<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575134945358644516</id><updated>2012-02-27T08:16:39.457-08:00</updated><category term='Parenting Tools'/><title type='text'>Mary Nelsen Tamborski</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mary Nelsen Tamborski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922891764483328394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggywISRTC4c/Tutq4RHR1rI/AAAAAAAAAAg/63GzThxSqmI/s220/Mary-Tamborski.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575134945358644516.post-7154850661795860172</id><published>2012-02-26T15:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T08:16:39.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting Tools'/><title type='text'>Take Time for Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8RrgE0Jqy4/T0usUfEAZiI/AAAAAAAAACg/naGY9aukYoc/s1600/Training-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8RrgE0Jqy4/T0usUfEAZiI/AAAAAAAAACg/naGY9aukYoc/s320/Training-blog.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isn't it amazing that with almost every task in life we need to be shown what to do? The older we get, the easier an explanation may be; but when it's even a little complex or requires some greater expectation, it's better to see a demonstration or to have a little hand holding (especially in the beginning). Taking time for training may be one of the more important tools, but I often forget that my children are only 3-years and 5-years-old and they need to be taught/trained over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband has always disliked it when I remind him that we need to "take time for training." He replies, "Honey, they're not dogs." So I've needed to alter my language by reminding my husband and myself that with almost every task, chore, job, manner, behavior, etc., we need to show, teach, demonstrate, model and of course "train" our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first example for the week was taking the time to train them on how to clean their rooms. So many times, I'll threaten, bribe, make a game out of it, beg, nag and then usually end up cleaning it by myself while I resent them and every toy we've ever given them. I always wish that they could just appreciate a clean room the way I do. I know it's wishful thinking, but have any of you ever noticed that when your kids’ rooms are clean they immediately start to do gymnastics, wrestling, or wanting to have a dance party. The free space always invites them to have movement. And after all, isn't that the best kind of play--especially because there's no clean-up involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the week I took the time to go "train" my boys how to clean their rooms. I noticed during this training I was using all kinds of Positive Discipline tools, for example, Asking vs. Telling, Encouragement vs. Praise, Validating Feelings, I Love You And_____, Sense of Humor, just to name a few. In the end, this was the best experience we’ve had cleaning their rooms. I asked them when we were done how it felt to have a clean room as well as reminding them how much I appreciated their help. I also went on to say that I had full faith in them to clean it next time by themselves (I'll be sure to keep my expectations low).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example I had this week was taking the time to train them when I'm on the phone. This seems to be one of my most frustrating moments as a Mom. I think I've "trained" my kids with no manners, consideration and respect when it comes to me on the phone because for so many years I wouldn't talk on the phone when they were awake or around. I've never been a phone person anyways so to be on the phone for more than 5 minutes isn't usual. Of course the time came when I had to speak with someone on the phone just recently to set up swim lesssons for them. I knew my kids were being loud and annoying when the lady asked, "would you like to call me back at a better time?" I needed to leave the room to finish our conversation.&amp;nbsp;I immediately realized this was nobody's fault except for my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of being upset with them, I was humbled to know that this was my opportunity once again to take time for training about how to be when I'm on the phone. I agreed to be respectful by keeping my conversations short and they agreed to return the respect by staying quiet..."if I kept it short." We then went on to role-play it. The next couple of conversations were quiet and short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as kids need continuous training in academics (reading, writing, math, etc.), I’m sure their training in cleaning and manners will be an ongoing process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4575134945358644516-7154850661795860172?l=marytamborski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/feeds/7154850661795860172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2012/02/take-time-for-training.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/7154850661795860172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/7154850661795860172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2012/02/take-time-for-training.html' title='Take Time for Training'/><author><name>Mary Nelsen Tamborski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922891764483328394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggywISRTC4c/Tutq4RHR1rI/AAAAAAAAAAg/63GzThxSqmI/s220/Mary-Tamborski.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8RrgE0Jqy4/T0usUfEAZiI/AAAAAAAAACg/naGY9aukYoc/s72-c/Training-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575134945358644516.post-1187587948131396076</id><published>2012-02-19T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T15:56:23.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting Tools'/><title type='text'>Special Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rh5mY0Jy-tw/T0GL4ui1SjI/AAAAAAAAACY/Z9bIKKBb6rs/s1600/special-time-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rh5mY0Jy-tw/T0GL4ui1SjI/AAAAAAAAACY/Z9bIKKBb6rs/s320/special-time-blog.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Growing up with “Special Time” with both of my parents are some of my fondest memories of my childhood. We would take turns each week and have a “Date Night” with our parents. For example, my Mom and me would do something together while my Brother and Dad would do something together. We called it “Date Night.” Then the next week we would switch. The third week we would have a family date night, and the final week would be just my parents date night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of our date nights didn’t even consist of going out or spending money. A couple of memories were when my Brother and Dad built a fort in the house and when my Mom and I baked cookies. But the fort and the cookies were our ideas that my parents enthusiastically agreed to—another reason why it felt special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have continued this tradition with my family and my boys, although we haven’t been as consistent as I’d like to be—especially now. My oldest son and I use to have our special time at least once a month when my youngest son was still in his crib. It was easy for us to put him to bed and then have our date night, even though we weren’t actually going out anywhere. Our date nights usually consisted of a game together, followed by a movie and popcorn in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A key factor in having special time is making sure your child knows in advance that it’s their special time with you and getting them involved in planning that time. My husband and I made a mistake this week. We had special time with each of our boys, and although it was special to us, I don’t think either of the boys really noticed the time apart from their brother or even cared for that matter that they were with just one of us. If they did notice, it wasn’t as big of a deal as it could’ve been had they been more involved in the planning of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both learned that even a movie and popcorn in bed may not seem that special to us, but to call it our date night, and then to have all the planning and anticipation has made it more special for my son. &amp;nbsp;When we would plan it ahead of time, he would ask me all week if tonight was Saturday “our date night?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to start doing special time the way my family did when I was growing up. Plan it at the Family Meetings. Get a calendar. Pick the days and who they’re with, and then let them decide, where and what you’ll do. I can just imagine how special that will make them feel. I want them to have the special memories that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4575134945358644516-1187587948131396076?l=marytamborski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/feeds/1187587948131396076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2012/02/special-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/1187587948131396076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/1187587948131396076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2012/02/special-time.html' title='Special Time'/><author><name>Mary Nelsen Tamborski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922891764483328394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggywISRTC4c/Tutq4RHR1rI/AAAAAAAAAAg/63GzThxSqmI/s220/Mary-Tamborski.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rh5mY0Jy-tw/T0GL4ui1SjI/AAAAAAAAACY/Z9bIKKBb6rs/s72-c/special-time-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575134945358644516.post-4227352013778658110</id><published>2012-02-12T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T06:31:56.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting Tools'/><title type='text'>Routines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yMboB4CfMKs/TziPegsTDSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sbPtgY2Q8rM/s1600/Greyson+Routine+Chart.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yMboB4CfMKs/TziPegsTDSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sbPtgY2Q8rM/s200/Greyson+Routine+Chart.png" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Help children create routine charts to encourage self-discipline.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Create routine charts WITH your child.&lt;br /&gt;2) Brainstorm tasks that need to be done. (bedtime, morning, homework, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;3) Take pictures of your child doing each task.&lt;br /&gt;4) Let the routine chart be the boss: "What is next on your routine chart?"&lt;br /&gt;5) Do not take away from feelings of capability by adding rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people miss the point of this tool card. The operative word is “WITH.” Many of us create routines for our children that make our lives (and theirs) easier, but the point of creating routine charts WITH our kids is to help them feel capable; to teach them skills, and to invite more cooperation because they are empowered by being respectfully involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite stories about routine charts is the bedtime Routine Chart created with my son, Greyson, who at the time was 3-years-old. I prepared him for a few days simply by discussing it and telling him about it. He got excited when I told him we would go to Michael’s craft store to pick up some items, and then we would take pictures of him doing all the tasks he does before bedtime. He was more than ready when we finally sat down at the table with all our supplies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I asked him to tell me about all the things he needed to do before he went to bed. I explained to him that I would write them all down and then he would be able to pick the order that he wanted to do them. Luckily for Dad and I he picked the order that he was used to doing—like bath before pjs and teeth before books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we made our list I told him we were going to take pictures of him doing everything. He was so enthusiastic and was happy to pose for a photo doing each task. Then Greyson (with just a little help from me) stabled each photo to the ribbon we had purchased at the craft store. I made a number for each photo (Greyson was just learning his numbers) and he got to stick the numbers on the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved running to his chart to check out what to do next. If and when he'd get side tracked, I'd simply say, "Greyson, what's next on your chart?" He would run to the back of his door where it was hung and then run to do the next task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtimes are peaceful, stress free, and I can now say that I enjoy our bedtime routine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4575134945358644516-4227352013778658110?l=marytamborski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/feeds/4227352013778658110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2012/02/routines.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/4227352013778658110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/4227352013778658110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2012/02/routines.html' title='Routines'/><author><name>Mary Nelsen Tamborski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922891764483328394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggywISRTC4c/Tutq4RHR1rI/AAAAAAAAAAg/63GzThxSqmI/s220/Mary-Tamborski.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yMboB4CfMKs/TziPegsTDSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sbPtgY2Q8rM/s72-c/Greyson+Routine+Chart.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575134945358644516.post-9006779475320934025</id><published>2012-02-06T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T17:58:07.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting Tools'/><title type='text'>Compliments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JRy5KViiRmY/TzCElJV4TQI/AAAAAAAAACI/vIu9W4pDXnI/s1600/Compliments-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JRy5KViiRmY/TzCElJV4TQI/AAAAAAAAACI/vIu9W4pDXnI/s320/Compliments-blog.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It’s absolutely perfect that compliments was the tool card for this week. I recently reminded my husband how important it is for me to receive compliments from him and to be told how much I’m appreciated.&amp;nbsp; I know I never get tired of hearing how beautiful or wonderful I am. Or what a great Mother and wife I am. Doesn’t every woman like to hear these sorts of compliments?&amp;nbsp; When I hear these compliments, I instantly feel better about myself and therefore want to be and do even better. After all, I was raised with Positive Discipline parents that were full of compliments and appreciations. I even had the opportunity to hear them from my brother once a week during our family meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following are some examples I used this week, which I believe helped our family be more peaceful and cooperative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that instantly make me lose my cool and “flip my lid” is when my boys fight. Fortunately, they give me opportunities daily to practice many Positive Discipline tools. This morning they were playing really well together. But, I knew it was only a matter of time before they’d start arguing. So before they did, I complimented them by saying, “Look at how nice you boys are playing together!” “I really appreciate it.”&amp;nbsp; I went on to say, “Greyson, I love how nicely you are speaking to your brother, and how patient and calm you are being with him.” And to Reid, “I notice how well you’re working with your brother—what great teamwork.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another situation that invites me to lose my cool is getting out the door without having to nag them several times. Again this morning, because they were having so much fun playing together and having their morning dance party, I set the timer for 20 minutes. I “asked” them all the things they would need to do to be ready to go before the timer went off. Surprisingly, they named off a few more things than I was thinking—what a bonus! Naturally, they waited until the last 5-minutes before they made a mad dash to beat the buzzer. I was sure to use compliments by stating how “quickly they were cleaning up” and “how fast they were getting dressed.” I then went on to ask if they thought they’d be able to brush their teeth and comb their hair within 3-minutes? When they did—I told them how much I appreciated it and how excited I was for the day we had planned together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about compliments is that when you give them to your children, you’re also teaching them how to give them back. Selfishly, just as I had reminded my husband how important it was for me to feel appreciated and to hear compliments—I now get to look forward to my two boys giving me compliments too—yahoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4575134945358644516-9006779475320934025?l=marytamborski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/feeds/9006779475320934025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2012/02/compliments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/9006779475320934025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/9006779475320934025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2012/02/compliments.html' title='Compliments'/><author><name>Mary Nelsen Tamborski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922891764483328394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggywISRTC4c/Tutq4RHR1rI/AAAAAAAAAAg/63GzThxSqmI/s220/Mary-Tamborski.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JRy5KViiRmY/TzCElJV4TQI/AAAAAAAAACI/vIu9W4pDXnI/s72-c/Compliments-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575134945358644516.post-8272559256537605951</id><published>2012-01-31T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T12:05:47.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting Tools'/><title type='text'>Family Meetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m4fvMeNmMCs/TyTQOGEPlpI/AAAAAAAAACA/24SzJu5onCU/s1600/FamilyMeetings_blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m4fvMeNmMCs/TyTQOGEPlpI/AAAAAAAAACA/24SzJu5onCU/s320/FamilyMeetings_blog.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Family meetings have provided me with some great childhood memories. The most vivid was the family meeting we had before going to Hawaii. We first made a list of all the possible problems and then brainstormed for solutions. For example, whining or complaining during the 2-hour drive to the airport. That was an easy solution. We promised we wouldn’t. Of course, I forgot and started complaining about being thirsty. Mark poked me and said, “Shhh...remember our promise.” I was happy to stop complaining immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also promised we wouldn’t fight. (That would be a first.) Surprisingly, it was the best trip I have ever had with my brother. Our relationship was more peaceful and loving than it had ever been. We had only one problem on that trip. I don’t even remember what it was, but I do remember sitting on the sand in Waikiki Beach to solve whatever it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fond member was the way we solved the issue of chores. It seems like we had to come up with a new plan practically every week—from chore charts to chore wheels, to pulling chores out of a jar. My favorite was when we decided that Mom would put four chores on a white board and it was first come first serve to choose the two we wanted to do. We used to race home from school to get first choice. We even learned to bargain with and compromise with each other when the race was so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking forward to providing my children with the opportunity to learn the many skills taught by family meetings, and to many fond memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4575134945358644516-8272559256537605951?l=marytamborski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/feeds/8272559256537605951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-meetings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/8272559256537605951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/8272559256537605951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-meetings.html' title='Family Meetings'/><author><name>Mary Nelsen Tamborski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922891764483328394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggywISRTC4c/Tutq4RHR1rI/AAAAAAAAAAg/63GzThxSqmI/s220/Mary-Tamborski.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m4fvMeNmMCs/TyTQOGEPlpI/AAAAAAAAACA/24SzJu5onCU/s72-c/FamilyMeetings_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575134945358644516.post-8552835365981430939</id><published>2012-01-22T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T13:03:09.734-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting Tools'/><title type='text'>Connection Before Correction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iccDssp-wdc/Txx4X6WXcgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/q9ulblzGZio/s1600/Connection_blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iccDssp-wdc/Txx4X6WXcgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/q9ulblzGZio/s320/Connection_blog.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Of all the 52 tool cards--Connection Before Correction is my favorite! This seems to be the tool that I am the most consistent with.&amp;nbsp; However, I've had to smile and feel guilty at the same time when my son comes to me before I go to him with his arms open wide, ready to give a big hug.&amp;nbsp; He's even been taught to remind me to take a few deep breaths when I'm upset. I wish I could have seen my face the first time (when he was just 3-years-old) he said "Mommy, calm down and take some deep breaths." He was absolutely right. I was embarrassed and grateful at the same time. Embarrassed because my 3-year-old caught my behavior before I did, and grateful because he actually learned what I had taught him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all had a heated argument with a spouse or sibling. I think I can speak for everyone when saying that it's hard to correct ("fix") the problem when one or the other is still upset. It's usually after we've both calmed down that we're able to say, "It's all my fault"---No, "It's my fault." We then follow by saying "I'm sorry," and the other quickly responds with "I'm sorry too." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also speak freely in confessing that when I’m angry or upset, I will say and do things I don't mean. Most of the time I'm ashamed for my behavior and wished that I‘d calmed down first, or just kept my big mouth shut. These same responses and reactions happen as parents too—except more often.&amp;nbsp; How many times have we reacted to our children when they have pushed our last button? Before we know it, we can't control what comes out of our mouths and we flip our lid and totally lose control. Watch the video below to better understand flipping your lid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FmdnamW_208?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have another story that relates to this tool card. And I hope my husband doesn't think I'm "throwing him under the bus." I share these stories because I feel that many couples will be able to relate. Most couples come from completely different backgrounds. They're each raised with different parenting styles. This usually leads to one parent being more of the "Authoritarian Parent" and the other as the more "Permissive Parent." Right? So, what usually happens is the permissive parent is even more permissive trying to make up for the authoritarian parent and vice versa. As you are learning, Positive Discipline doesn't advocate either style rather that parents be BOTH Kind and Firm. That said...my son Greyson received another Yellow Card in school on Friday, that was followed by the Red Card on Thursday. My husband was so patient and respectful with him on Thursday. He took him into our office and he sat with him and talked to him by asking questions, focusing on solutions and brainstorming ideas together on a plan for school the next day. Everyone felt great.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course all cards were off the table when the next day there was a substitute teacher...sigh.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When Greyson received his yellow card, and my husband received ANOTHER talk from the teacher—well let's just say he wasn't as cool as he was the day before. He felt like "everything he had said went in one ear and out the other." I think he felt discouraged, and that being respectful and calm wasn't working. He was getting to the point of "flipping his lid" when I had suggested that he calm down and let me talk to Greyson. His interpretation of that request was that I was "rescuing, coddling, and babying him." My interpretation was that I was "Connecting Before Correcting." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was obvious that they were both upset, so I knew that this was not the time to resolve conflict or to problem solve. My husband thought that I wasn't being supportive of him, yet it was the exact opposite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my son had calmed down I was able to relay this message in a calm, kind and respectful tone. I was absolutely supporting him, just not in the way that he wanted me to. I explained to my husband that when a baby learns to talk, they don't start speaking in sentences right away, not even in a few weeks or months for that matter. It sometimes takes years, before they are speaking in sentences, with words we can understand. This analogy also applies to learning life skills and the lessons we're teaching every time we have the opportunity. Most of these opportunities are brought to us with challenges.&amp;nbsp; Just as my son was able to remind me to take deep breaths to calm down—he is learning and it's all happening one day at a time and one challenge/opportunity at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day my husband and son were connected with hugs and apologies and once again--the message did get through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4575134945358644516-8552835365981430939?l=marytamborski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/feeds/8552835365981430939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2012/01/connection-before-correction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/8552835365981430939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/8552835365981430939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2012/01/connection-before-correction.html' title='Connection Before Correction'/><author><name>Mary Nelsen Tamborski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922891764483328394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggywISRTC4c/Tutq4RHR1rI/AAAAAAAAAAg/63GzThxSqmI/s220/Mary-Tamborski.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iccDssp-wdc/Txx4X6WXcgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/q9ulblzGZio/s72-c/Connection_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575134945358644516.post-2426531213576609217</id><published>2012-01-15T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T11:59:38.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting Tools'/><title type='text'>Encouragement Parenting Tool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0dEhXj5UeZU/TxMMrXENHtI/AAAAAAAAABw/zdgADuA5r2s/s1600/Encouragement-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0dEhXj5UeZU/TxMMrXENHtI/AAAAAAAAABw/zdgADuA5r2s/s320/Encouragement-blog.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In my mom’s article on &lt;a href="http://blog.positivediscipline.com/2012/01/encouragement.html" target="_blank"&gt;Encouragement&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;nbsp;she mentioned her "friend." That "friend" is me. She wanted to protect my privacy, but as you will learn throughout this year, I like to keep it real and I have no shame in saying that I am NOT a perfect parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 82 days since my son, Greyson, started Kindergarten and I must admit that I've been sucked into the behavior modification color card punishment system. I remember the first day of orientation when they had recommended that if our child does not get a "US Award" &amp;nbsp;(great behavior all day) that they should be "punished with a consequence at home." &amp;nbsp;I rolled my eyes and thought "not in our home." We don't believe in punishment--and we definitely don't believe in making them "pay" for their mistakes or for acting like a five year old...so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also believed that if I brought both the teacher and the principal a &lt;a href="http://store.positivediscipline.com/positive-discipline-in-the-classroom.html" target="_blank"&gt;Positive Discipline in the Classroom&lt;/a&gt; book that they might change the "system" they've been using for 30+ years. Oops again—there I go with my magical thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything changed when Greyson got his first RED CARD (worst you can get). I honestly can't even remember what it was for, but I can remember how I felt when the teacher pulled me aside at pick-up to explain the situation. I felt like I just got a RED CARD in parenting. Silly I know! And if you had told me that first day of school that I would've taken this "system" personally, I would have told you "don't be ridiculous." But somehow, when I was listening, with what felt like my tail between my legs, I couldn't help but to feel that my child's behavior was a reflection of my parenting. I know it's crazy!!! Especially since my mom warned me. She said, "if you're going to send Greyson to a school with this "system" then you can't feed into it. She then reminded me that it's not what they do at school but how we handle it at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greyson has provided me with several opportunities to practice. In the beginning, I did a lot of talking (telling) and had dismissed a lot of the color cards because I thought athey were ridiculous. I volunteer in his classroom twice a month so I see exactly what it takes to get a card change (such as talking to a classmate). Several times other students would have a color card change and I wasn't even sure about what they had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said--I'm embarrassed to say that I haven't stuck with the original plan to not get hooked by this system. I started punishing at home— taking away privileges, not allowing him to go to LegoLand (more painful for me that him), lecturing and threatening. Recently, after feeling completely discouraged with myself and my son, I started asking him curiosity &amp;nbsp;questions. For example, how do you think your teacher feels when she's trying to teach and you keep interrupting? Or, now that you know it's not okay to play Ninja on the carpet, "where is it that you can play?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long 3-week vacation from school, I thought for sure it would be a challenging week. I was pleasantly surprised when he came running to give me a hug at pick up and was excited to say, "I got a Green Card." He was so happy and proud! He confirmed this when I tucked him into bed that night and he shared that his happiest part of his day was getting his green card. I of course was happy because he was happy, but in the same breath I felt like my son is already being sucked into the system of thinking he is "good" when he gets a green card and that he's "bad" when he gets any color below that...ugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only 3-days later that everything started going South. He got a yellow card but his teacher told me that she wanted to give him a RED...yikes! She explained that he was extra wiggly during circle time and that he needed to be reminded several times to listen. I asked him in front of his teacher, "What would help you to listen to your teacher?" I had suggested, "What if you came up with your own code word and a silent signal that would be just between you and your teacher?" They both liked that idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited until that night when I was tucking him in and asked him the same question again. Greyson came up with the code word "ZIP" and then he showed me the silent signal of him zipping his lips closed. He loved this idea and told me he was excited to tell his teacher the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day at pick-up my fingers were crossed and sure enough it worked!!! His teacher told me that their code word and signal worked well all day...woohoo!!! I was pleased to share with her that when the child comes up with the solution that they will usually follow it. I believe that Greyson felt empowered and therefore encouraged to follow through with their agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson that I have learned in the last 82 days of school is that it definitely feels better to encourage my son and focus on finding solutions and problem solving. It felt completely discouraging to fall into the trap of punishment and consequences. Once again, using the Positive Discipline tool card for encouragement felt good to all of us. Encouraging my son felt kind and respectful for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure Greyson won’t keep his mouth zipped. It is developmentally appropriate for Kindergartners to want to “socialize” with their friends. So, we can look forward to many more colored cards and many more opportunities to keep practicing the encouragement of focusing on solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4575134945358644516-2426531213576609217?l=marytamborski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/feeds/2426531213576609217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2012/01/encouragement-parenting-tool.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/2426531213576609217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/2426531213576609217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2012/01/encouragement-parenting-tool.html' title='Encouragement Parenting Tool'/><author><name>Mary Nelsen Tamborski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922891764483328394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggywISRTC4c/Tutq4RHR1rI/AAAAAAAAAAg/63GzThxSqmI/s220/Mary-Tamborski.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0dEhXj5UeZU/TxMMrXENHtI/AAAAAAAAABw/zdgADuA5r2s/s72-c/Encouragement-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575134945358644516.post-6305050459284837335</id><published>2012-01-02T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:52:26.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Order of Tool Cards</title><content type='html'>For all of you that are interested in following along this journey of practicing all 52 Positive Discipline Parenting Tool Cards--here is the order for each week.&lt;br /&gt;What a great way to start 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 1 - Listen&lt;br /&gt;Week 2 - Encouragement&lt;br /&gt;Week 3 - Connection Before Correction&lt;br /&gt;Week 4 - Family Meetings&lt;br /&gt;Week 5 - Compliments&lt;br /&gt;Week 6 - Routines&lt;br /&gt;Week 7 - Special Time&lt;br /&gt;Week 8 - Take Time for Training&lt;br /&gt;Week 9 - Validate Feelings&lt;br /&gt;Week 10 - Positive Time Out&lt;br /&gt;Week 11 - Jobs&lt;br /&gt;Week 12 - Mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Week 13 - 3 R's of Recovery&lt;br /&gt;Week 14 - Problem Solving&lt;br /&gt;Week 15 - Limit Screen Time&lt;br /&gt;Week 16 - Follow Through&lt;br /&gt;Week 17 - Agreements&lt;br /&gt;Week 18 - Focus On Solutions&lt;br /&gt;Week 19 - Logical Consequences&lt;br /&gt;Week 20 - Natural Consequences&lt;br /&gt;Week 21 - Teach Children What to Do&lt;br /&gt;Week 22 - Put Kids in the Same&amp;nbsp; Boat&lt;br /&gt;Week 23 - Allowances&lt;br /&gt;Week 24 - Hugs&lt;br /&gt;Week 25 - Wheel of Choice&lt;br /&gt;Week 26 - Act Without Words&lt;br /&gt;Week 27 - Understand the Brain&lt;br /&gt;Week 28 - Back Talk&lt;br /&gt;Week 29 - Winning Cooperation&lt;br /&gt;Week 30 - Distract &amp;amp; Redirect&lt;br /&gt;Week 31 - Decide What You Will Do&lt;br /&gt;Week 32 - Practice&lt;br /&gt;Week 33 - Empower Your Kids&lt;br /&gt;Week 34 - Motivation&lt;br /&gt;Week 35 - Kind and Firm&lt;br /&gt;Week 36 - Pay Attention&lt;br /&gt;Week 37 - Small Steps&lt;br /&gt;Week 38 - Control Your Behavior&lt;br /&gt;Week 39 - Sense of Humor&lt;br /&gt;Week 40 - Silent Signals&lt;br /&gt;Week 41 - Letting Go&lt;br /&gt;Week 42 - Eye to Eye&lt;br /&gt;Week 43 - Closet Listening&lt;br /&gt;Week 44 - One Word&lt;br /&gt;Week 45 - Show Faith&lt;br /&gt;Week 46 - Break the Code&lt;br /&gt;Week 47 - Avoid Pampering&lt;br /&gt;Week 48 - Anger Wheel of Choice&lt;br /&gt;Week 49 - Encouragement vs Praise&lt;br /&gt;Week 50 - Limited Choices&lt;br /&gt;Week 51 - Curiosity Questions&lt;br /&gt;Week 52 - Mirror&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4575134945358644516-6305050459284837335?l=marytamborski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/feeds/6305050459284837335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2012/01/order-of-tool-cards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/6305050459284837335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/6305050459284837335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2012/01/order-of-tool-cards.html' title='Order of Tool Cards'/><author><name>Mary Nelsen Tamborski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922891764483328394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggywISRTC4c/Tutq4RHR1rI/AAAAAAAAAAg/63GzThxSqmI/s220/Mary-Tamborski.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575134945358644516.post-4737030455100919982</id><published>2011-12-27T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T18:22:13.625-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting Tools'/><title type='text'>Listening Tool Card</title><content type='html'>Mary Nelsen Tamborski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aXPn47-BJsw/Tvp9NncYmNI/AAAAAAAAABo/dqITht5vSgc/s1600/Listen-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aXPn47-BJsw/Tvp9NncYmNI/AAAAAAAAABo/dqITht5vSgc/s320/Listen-blog.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spending quality time and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;listening &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;to my boys is one of my absolute favorite things to do! Usually I'm very good at it. Then came the holiday's when I've been with them 24-7. It's been an exciting yet challenging couple of weeks with both of my boys (Greyson, 5 and Reid, 3) during their holiday break. In other words, it's been a great opportunity to practice my Positive Discipline Tool Cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my mom, Jane Nelsen, and my brother, Brad, approached me with a new project. They invited me to participate in practicing a different tool card each week for 52 weeks and then blog about it. I immediately said "Sure!" I thought to myself, this should be easy considering I practice these tool cards daily...right? Not exactly. You would think that after being raised with Positive Discipline (PD) as well as teaching parenting classes that I would be an expert at this stuff. Not even close! I will be the first person to remind every parent out there that there is no such thing as perfect parenting. In fact, the more mistakes I make, the better parent I become. After all, "Mistakes are wonderful opportunities to learn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this last week we have been practicing the tool card &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Before the week started, I thought this should be easy. I've always considered myself to be a "good listener." Parts of this tool card include; validating feeling, giving choices, and most importantly &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;listening &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;to your children. The tool card reminds us that, "Children will &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;listen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to you after they feel &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;listened&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to." I'm also really good at "Asking vs. Telling" (another tool card) so naturally I thought this would add to my children feeling heard since I would be "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;listening&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" to their choices. Wrong again. Yikes! I quickly found out that I am not as good of a listener as I thought I was. I was abruptly reminded every time one of my boys would get louder (yelling), pouting, back talking, whining, or basically any time I felt disrespected. I reacted instead of acting. I flipped by lid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so obvious now, once I'm writing about it or after I "flipped my lid" and would totally lose control. My boys were mirroring my energy/tone and the problem would escalate...sigh. Oh yeah, it's easy to forget, that we are our children biggest teachers/role-models and that we expect them to keep control of their behavior when we can't even stay in control of our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of days ago, I was driving with my mom (of course) when Greyson was acting obnoxious or in other words, like a typical 5-year-old. He was demanding that his younger brother Reid share the toy that he was playing with. Back and forth they were yelling and saying mean things. I looked at my mom and said, "I am so annoyed right now, what should I do?" She said, "Stay out of it." Did I &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;listen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to her advice? Of course not! It didn't take me long to get into the "flipped lid" response (not thinking rationally at all). Before I could even think about it I "reacted" and I turned around and said, "If you don't share with your brother and give him back his toy I'm going to take it away from both of you and then neither one of you will have it." Naturally, Greyson gave me attitude and started threatening me and was being mean and disrespect. Hmmm...I wonder why? Could it be, that he was modeling/mirroring me and my behavior. Of course he was!&amp;nbsp; After I dropped my mom off, I got out of the car to take a few deep breaths and confront my mistakes with the "expert." She kindly reminded me that so often parents expect their children to control their own behavior when the parents can't even control theirs. Right then I had my "ah ha" moment when the learning/lesson just clicks. She also went on to say that Greyson is only 5 and that I as expecting more from him at 5 then even I could model at 36. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about my mom is that she is always supportive and non-judgmental. She is constantly reminding me that everything I am feeling and doing (mistakes and all) she did too. I am continuing to practice &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;listening&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; this week, but when I am not &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;l&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;istening &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;the clues that I am getting are loud and clear; it's mostly when my kids are feeling frustrated and therefore shouting or saying hurtful things. (We hurt when we feel hurt) and we don't listen when we too don't feel &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;listened &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;to. My mom reminded me that the times I &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;listen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to my children outnumber the times I “lose it.”&amp;nbsp; Mistakes are my reminder to, STOP, take a deep breath, validate their feelings, ask for their ideas, respectfully give them choices—or just let them have their feelings and faith that they can work through their frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day it was Christmas morning and Greyson had the idea of playing Santa Claus where he would bring the presents from under the tree to everyone--since he's learning how to read, he was feeling proud and capable of this task. Before we could agree, his younger brother Reid said, "I want to play Santa Claus." Before we knew it the boys were already arguing and the first present hadn't even been opened yet. Dad immediately chimed in and started giving his two cents, and nobody was being "heard." I said, "Let's &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;listen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; one at a time until we can all agree." Once we finally let Greyson speak and we &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;listened&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, he came up with a brilliant solution of letting his brother help by Greyson reading the names, and Reid would deliver them. It's amazing, that when you can actually stop and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;listen &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;to what your children have to say, they can come up with some great solutions. I believe that as parents, we underestimate our children and their intelligence and logical thinking...even at 5 years old.&amp;nbsp; After all, we want our children to be critical thinkers, and problem solvers, but so many times we butt in and take away their opportunities. In the end, it's funny to think about how Christmas is suppose to be about the kids but as parents we want it to be "ideal" or "perfect" and then it ends up being more about us then the kids...oops again!&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say, that when I use PD...it works! Every single time! But, when I slip and fall (which I often do), another lesson will be learned.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to all the Positive Discipline parents out there and to a Happy New Year...mistakes and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note: Greyson asked me earlier this week if he has "sensitive ears?" One of his friends had stayed at our house for a sleepover a few weeks ago, and I had told Reid that when he screams, it especially hurts this friends ears because they're "sensitive." In response to Greyson question was "No, you don't have sensitive ears, your ears are perfectly fine." Greyson says, "But Daddy asked me if my ears are working and if I hear him, because I'm not listening." :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Tamborski, MFTI&lt;br /&gt;Roots &amp;amp; Wings Consulting&lt;br /&gt;(858) 254-9378&lt;br /&gt;Mary@PositiveDiscipline.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4575134945358644516-4737030455100919982?l=marytamborski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/feeds/4737030455100919982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2011/12/listening-tool-card.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/4737030455100919982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/4737030455100919982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2011/12/listening-tool-card.html' title='Listening Tool Card'/><author><name>Mary Nelsen Tamborski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922891764483328394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggywISRTC4c/Tutq4RHR1rI/AAAAAAAAAAg/63GzThxSqmI/s220/Mary-Tamborski.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aXPn47-BJsw/Tvp9NncYmNI/AAAAAAAAABo/dqITht5vSgc/s72-c/Listen-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575134945358644516.post-4594927060192445526</id><published>2011-12-22T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:37:02.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time-Out in Your Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6Y9XWzj-Vw/TvN4w4LkCiI/AAAAAAAAABc/O5LDaXsWH7o/s1600/positive_time_out.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6Y9XWzj-Vw/TvN4w4LkCiI/AAAAAAAAABc/O5LDaXsWH7o/s320/positive_time_out.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Recently my husband and I have been at a loss about our two-year-old not listening, and creating for us what seems like unnecessary battles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, Jane Nelsen, has told me that time outs don’t really work for two- year-olds—that they aren’t old enough to understand. She claims that for children at this age we just need to supervise, supervise, supervise, distract and redirect..Many times I run out of patience and feel hopeless and discouraged and do not have the patience to redirect…so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when Greyson wasn’t listening (my mom says that what I really mean is “not obeying”), I put him in his room and he got very upset, even though he wasn’t there for longer than a few seconds, and decided to do what I wanted him to do. I learned that if I kindly and firmly put him in his room while saying, “You can come out as soon as you are ready to ______,” he often willing changed his behavior and was ready to cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, he didn’t want to put his diaper on, so I put him in his room and told him that when he was ready to put his diaper on he could come out. And as soon as I shut the door he came out and said, “I am ready to put my diaper on.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I thought to myself that was easy I can’t believe it actually worked. The next day my husband was trying to get him dressed and Greyson, of course, wasn’t cooperating. So I whispered to my husband, “Tell him he is going to go to his room but can come out as soon as he is ready to get dressed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure enough, Greyson opens the door immediately and tells my husband that he’s ready to get dressed. We both look at each other like, “WOW, I can’t believe that worked.” (Secretly, I was praying that it would work—especially since I told Mark to try it and wanted him to think that I already knew what I was doing…ya right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we were getting ready to take a bath and Greyson started running around naked as I am sitting on the floor in-between the bathtub and the toilet. I grabbed his hand and said, You can go into your room until you are ready to get into the bath.” Once again, as soon as I shut the door to his room, he opens it and says, “I am ready to get into the bath.” Wow!!!! Is this really working? It seems too easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punitive time out may not be appropriate, but “time in your room until you are ready,” seems to be an adaptation that is respectful to both of us. Greyson can choose to come out as soon as he is ready, and I get cooperation on what needs to be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4575134945358644516-4594927060192445526?l=marytamborski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/feeds/4594927060192445526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-out-in-your-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/4594927060192445526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/4594927060192445526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-out-in-your-room.html' title='Time-Out in Your Room'/><author><name>Mary Nelsen Tamborski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922891764483328394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggywISRTC4c/Tutq4RHR1rI/AAAAAAAAAAg/63GzThxSqmI/s220/Mary-Tamborski.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6Y9XWzj-Vw/TvN4w4LkCiI/AAAAAAAAABc/O5LDaXsWH7o/s72-c/positive_time_out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575134945358644516.post-9115336554938160239</id><published>2011-12-22T10:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:30:47.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meltdown at Legoland (Mom and Child)</title><content type='html'>One of my absolute favorite ways to spend a day is at Legoland with my mom and my two sons Gresyon 4-years-old and Reid 2-years-old. We have been season pass holders since Gresyon was 18-months and it has always been a guaranteed great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, our last trip to Legoland provided the setting for one of our worst moments. We were about an hour into our day when Greyson asked for my phone so that he could play with one of his favorite applications (Tom Cat). Of course, without hesitation, I said “No!” My reasoning was that there were so many other things to look at and do; and, I was already starting to feel resentful that his face is buried into the phone more often than it should be—totally my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, the phone started out as a special treat (my five minutes of quiet time/sanity). However, Greyson found many fun game applications (apps) and lots of entertaining YouTube videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been against video games at a young age and limited TV time. I had to ask myself how watching my iPhone, which was beginning to seem like all the time, was any different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without advanced warning, I decided that he needs to watch less of my phone and start enjoying more of nature, the world, and simple conversations in the car when it was quiet. So, when Greyson asked to use my phone at Legoland, I told him, “No. We’re at Legoland and there are so many things to look at and do here. You’re not watching my phone.” (I have to admit that I had reached my limit and was being very FIRM, but not very KIND.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greyson freaked out (flipped his lid—a full fledged meltdown) and charged at me to hit me. Of course I was totally upset (engaged in my own metldown), and walked away from him (because what I really wanted to do, was hit him back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were with my mom, Jane Nelsen, the author of Positive Discipline (PD) I was feeling extra pressure not to lose it, so I stormed off trying to calm down and not say or do anything I would regret. As I was storming off in front of both Grandma and Greyson, I was feeling extremely irritated with him and totally frustrated with the entire philosophy PD. Just before walking away, I cried to my mom, “I’m not sure I even believe in PD. It isn’t working. All I want to do is charge back at Greyson and teach him a lesson in a not so PD way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom stayed back with Greyson, trying to calm him down with a hug because this almost always works…after all she’s the one that taught me “when we feel better we do better,” and, “a misbehaving child is a discouraged child”…right? Instead he wasn’t ready for his hug, he was ready to scream at the top of his lungs and run away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Greyson got to me, he found me sitting on a bench with my hands over my face crying. Thank goodness he felt so bad for me he gave me a big hug where we then both just melted into each other’s arms. Once we were calm we were able to talk about what made us both so angry and frustrated. Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only seconds before that I was thinking to myself, “Why in the world was I so darn excited to be a mom?” Being a mother is by far the hardest and most frustrating thing I’ve ever done—and the most wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we all sat down for lunch, my mom listened to my frustration and heard me complain that it’s so discouraging to think that I am out there teaching Positive Discipline when I cannot keep it together and practice it myself. The rational side of me knows that I could’ve used several PD tools such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared him by talking to him before about my “new rule” of having the phone only for special or (desperate) situations.&lt;br /&gt;Distracted and or redirected him with any idea or activity of what we were going to do next.&lt;br /&gt;Used sense of humor with him when he hit me, by knowing that he was upset and then talking to him later about how it hurt my feelings (and ego) when he hit me.&lt;br /&gt;My mom asked, “Mary what would you say is the percentage of time that you use PD?” I immediately responded with 98%. She started laughing. Naturally I was still fragile from the previous situation and was totally confused by her response. She said, “Oh Mary, you need to call your Dad and ask him what my response was to the same question when I felt so discouraged that I wasn’t practicing what I teach. My answer was that I probably used it 80% of the time…and I wrote the book.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama followed by saying, “Mary, you are the best mother I’ve ever seen, and there’s no such thing as a perfect parent.” There were reminders of that all day from other parents who were dealing with their kids that were “having meltdowns,” and vice versa. I know that I need to quit being so hard on myself, but when I’m in the middle of “that moment” and we’ve both “flipped our lids,” it’s so difficult to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t that much later that I was watching my two most adorable boys eating their lunch, feeding the birds, smiling and laughing. Mom smiled and asked, “Would you trade any of this?” Without hesitation my response was, “Absolutely not.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I learned that Positive Discipline almost always works, but I don’t always work Positive Discipline—am I’m not the only one. We forget that we often expect our children to control their behavior when we don’t control our own. We also forget that it is not normal to be perfect, and that it is normal to “lose it” sometimes—adults and children. I was again reminded to quit expecting perfection of my children, and myself, to have the courage to be imperfect, and to keep learning from my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that our children are our biggest teachers and if there is one thing I have learned in the last four years is that how “my children” are acting is not about them. It’s about my attitude and me, and how well I control my behavior—and that sometimes I will “lose it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys fuel me and enrich my life on a daily basis and at almost the same time they test me and teach me. In the end, it brings us all closer together and makes me a better mom who is still learning from her mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later Greyson got frustrated with me again and wanted to hit me. This time I used my sense of humor (PD Tool No. 3 above) and made a game of it until we were both laughing. Parenting can be so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4575134945358644516-9115336554938160239?l=marytamborski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/feeds/9115336554938160239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2011/12/meltdown-at-legoland-mom-and-child.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/9115336554938160239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/9115336554938160239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2011/12/meltdown-at-legoland-mom-and-child.html' title='Meltdown at Legoland (Mom and Child)'/><author><name>Mary Nelsen Tamborski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922891764483328394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggywISRTC4c/Tutq4RHR1rI/AAAAAAAAAAg/63GzThxSqmI/s220/Mary-Tamborski.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575134945358644516.post-5296145503991185380</id><published>2011-12-22T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:28:34.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying What You Mean and Meaning What you Say</title><content type='html'>I recently realized how important it is to follow through on what I say I am going to do. &amp;nbsp;It doesn’t work to threaten something I’m not willing to follow through on, and most of the time this means inconveniencing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early years are crucial for setting the standard for your child. &amp;nbsp;If you start by being a push over then it will be hard, in the long run, to convince your child that all of a sudden you’re fed up and serious, and that now you really mean it. Or that if you keep threatening it and say it enough times then they will finally listen (obey)—not likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it started with naps. My 2-year-old has never been good at taking naps; but after my second child was born I knew I had to switch him into his big boy bed and yet again change our naptime routine, Arrggh. &amp;nbsp;I was dreading the transition from crib to big boy bed because I knew he would be able to get out whenever he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time that we were all laying in his bed, quieting down for our nap, he was restless and disturbing both his baby brother and me. I told him that if he didn’t lay quietly with his brother and me that he would have to take his nap in his crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think he really understood. He was just barely two, so he was more like a parrot at this age and would just repeat what I would say. &amp;nbsp;He said something like, “My nap in crib” I repeated, “Okay, Greyson, you want to nap in your crib?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, so I put him in his crib, and naturally he cried for what I think was half of my 30 minutes nap. But when I woke up he was sleeping. &amp;nbsp;The next day when he was restless and disturbing us I asked him if he wanted to sleep in his crib and he immediately said NO, put his head on the pillow and closed his eyes. &amp;nbsp;Since then, naps have been easy—with the exception of a few threats and following through. &amp;nbsp;Following through, by letting him cry it out and having him sleep in his crib, helped him understand I was serious, meant what I said, and would do what I said. I hope that he continues to believe so—and that I can keep following through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes on Following Through from Jane Nelsen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so difficult for most parents to follow through—to say what they mean and mean what they say? Let’s count the ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wishful thinking: Parents keep hoping their children will listen to their lectures (which really means “hear and obey”).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fear that children will be traumatized: Parents are afraid their children might suffer in ways that will affect them for life—for example if they have to cry it out. I believe that parents should not cause suffering (through punishment, blame, and shame), however children can benefit from being allowed to suffer from the choices they make so they can learn resiliency and a sense of capability by learning they can survive disappointment and upset.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fear that children won’t feel loved: This is related to the above. Of course it is true, that some children may not feel loved, but in most cases I hear about, children are almost “over” loved. Parents over love when they pamper and over-protect—which is not the most loving way to help children develop self-discipline, responsibility, cooperation, and problem-solving skills.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mary is an example of the many parents I know who love their children so much that it would be very difficult for their children to adopt the belief that they aren’t loved just because they lose patience once in awhile, or when they kindly and firmly follow through and allow their children to have their feelings and work it through.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lack of confidence: Hopefully, understanding the above concepts will help parents have more faith in themselves. There are two main benefits of confidence:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Confidence creates positive energy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is easier to be both kind and firm when you have confidence that what you are doing has long-term positive benefits for your children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Notice I use the terms kind and firm over and over. This is the foundation that determines that children are treated with dignity and respect—even when they aren’t getting their own way. Following through is effective when you are kind and firm at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4575134945358644516-5296145503991185380?l=marytamborski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/feeds/5296145503991185380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2011/12/saying-what-you-mean-and-meaning-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/5296145503991185380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/5296145503991185380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2011/12/saying-what-you-mean-and-meaning-what.html' title='Saying What You Mean and Meaning What you Say'/><author><name>Mary Nelsen Tamborski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922891764483328394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggywISRTC4c/Tutq4RHR1rI/AAAAAAAAAAg/63GzThxSqmI/s220/Mary-Tamborski.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575134945358644516.post-5428906837117387025</id><published>2011-12-22T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:21:16.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs During a Temper Tantrum…easier said then done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_tH7dj6FDe8/TvNwHXFeGaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/P5jfGP2LKz0/s1600/mom_hug_podcast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_tH7dj6FDe8/TvNwHXFeGaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/P5jfGP2LKz0/s1600/mom_hug_podcast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My two boys (Greyson, three-years-old, and Reid, one-year-old) took one of our late night strolls around the block. We came upon a neighbor’s house where there were all kinds of kids playing. Greyson was fascinated by all the different activities going on. There were kids from all different age groups playing basketball, catch, riding on a scooter etc. So we stopped for about 5 minutes talking and watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started getting dark and cold, Reid started getting fussy, and I started to feel a little awkward just standing in front of this neighbor’s house while Greyson watched the “people.” When I told Greyson that it was time to go, he was not ready. He wanted to stay and watch the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I logically explained to him all the reasons of why we needed to go. After asking him the second time and him still refusing, I told him that he had a choice. He could either walk with me or hold my hand, or I would pick him up and carry him away…either way we were leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course he did not want to hold my hand, but his brother was in the Bjorn so I firmly grabbed his had and said it was time to go. What I wanted to do was drag him like a rag doll; especially because I felt like e was ignoring me and not listening…and I was going to show him who was boss and how annoyed I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was firmly holding his hand, he started crying/screaming at the top of his lungs. (Greyson has always had the loudest most ear piercing cry of any other child I or anyone else has ever encountered). Of course one of my neighbors was walking her dog and looking at me as if I just beat him…and from the sound of his cry it sounded like I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was desperately trying to be calm and to ignore his crying and to let him have his feelings, but we were both just getting more upset. I knew what to do, but did NOT want to do it. However, at the risk of embarrassing myself with the rest of the neighbors, I got down to his level and told him I needed a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally he immediately fell into my arms—willing and loving to give me a hug back. Instantly we both felt better and the crying stopped. I explained to him that we needed to go and he explained to me that he wanted to watch the people. Then we all walked home together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is that as much as I knew it would work to give him a hug when we were both feeling upset, I didn’t feel like giving him a hug. I too was mad for not getting my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving a hug in the middle of a temper tantrum, once again is easier said than done. However, after hugging, we both felt better—and behaved better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4575134945358644516-5428906837117387025?l=marytamborski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/feeds/5428906837117387025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2011/12/hugs-during-temper-tantrumeasier-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/5428906837117387025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/5428906837117387025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2011/12/hugs-during-temper-tantrumeasier-said.html' title='Hugs During a Temper Tantrum…easier said then done.'/><author><name>Mary Nelsen Tamborski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922891764483328394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggywISRTC4c/Tutq4RHR1rI/AAAAAAAAAAg/63GzThxSqmI/s220/Mary-Tamborski.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_tH7dj6FDe8/TvNwHXFeGaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/P5jfGP2LKz0/s72-c/mom_hug_podcast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4575134945358644516.post-7936916795005341152</id><published>2011-12-19T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T12:25:50.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Seat Hassles, 1 – 2 – 3, and Choices</title><content type='html'>Recently I overheard a parent counting to a child 1 2 3 and by three the child stopped what he was doing and came to his mother. I then wondered what would’ve happened at three if the child hadn’t come to his mother. So I came up with my own 1-2-3 method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start counting I say to Greyson, “I am going to count to three and on three you are going to get into your car seat. You can either climb in all by yourself or I am going to put you in it, but either way, on three you are going in your seat. He tested me only twice to see what would happen. Unfortunately we both ended up upset and I tried to tell him (as if he’s listening) that if he would have just done as I asked him to do that we both wouldn’t have ended up being upset and he wouldn’t have “given mommy a hard time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again on the third attempt and so far every attempt after he does anything I ask him to do by the count of three. YEAY!!! I believe this method has been working because he is given the choice to make a decision and then he is doing it by himself, which at this age (and I am sure every age) is a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;No Longer in the Trenches “Expert” Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning a lot from Mary and Greyson. Their experiences are inviting me to rethink and change my mind about some ideas I once felt strongly about. For example, I once thought it was ridiculous to count to three because of my belief that this simply taught children that parents don’t mean what they say until they reach three. What I have learned from Mary and Greyson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Counting to three gives them both time to process change—something they both need.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is true that Greyson may not do what he is supposed to do until Mary reaches three, but at least he has had some time to get used to the idea. He also has time to choose how to use his personal power—to choose to do something by himself, or to fight to the end while Mary does it for him. For now, he is choosing to use his power to do it himself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mary needs the count to three to give her the courage to follow through on what she says. Some parents may not need time to process change. They can say something once, mean it, and follow through. However, most parents are more like Mary and need some time. This works just as well—so long as she does follow through on the count of three.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tips for more effective use of the 1-2-3 count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be aware of what you want for your children. Bottom line—do you want your children to learn to use their personal power in useful, cooperative ways? Do you want them to feel capable, resilient, and respectful of themselves and others? When you keep the bottom line in mind, the following tips will help you achieve your goals for you and your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Understand development issues. At some level Mary knows that Greyson doesn’t “listen” to her “lectures.” It is all about power and power-struggles. Mary wants Greyson to “cooperate.” To her, “listen” means “obey.” Greyson wants to be a typical 2 1/2-year-old and dawdle, explore, experiment—and not obey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid win/lose power struggles. Power is a very subtle thing for young children. They are just discovering what their personal power is all about and they love it. They don’t want to lose their power by “giving in.” Parents interpret this to mean “defiance” or “not listening.” When you think about it, if Mary wins, that makes Greyson the loser. If Greyson wins, Mary feels like a loser.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give limited choices. Whenever possible, giving your children a limited choice provides them with a sense of power, but not tyrannical power. When this is successful, you have created win/win. When it doesn’t work, see the next tip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be kind and firm at the same time. Sometimes the “needs of the situation” (such as the law requiring that children be in car seats) requires that you do what is necessary even if your children won’t participate in a win/win scenario. During these times you may need to use the Positive Discipline tool of “deciding what you will do.” In other words, you may need to force your child to sit in his car seat. The key is to do this kindly and firmly at the same time. Sometimes the best way to do the kind part is to skip the lectures and the anger and keep your mouth shut while kindly following through on what you have to do. This will be easier to do if you remember the developmental issues. Your child isn’t trying to be defiant “against” you. He is trying to keep his personal power in tact “for” himself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4575134945358644516-7936916795005341152?l=marytamborski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/feeds/7936916795005341152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2011/12/car-seat-hassles-1-2-3-and-choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/7936916795005341152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4575134945358644516/posts/default/7936916795005341152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytamborski.blogspot.com/2011/12/car-seat-hassles-1-2-3-and-choices.html' title='Car Seat Hassles, 1 – 2 – 3, and Choices'/><author><name>Mary Nelsen Tamborski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922891764483328394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggywISRTC4c/Tutq4RHR1rI/AAAAAAAAAAg/63GzThxSqmI/s220/Mary-Tamborski.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
