Our long story shortened...

20 years of being in love

14 years of marital bliss

5 years of infertility

9 months of a high risk pregnancy

2 perfect boys (at the same time)

1 heart failure

1 type 1 diabetes diagnosis

1 happy life

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I am a stay at home mom who is raising twins. One of my guys has type 1 diabetes and one does not. I am writing this blog to unite type 1 parents or twin parents. Comment on my posts or in the "what's your high?" and "what's your low?" to join the community of parents just trying to do the best we can!

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To praise or not to praise, that is the question.


I find myself spending my days telling my kids how awesome they are. Every thirty seconds, someone says "Mom! Look!", and the typical response is me saying, "Wow buddy! That's great!" The list of things I comment on can be anything from reading their first book to a giant poop they just took. SeriouslyBecause they are boys, I can say I comment more on the latter. 


Talking to a friend's mom the other day, I told her how much I respect what great, responsible human beings her two girls are.  I asked her what did she do to raise such great kids.


Her response was "I only told them they did a good job when they did a good job. If they didn't do a good job, they had to go back and do it again."


This really resonated with me.

 I wondered, how can I stop with all the "AWESOME buddies!" without hurting their feelings?

 How do you build your kids up, but not too much?


I, of course, want to subscribe to the theory of too much praise is never enough. I want to make my children have the most confidence possible. As we all know the older we get, our self confidence meter subtracts every year. So to start off with a ton seems like by the time they reach forty they will be equally balanced, right? Wouldn't that be a great way to know if you were getting this parenting thing right? A simple math equation. 

Too bad this is not true. Parenting is a constant question mark and thoughts of "gee, I hope I got that one right...". 

When I was a little girl the most confident girls were called stuck up. They were snotty. They were eventually ridiculed by all the other girls that got sick of being bossed around. This ended up in a large bullying session. I do not want my guys to be bullied. No one does. So, to constantly tell them how wonderful they are seems like I am already setting them up. 


I love Oprah, but I think the compassion that she taught opened up a world of unnecessary childhood praise. Parents in the 80s saw what physical and mental childhood abuse can do later to grown adults. This scared us all so straight that I think we as a society went too far in the other direction.


Now, thirty years later, I am trying to raise two boys that want an "atta boy" for picking a piece of paper off the ground. I don't want my guys to do something simple and obvious at work and expect to be praised for it. What I really want to say is "Life is hard, boys, and you are not that important.” I think if they start off this wise knowledge, any praise they do get will be kind of a welcomed surprise. I don't want to create a life of dissappointments because their bosses don't treat them like their mother did. I want them to do a good job because THEY want to make THEMSELVES proud not their bosses. This will feel better to them. 

But how do we get them here? 


Unfortunately, all of our good intentions of atta boys can set up our children for a life of disappointments - a life where they blame bosses, teachers, husbands or wives for not constantly recognizing what amazing humans they are.


I wish I knew the answer to the question, “How much praise is too much praise? Do you think a childhood filled with praise will lead to aadulthood of disappointment and frustration?


What do you think?




We got it! Finally! So if you have been following the drama that happens between myself and my son Zeke, Click here if you wanna catch up.   We have had our share of highs and lows trying to find him an extra cirricular activity. 

Bottom line, he has hated of every sport he has entered into. We have tried basketball, tball, and swimming. He just panics and then convinces himself that he can't do it. Then I try to convince him he can and we fight, cry(yes, both of us), yell, bribe, speak kindly and anything else I can think of to get us both on the same page. This drama has been going on for two maybe three years. 

BUT, finally he likes something! He actually LOVES something! Karate! Who knew? 

Here is why. 

Meet Kai

As you can see, this little lego man is a BAD ass! My six year old wants to be just like Kai! 

Now meet, lets just call her, "Tia". Pretend like this cartoon is really a little pretty girl in Zeke's class. I would include her real picture but I didn't ask her mom for permission and with my luck she would be in the witness protection program. So do me a favor and please use your imagination here. 

The story goes like this.  Tia signed up for Karate and invited a couple of people in their class to join her via an email.  When I asked Zeke if he wanted to that or drawing (for which he was already signed up) he said drawing. Then he got Kai. Then I told him Tia was going. The he said karate. 

When he arrived. He was, as always, intimidated by the giant gym room and recoiled a little. I, of course, said confidentally "take off your socks and shoes and sit on the black line.". In my head I was thinking, "here we go again". He dutifully sat on the line. 

Then... Tia showed up. Picture an adorable little girl walking in throwing her head back as the world turned into slow motion and a fan gently blew the hair off her face just like in the movies. Because I know that is how he saw her!  Really she kind of shyly shuffled in tried to hide her joy that Zeke was there and shrank next to him pretending she didn't see him. The two of them were adorable sitting staring straight ahead trying not to smile. A great moment. Sorry folks I didn't get out my camera fast enough. 

The Sensai came up and started having them stretch and count in Japanese to twelve. He just did it. He never once looked at me. He never once looked scared. He spoke when he asked a question. He was even animated when he did the poses. He was actually having fun! 

When it was over, he was smiling! He said "Mom, now I know how Kai feels when he practices.". So cute!