Your silence will not protect you-- no matter your age

When I was in high school I wore a pin on my winter coat that featured Audre Lorde's quote, "Your silence will not protect you." Yes, I was far more idealistic then and while I wouldn't wear a button with a slogan on my coat these days, I find myself thinking of Elie Wiesel's words almost every day of my adult life: "We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented." I am trying to raise children who know how to use their voices. I know someday I won't agree with everything they say, but I will be happy to listen to their voices and thoughts so long as they are well-reasoned and rooted in fact and not only opinion. Going back to Wiesel, it's the taking the side that matters instead of just being a bystander.

To that end when I was invited to a rally in support of reclaiming the Muslim narrative-- and US political debate for that matter- from radicalism (organized by my neighbors) I thought this might be a good opportunity to expose my almost-four-year-old, Carston, to a rally. I liked that this event would be focusing more on the positive and less on "anti-" anything and I knew people we know would be there.

I invited some of his nursery classmates and when another mom expressed interest we made it into a fun morning (brunch out, rally, Starbucks treat). I thought hard about how to best prepare him for the event and in the end kept it simple. I said that this was a gathering of people who want to remind everyone that we are all the same on the inside. To which Carston replied, "Well, of course!"

When we arrived we saw materials to make posters. I wrote simply, "Tolerance," while Carston got to work writing his name (which he can do well, just not always in the space allotted!). On his own he came up with his own slogan, which he attempted to write: "Be nice!"

12358154_10205189844932319_1179686567_nAlong with his friend, Tristan, the boys climbed up on the steps of the monument across from Providence City Hall and started chanting their words before the rally formally started. "Be nice, everyone! Be nice, everyone!"

12357959_10205189845012321_1760817161_nI suppose little people with such a simple message were interesting, so they both chatted with a reporter from The Providence Journal. They were pretty sanguine about it all, simply not understanding what the big deal was.

12387810_10205189845092323_378319833_nWe stayed through three speakers. I found it really interesting that when the onlookers cheered for a speaker Carston would respond, "You're winning!," which I can only imagine was because he participated in a Turkey Trot after Thanksgiving and so he associated large crowds and cheering with "winning" a race... [This may also be the result of having a parent who studies competition?!]

When the rabble rousers got fidgety we decided it would be a good time to leave-- if you have a preschooler you understand the "leave on a high note and don't wait for a meltdown" sentiment.

12387990_10205189844972320_254256682_nThe next day it was exciting to see their simple message in digital and actual print:

12358351_10205190348744914_813098660_n 12386764_10205189846332354_1599456669_nThis actually wasn't Carston's first time being around a diversity-related protest-related activity. Last month the two of us went to Michigan, where I grew up. If you regularly read my website or Facebook wall you know that last fall I was involved with a situation at my high school. A quick summary is that a science teacher (whom I not only never had, but whom I had never met) was fired after revealing to school administrators she was pregnant, and married to another woman. While all situations like this are complicated, I, like many other alumnae, was concerned about the message this sent to young people about acceptance, love, and diversity.

In the end over 81,000 people signed our petition that we stand with Barb Webb online, over 4000 joined our Facebook group, and we raised nearly $6000 to support students at Marian High school now. It was for the latter reason that Carston and I flew to Michigan where we both attended the mandatory professional development training for faculty and staff on Valuing Differences led by the Michigan Roundtable for Diversity and Inclusion and paid for with the funds raised through the Indiegogo campaign.

IMG_20151103_080550080_HDR In the interest of full disclosure though, this is actually how Carston spent the vast majority of the training:

IMG_20151103_083421912So he might not have quite gotten the message about diversity, but he did get to watch Power Rangers...

In any case, the day for the grown-ups was spent thinking about cultural awareness, the cycle of socialization, what an ally is, etc., topics we were told had not previously been discussed in a group setting. It appeared many people learned new facts about their individual colleagues, and their community (for instance, about changing demographics). Overall it was worthwhile, impactful, educational, and at times emotional.

Somewhat unbelievably right now the all-boys' school next year (Brother Rice, where I took Latin for two years and whose students did plays with us Marian girls and took both AP Biology and AP European History with us) is making national news for an issue related to both of these situations. For the past several years the school has made space available for its Muslim students to pray during the day. Now some (Catholic) parents are contacting the media about this, very upset.

So long as everyone is following the school's rules (attending school mass, but not taking communion, etc.) this type of diversity only adds to the overall school setting. In the 1990s I had many classmates who were not Catholic, and some who weren't Christian. And, again, assuming people follow the rules, everyone's tuition money looks the same... I love what the Brother Rice school president said, especially in response to a parent who called the prayer room "unconscionable:" "We are Catholic in the sense that we share the good news, we are not Catholic in the sense, 'Hey if you're not Catholic don't bother coming here.'"

It is somewhat jarring for me when I compare situations like this to active fall protests on various college campuses with which I have been affiliated over the years. While all may nominally be about diversity, the ways in which that diversity are expressed, or the level at which they are expressed, are quite different. Even the language is quite different at times (a reminder that words like cisgender are far from mainstream). Part of this is generational, surely, but other factors are at play too.

In any event, it's the taking a side that matters, standing up for those you know and love, along with the "being nice." I hope this is a priority for everyone in the new year, regardless of age, religion, race, geography, etc.

Book Reviewing in Action: Friedman Fellows Brothers Celebration

I get to read and think about a lot of great (parenting) books. That also means I often get a lot of ideas about what to do-- or not do, as the case may be!-- with my boys.  When I reviewed Laura Markham's latest, Peaceful Parent, Happy Siblings, for Brain, Child in the winter I knew that doing a sibling celebration was something we would try to implement. Markham is a Clinical Psychologist who previously wrote Peaceful Parent, Happy Kids. Because she saw so much sibling conflict she decided it needed its own book. In Chapter 8, "Tools to Prevent Rivalry and and Nurture Bonding," she urges parents to consider an annual sibling celebration. I loved the idea and thought focusing on the boys and their relationship would help them feel special (especially because I am their only-child mother!).

Given that both of my boys have January birthdays I decided the summer would be a good time to add an annual celebration, especially before the hectic school year began. So in August we devoted a whole Saturday to what we called "Brothers Day." They got to set the tone of the day-- in a way that reminded me of Amy Krouse Rosenthal's Yes Day!, though with more restrictions given their ages (1.5 and 3.5). In the week before our day each "selected" a present for the other and we began the day by exchanging those gifts.

 

Q gifted Carston an Iron Man action figure

 

Carston gifted Quenton more bristle blocks

 

Both were thrilled with their special treats

After that we focused on activities and meals they like. We went swimming, had KFC (one of their favorites), went to a trampoline park, and then I made one of our favorite family meals (lamb and orzo with feta cheese and spinach-- super easy in the crockpot!) and capped it off with their own cupcakes.

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It was definitely a big success and next year Quenton will be able to understand it all a bit more. We won't set the same date, but rather do it at the same time of year next August. I am guessing interests will have changed a bit since this and this also gives us a chance to celebrate that!

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This is one tip from a book I definitely recommend.

Pink Warrior Boy?

Today I faced one of my first true parenting dilemmas-- and one of the first times my partner and I have disagreed on a decision. I signed my eldest son, Carston, up for town soccer where he will play on a U4 team. He needs cleats and shin guards for the first time so we headed to a sporting goods store to get him sized and outfitted.

After relaying Carston's street shoe size the salesman found the corresponding box of Umbro cleats to try on. That box happened to hold hot pink cleats. Which happened to fit.

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Now you may recall Carston's favorite color has long been purple. He has recently expanded his "favorite" palette so that he ranks his fave colors in the following manner: "purple, pink, and blue." So after these shoes fit and Mr. Eddy of Dick's went to get him neon green shoes in the same size, Carston obviously said he wanted the pink ones. I hesitated for a second, but privately thought the neon green option was pretty heinous, so decided the pink ones were fine.

Next up were shin guards. This time Mr. Eddy used the standard black-sock covered ones for size. After finding a set that worked we thought we were done. But Carston then pointed out he could get those in hot pink as well to "match." For some reason, this suddenly struck me as a lot of hot pink.

Look, I am very open on this, but even I have my limits. Why? I've suddenly started worrying that all those pink and purple might lead to some teasing. In many ways Carston is even more "boy" than he was a year ago. Just walk into our house to see superhero detritus of shields, swords, and other fighting gear all over...

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When he asked for purple shoes for back-to-school, and specifically to wear them on his first day of his new school this week (where one of the school colors is purple), I was fine with it and even crossed to the girls' shoes at Stride Rite to make that happen. But when he then wanted "sparkly pink and purple shoes" I drew my own line. Why? That teasing worry. It wasn't aesthetic, because I know if he were a girl I would have gotten the sparkly ones.

But a new neighbor was there at Dick's (who has sons and a daughter) and she commented that times have changed and it's ok, so we went with the Pepto Bismal-pink shin guards and socks. Of course, we even got the purple ball.

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As we were walking back to the car Carston commented, "Mommy, I'm glad you brought me because Daddy wouldn't have let me get the pink stuff." Well, that's when I started to get worried...

Sure enough when we got home Carston proudly showed off his new gear. Once he was up in his room my husband then informed me that he would have just said that the pink ones weren't an option for his team. But I have this policy about not fibbing to my kids so that wouldn't fly with me.

The thing is that just as we don't want girls to think looking pretty is their thing and not being a computer scientist isn't, I don't want boys to think pink can't be their thing and being a car mechanic automatically is their domain. But when I coined the term "pink warrior girls" specifically about youth soccer players who happen to be girls, I didn't see a good male analogue.

Can Carston and other boys growing up today fight with pink and purple swords? It seems that things, even in soccer, are moving in that direction. I hope that if someone does comment on his pink shoes he can simply say, "Pink isn't just for girls, nothing is just for girls or just for boys." Or, I'll have to inform him that apparently a lot of male professional players now wear pink cleats, among other function options, per the paper of record.  [And who knew black cleats used to be made out of KANGAROO leather?! Learn something new every day.]

This seemed to assuage my partner, though I might just have to exchange  those pink shin guards for reasons solely related to TOO MUCH pink. If my parenting philosophy is captured by the phrase, "everything in moderation," then I think pink cleats and a purple/pink ball is quite enough, no?

How would you handle this situation, or how have you handled it?

Playing around with Books and TV Shows

I've been writing elsewhere lately about various different interests-- my kids, playing, pageants, figure skating, books, TV shows, and child geniuses. You can check out these three different pieces by clicking on the titles:

1) Play, Outsourced- Written as part of the blog series, 28 Days of Play, about what impacts and at times impedes playing with our children. This focuses on the somewhat surprising reason (to me) I enroll my kids in classes like Gymboree, music, dance, etc. (Spoiler alert: the repetitive play of infancy and toddlerhood often bores me.)

28days_header_cal_2015-1024x3842) Two Insider Takes on Beauty Pageants and Figure Skating: The New Memoirs of Dick Button and Kate Shindle- This book review essay about two activities I have long loved- figure skating and pageantry/Miss America- appeared on Huffington Post Books.

3) Not Just High Achievers: What Child Genius says about American achievement culture- My thoughts at Psychology Today on the finale of the Lifetime series Child Genius, following up on my previous blog post about the interesting show.

I wonder if outsourcing my sons' play at times means they will be more or less likely to be on Child Genius someday, or compete in a figure skating competition (actually, my educated opinion is that the answer to that is yes), but they likely won't be competing in beauty pageants... Time will tell!

Reading and Reviewing Parenting Books: The Long View

It's no secret that I am a voracious reader. So when I read that people no longer want to read a book-- or certain type of book-- it makes me very sad. Especially given that one of my hats is as Book Review Editor at Brain, Child Magazine (obviously focusing on books related to parenting). I must admit though that in general I agree with the authors of both articles a bit.

1) Meijler's article out on Kveller today raises the important point that following any book (whether on parenting or other philosophical) to the letter likely isn't the best idea. That's why I like to explore a range of titles on a topic and pick elements that work best for me, my family, household, or work life. In that vein, I have recently done two Top 10 Lists for Brain, Child. The first is on books about sleep and children (not just infants!) and the second is on parenting a child with special needs.

2) I also agree with Schoech that "parenting" books can often be anxiety-laden, knee-jerk, and inflammatory. That's why some of my favorite parenting books aren't actually about parenting at all. For example, see my recent reviews of The Marshmallow Test (one of the best books of any type I have read of late) and Where Children Sleep (truly thought-provoking).

Reading is a gift, as I try to teach my boys, and I hope by reading broadly we can all learn something, even if we don't always agree with everything in a book. Because, more than anything, reading should make us think (and open up new worlds, either fictional or non-fictional)!

Off to sneak in a few more pages now of Lev Grossman's The Magicians!