as a parent of what has worked and what hasn't, I have a few suggestions.  I am going to follow these suggestions, myself, in an effort to become a better parent.  I'll update this post in future blog entries and let you know how things are going.

Suggestion #1:  Get out of the middle
Too often I put myself in the middle of their disagreements.  I try to be the judge and jury for every argument.  But now, I'm going to try to step away from their bickering.  I will try to only be a facilitator in the resolution process making sure that basic rules of humanity are followed:  no physical or verbal abuse, and keep the dignity of the other person in tact.

Suggestion #2:  Be a good moderator
I will help my children resolve their dispute.  I understand that most of their arguments are an attempt at being independent.  In and of itself, that is not a bad thing.  It's just how that independence manifests itself.  I will attempt to get my children to understand the consequences of their decisions.  If a serious violation has occurred, then I will certainly step in and be the police.  But my primary objective will be to allow them to resolve their dispute.

Suggestion #4:  Keep love in the room
While I may not make them "kiss and make up," I will certainly be a part of letting them know that they are still loved and liked.  Before we leave the resolution process, I want to see some loving response towards each other.  At the moment, I'm not sure what form that will or should take.  But it better be there!

As stated, I'll let you know if future posts how things are going and how I think I'm doing.  It will certainly be a challenge for me.  I am so used to being the judge and police, it won't feel natural to move away from those roles.  But here's to trying!

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Tug of War

As a parent, there are many things I want to teach my children. I lose sleep over them. I ponder how I can teach and re-teach this ever growing list. The number of things I want to teach my children is easily too large to be contained in this article. But when I boil it all down, I feel that there are two things that I want to teach which far outweigh all of the others: the ability to love and to be loved.

All of the other things have their place as well, and I certainly do not forsake them for these two exceptional lessons. But being able to both give and receive love rank as the top on my list. The item that comes in second, a choice that seems to fluctuate with my mood of the day, falls well short of these preferred ideas. It isn’t even a close race.

So I am now, and have been for some time, dealing with the problematic question of how. How do I teach my children to love and to be loved? The options to this question is the focus of this writing, along with the media’s take on what love is.

I’ll start with the popular media, mostly because I recently watched a movie that proposed to explain what love is, actually. In this movie, the title of which can be found hidden within the words of this article, several scenarios of various types of love are explored. But I believe the movie makers, assuming their claim was well intentioned, got it wrong. Each of the scenarios depicted, save one, was of what I would call “new love.” By new love, I mean the early romance and energetic passion felt in what many have called the honeymoon period. Only one scenario depicted “old love,” the love shared by a man and woman who have been through it all over the course of a lengthy relationship. And even this scenario fell short, in my humble opinion, because it depicted a mature marriage on the rocks as the husband, apparently going through some stereotypic midlife crisis, wooed a younger woman with jewelry.

So, what is this movie teaching our children about love? And don’t fall into the trap of thinking that movies don’t teach us anything but only entertain us. Maybe this is the case for adults wise enough to see through the smoke and mirrors of Hollywood. But to young eyes, too naïve to understand the gulf between Hollywood and reality, movies indeed teach our children. And this movie was making the point that romance defines love. But after perusing divorce rates (an increase of 700% from 1970 to 1996, according to the Americans for Divorce Reform), we need to teach our children about “old love.” I am begging Hollywood, please show us touching movies about adults growing old together in marriage! From where I’m sitting, I cannot think of a single movie highlighting old love. Of course, as an involved (and married!) father, I take it upon myself to teach my children. But society teaches, as well. This is a fact I cannot deny.

Hopefully the model of my old and growing love for their mother will be enough to teach my children about the value and substance of old love. Because the romance shown to them in advertisements, television shows and movies are only trumpeting the value of romance; aka, new love. But new love is notoriously brittle, cracking under the constant strain of life’s stresses. And what happens to that new love when children are brought into the picture? It is my opinion that new love, if not maturing into old love, will break more times than not. Let us take it upon ourselves to espouse the value and fulfillment that one enjoys having spent their entire life with one partner in matrimony. True, sometimes I don’t exactly like my wife. And I am sure that she isn’t all that fond of me from time to time. But working through those moments, being able to look back at the growth of a relationship, and experiencing the lasting loyalty and deep happiness from a long and meaningful marriage is much more gratifying then the momentary euphoria of a passionate romance. This brings me full circle, back to my original point. I want, more than any other thing, to teach my children to love and be loved.


Without these necessary skills, moving past a simple romance is doubtful. Children need to know that they are worthy of being loved. As a father, it is my duty, and likely my most important charge, to teach this to my children. Of course, I tell my children that I love them daily. But that isn’t enough. My actions must follow my vocalization. I hug them at every available opportunity. I stop what I am doing, if at all possible, and give them my time and attention when they ask. I tell them repeatedly that I cannot think of a better way of spending my time than with them. I don’t know if all of my efforts will amount to much, so I am vigilant at recognizing opportunities to teach them that they are deserving of being loved. If, when my children are 30 years old, they understand that they deserve to be loved, then I have done half of my job.

The other half rests in their ability to express their love. Love which remains hidden is useless. What good becomes a man who loves his wife yet cannot effectively communicate his feelings? It isn’t difficult to imagine a doomed relationship. I believe the same applies to my children. As stated above, I am eager to express my love for them. But I constantly encourage my children to express their love. I make them hug every relative and thank them for their gifts, their time, etc. I tell them how special it makes others feel to be able to experience their love. Again, too little effort? Time will tell.

These two concepts I hold near to my heart. If I am to be a good father, which implies being a good husband, then I am to show my love for both my children and their mother. While I am not convinced that is enough, I am certain that my children will miss the message without my efforts. You’ve probably already done it many times today, but take a moment to love your kids right now. As my daughter read to me from a book recently, “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift, and that’s why they call it the present.”