Daddy questions begin...

My three and a half year old son and I were winding down after a lovely Christmas day when he said to me, "Mommy, my friends at school say I don't have a daddy."  He was very matter of fact with the statement while I was a bit taken aback.  I kept my emotions in check and asked, 'Which friends say that?"  "All of them."  The daddy issue has begun.  I knew it was coming and I knew explanations would have to be made but I did not expect it yet.  I hoped I had at least until kindergarten...I told Caleb, "You do have a daddy.  You know who he is.  He just lives far away.  Remember he visited in the summer and took you to the park and stuff?"  I went on to explain that he should tell his friends he has a daddy but he lives far away-he said he did tell them that but the 'friends' kept saying he didn't have a daddy.  So, I told him to tell his teachers when that happens or tell me and we will take care of it.  (Side note, I did not expect bullying based on family make up would start at 3.5 years old...ugh.)

His innocent face was pondering something then he says with his big brown eyes peering into my soul, "Mommy, our house as wheels, right?"  When we moved into our mobile home back in August I explained to him that our house is special because it has wheels under it..how he remembers such details, I will never know...and I certainly never expected it to come up in this type of conversation.  "Yes, it does," I replied wondering where the conversation was heading and then my heart broke.  "Then why can't we move out house to be closer to daddy's house?  It has wheels, so we can move it right?"  Did I mention that my child is THREE AND A HALF YEARS OLD?!?!   I took the time to explain that yes, in theory we could move our house to be closer to daddy (in Chicago, 450 miles away) but there would be some problems.  We wouldn't be close to Grandma and Grandpa (who Caleb ADORES and sees at least twice a week), or his brothers (really cousins who again he sees at least once a week), and mommy doesn't have a job where daddy lives.  The big brown eyes looked at me while he put his hand under his chin and he said, "Hmmm let me think about this."  Eventually he decided he wanted to stay close to Grandma and Grandpa and Aunties and Uncles and cousins and friends and daddy could visit and he could visit daddy...whew... crisis averted,  at least for now.

The topic came up, I am sure, because Caleb's dad called to wish him a Merry Christmas.  His dad calls maybe once a month and hasn't visited since July.  Before that it was December of 2012.  So, in the last year of Caleb's short life, his father has managed to see him for two visits.  Baby daddy has been pestering me to get Caleb to Chicago for a visit-which I have been trying to plan and organize but he never gets back to me regarding the details.  Being that baby daddy lives in Chicago ( I lived here in the Twin Cities when Caleb was conceived so there was never a chance we would move there, he knew from the moment I told him I was pregnant that the child's life and main place of dwelling would be here-in Minnesota-with me) one would think that he (baby daddy) would plan ahead and save some money so that the visits could be made.  But alas, he does not.  Which then puts me between a rock and hard place in terms of my role in facilitating the visitation process.  We do not have any sort of visitation or custody agreement because we were not married and, in the past, I have been incredibly generous with allowing baby daddy to stay at my house to spend time with Caleb.  Well, now that Caleb is getting older things need to shift but its complex because of the distance and the lack of relationship that Caleb really has with his dad.  Meaning, my three and a half year old boy does not know his father well enough to be able to go to Chicago with him alone for any period of time.  So, for the first couple of visits to Chicago, I need to go along.  Which then brings up the money issues...who pays for what?  In my opinion, the cost of the entire visit is the baby daddy's responsibility.  He, of course, doesn't see it that way and is incredibly cheap (even though he makes almost twice what I make in a year and has zero hands on parenting time).

So here I am, on Christmas night, not able to sleep because my son gets teased at school because of his absentee father...the conversation with my son tugs on my heart strings to the point where I feel like I should spend money to make the visits happen-for Caleb.  But the realist part of me fights that feeling because it is not my responsibility to build that relationship or to provide transportation or funding for visitation.  The lines become blurry at this point because I desperately want my son to have a strong, consistent, loving father figure in his life.  I know how important that is for a young man in this day and age-especially a boy of mixed race.  I know all that statistics of boys raised by single mothers.  I know the importance of the father-son bond.  I also know its the one aspect of Caleb's life that I truly have no control over...which is a paralyzing feeling caused by the heaps of guilt and in-adequateness I heap upon myself. 

My Caleb is a gift given to me by God.  To me.  In the situation I am in.  With the biological father he has.  For whatever reason, God chose to weave together this amazing little man in my womb and have him be born to me-here in Minnesota.  So, I have to trust that God knows what He is doing and that our Caleb will have all he needs to become the man he is designed to be....with just a single mom as his main source of support, love, guidance and parenting....a single mother who prays constantly, loves abundantly and strives to provide all that he needs with support and love of multitudes of friends and family.  I have a feeling the journey of single parenthood is going to get a lot harder before it becomes easier and there will be many more tough conversations I have to have with my dear, sweet, boy about his dad.  And it will be okay.

Toddlers and iPads-future achievement gap in the works

In the realm of public education discussions we often hear the phrase "achievement gap" tossed around.    The achievement gap is the gap between white students' academic performance and that of minorities.  There are hundreds of experts with hundreds of explanations of why this gap exists and lots of other experts with sure fire ways to reduce the gap.  I'm not going to get into all that right now...its too big of an issue.  I have a toddler son who is biracial-his dad is black and I am white.  I am also a single mother.  So, in many ways my son is part of the minority culture that is affected by the achievement gap.  However, being that he is half white and I am economically stable, and I have a Master's degree and then some regarding education, he is really not on the downside of the achievement gap.  Why?  Because, I believe, economics trumps race.  And economics trumps family situations.  As does education.  Because of my education and my status as an educator, my son has the benefit of having a 'reading specialist' as a mom.  I am at his service with my passion for reading, words and all things education overflowing every aspect of his life.  Since before he was born, he has been exposed to books, music, all kinds of food, and various people places and things.  Why?  Because of my status and my ability to expose him to such things because of my lifestyle and blessings.  I live alone with my son and in our home we have a Macbook Pro laptop, an iPad2, an iPhone, a blue ray dvd player with netflix, two stereos, an iPod, a digital camera, a Kuerig single cup brewer (which he knows how to work), and literally hundreds of books.  Those things put my kiddo on the high end of the achievement gap.  Some more so than others.  Take for example the iPad.  Right now, while I am typing away on my MacBook Pro, Caleb (who is 2.5 years old) is busy practicing pushing letters into an abyss with a bulldozer on an iPad game.  He learned to count to ten about as soon as he could talk because of a counting iPad game.  He knows how to turn the thing on by himself and how to choose which games he wants to play.  He knows everything there is to know about cement mixers and he knows that tow trucks take broken cars to the mechanic all because of games he has played on the iPad.  He can do puzzles like nobody's business again because of the iPad. Again, he's not even three years old.  And already, because of my lifestyle and what I am able to provide, he is ahead of so many other kids.  How is this technology going to impact the academic achievement gap we educators are working so hard to close?  Honestly, just thinking about it scares me.  Some kids, because of various circumstances beyond their control and choice, will not see a book or computer or even a written letter or have a book read to them before they start kindergarten or preschool.  How are those kids supposed to reach the same academic standards that Caleb is expected to reach?  How are teachers supposed to meet their educational needs as well as challenge kids like Caleb who will more than likely know how to read before they even enter the school door?

co sleeping, cry it out, balance

After months (really I guess two years since that is how old my punkin is...twenty seven months and two days if you want to be exact) I've decided to let my son sleep with me.  Some folks call it co-sleeping, some people say its an aspect of 'attachment parenting'.  For me, it just works.  I don't know why, but at home, Caleb does not sleep through the night in his own bed or crib or hammock or nest.  At my sister's house, or my brother's house, or anywhere else it seems...he sleeps just fine all night long.  Granted in those situations he is usually close to another body of some sort-a cousin, an auntie, etc.  While he is not 'in bed' with them, they are in the same room and in somewhat close proximity.  If I put him to bed in his own bed, he generally begs me to lay down next to him after our bedtime routine.  I lay by him to pray, sing a song and count then I give kisses, say I love you and leave him to sleep.  Usually he will drift to sleep only to wake up crying every two to three hours.  I have let him 'cry it out' for as long as an hour.  During this time he gets more and more agitated and angry and I get stressed out, not only because my baby boy is freaking out but because I live in a townhouse with neighbors above me, behind me and next to me separated by thin walls.  They do not need to be woken up by my lonely, angry toddler when a solution is easy-let him sleep in my bed.  Arguments against co sleeping generally focus on the idea that kids need to learn to put themselves to sleep and to 'self soothe'.  Caleb does that just fine.  He falls asleep on his own-I don't go to bed when he does, even if he does sleep in my bed.  Folks also say that allowing Caleb to sleep with me will cause him to be clingy and have separation anxiety in all situations.  Caleb has only cried when I left him a handful of times  in his life and that wasn't about me at all-he wanted a toy that had to be left in the car when I dropped him off at daycare or he was angry about not being able to go to the store with me.  These meltdowns are about control not separation anxiety.  My Caleb is friendly and independent...not clingy.  I did some reading on the benefits of co-sleeping from various sources and have decided to give up the fight.  Should everyone do co sleeping?  No.  Every child and every parent and every family is different.  Parenting is not an endeavor that can be mapped out and controlled-it must be flexible.  What works for me and my Bubbaloo doesn't work for others, and as long as Caleb is healthy, happy, growing, kind, respectful, and learning to be a productive, independent, loving member of society, its all good.

sugar sugar

As I've been tracking my food intake on myfitnesspal.com, I've noticed something.  Sugar is hidden in things you think are healthy...yes, I know this has been common knowledge for a long time and the evils of sugar have been rampant in the news lately but I didn't really get it until I saw it with my own eyes.  This is a major reason why I like myfitnesspal better than weight watchers online point tracking system.  Weight Watchers points system only figures in calories, fat and fiber when determining how many points various foods are.  It does not consider protein, sugars or other nutrients, which, in my opinion is a dangerous game to play.  Sugar, if not used in the body, turns into fat and can have other negative effects.  With weight watchers, Yoplait Fat Free yogurt is just one or maybe two points which leads one to believe that it is a good food choice.  But, while one serving of Yoplait light only has one hundred calories and no fat, it has fourteen grams of sugar!  "So what?" you might ask, "there's no fat and low calories so its all good!"  Ahhh but its NOT!  Based on my current weight and my weight loss goals, myfitnesspal calculated how many calories I should have in a day to reach my goal.  They also calculate the amount of protein, saturated fat, sugar, fiber, and poly fat.  (FYI you can also choose to have them calculate and track cholesterol, sodium, carbs, vitamin a, vitamin c, iron, potassium, and/or calcium...which is HUGELY useful to ensure you are getting what you need and really fueling your body.)  So, my daily goal of calories is 1950 and my sugar goal is 60 grams.  100 calories is only about 1/20th of my calories so no biggie, right?  Wrong!  It is 14 grams of sugar which is nearly 1/4 of my sugar intake for the day.  Chobani Greek is just as high, if not higher.  I don't know why yogurt is so high in sugar, but it is.  You are much better off just eating fruit directly or even eating meat or cheese.  Another big culprit of sugar is cereal!  I had some Kashi Go Lean Cinnamon cereal today thinking "its Kashi, its gotta be good for me!"  But again, ten grams of sugar per serving and we all know no one really sticks to just one serving of cereal!  I had two servings with soy milk (5grams of sugar) which means after breakfast, I have just 14 grams of sugar left for the day!  Grrrrrrrrr......

To put it into perspective, Bisquick pancakes prepared have NO sugar!  Yesterday I made some and tossed in a banana and blueberries for flavor.  One pancake (with the fruit figured in) has about 115 calories and 5 or so grams of sugar with 3 grams of protein!  Of course, pancakes become instruments of the devil in terms of sugar when you douse them in syrup.  By adding fruit to the batter, there is no need for syrup!  They are yummy just as they are!  You can also just mash up some fruit and use it as a topping instead of putting it into the pancake.  And when it all comes down to it, which is more filling a pancake or yogurt?  Pancakes always win!

What's my point?  You gotta look at more than just carbs, calories and fat to see how what you eat is affecting your weight and health.  By paying attention to what is in the food you eat and how those nutrients affect your body you can truly take control of your eating, health and weight.

flying solo

The hardest part of being a single parent is not having back up.  I can handle the financial stress (thankfully Caleb's dad has never challenged child support and has been financially supportive since before Caleb was born).  I have lots of family and friends who adore Caleb and are more than willing to spend time with him when I need a break from the 24/7 stress of parenting a strong willed, independent, toddler.  I am within a mile and a half of my sisters and my mother so when I have meltdown, or Caleb gets a gash on his head, or Caleb has night terrors, or I need to know how much medication or what kind of medication to give a toddler for different ailments, or I wonder how to get him unconstipated as quickly as possible, I have access to help.  Facebook and the internet also provide a plethora of answers to those random questions that pop up while parenting a toddler.  So the challenge is not getting help and back up in those moments when I need it to be consistent.  The part that kills me is not having daily, minute to minute back up regarding consistent training of life skills...I am not, by nature, a consistent person.  I do not have a morning routine, I don't take the same route to work every day, I don't have an evening routine, I don't have a saturday routine, I don't have a cleaning routine or schedule, I don't have any sort of routine or schedule in my life really...so when it comes to imparting the ability to sleep his own bed, develop a healthy morning routine (eat breakfast, put dishes in the sink, brush teeth, etc) or be potty trained or successfully banish the binky or develop and bedtime routine (clean up, bath, jammies, brush teeth, story, prayers, sleepy time), or restricting him to only one blanket at a time (he has several comfort blankets )those small blankets with the animal head on them): a monkey, a lion, a froggy, a bunny, a cow, eeyore and a pooh bear.  I gathered the menagerie with the plan that we would always have a back up incase one was lost or in the wash, and we could have one at daycare, one in the diaper bag, one at grandma's house..etc.  Last night he slept with bunny, pooh bear, and eeyore.  The plan was for binky and blankies to stay in bed and not leave the bed during the day...but those big sad brown eyes win out..alas  But I digress...

In a two parent household, the parents balance each other and back each other up in situations.  If I suck at the potty training thing, my partner can pick up the slack and support me in training Caleb.  As a working single parent, life is overwhelming and busy so it becomes challenging just to keep up with regular household things and getting enough rest while striving to keep stress low.  When it comes to battles with my toddler over potty training, his binky, his blanket, his toys or other bad habits he has picked up I can only handle so many battles in a day knowing there are no reinforcements coming to keep the battle going while I take a break.  I know I need to.  I know consistency is one of the most important things a child needs...and he does have consistency where its important.  He is consistently adored, played with, cuddled and tickled.  He also knows what is acceptable behavior and what is not.  He knows that I mean what I say.  Where I drop the ball is being consistent with working with him on developing all those healthy, big boy habits he needs.  Here's hoping it will all work out and my kid won't be 15 in diapers with a binky, a frog, a bunny and a monkey attached to him 24/7...

Caleb's Coffee

Today while I was making dinner my two year old son was sitting on the stool in the dining room.  As I silently watched he opened the top of my Cusinart Kuerig coffee machine, reached into the drawer below (where I keep the k cups), grabbed a red tea k cup, put it into the machine correctly then closed the top and said happily "Im makin coffee for my super hero!".  Thank God he either couldn't reach or didn't know that he had to push the 'brew' button to make the steaming hot water pour out.  We would have had our second trip to urgent care!  He didn't put a cup in the fill spot...  I'm amazed at how quickly he picks stuff like that up!  At two he knows how to brew a K-cup!  Perhaps I should put him to work?

Facing Reality

Every July my friend Angela and I spend a day together setting goals for the following year and reflect on how the previous year went.  Its a powerful process.  It started in July of 2009 when we both got tired of complaining about the same issues in our lives every time we got together and never making progress.  We wrote letters to ourselves with goals and dreams for the next twelve months then hid those letters away with the promise to return in one year and read our letters together and see how we did.  The act of sharing openly and honestly your failures, your fears, your hopes and your dreams is incredibly freeing and powerful.  Its an act of facing reality.  This facing reality can not be done alone-when alone you can tweak reality to fit what you think it should be.  You can lie to yourself too easily.  Choose carefully a partner in the facing reality endeavor.  Angela and I have been friends for more than fifteen years.  We have a strong history of honesty, openness and a foundation of unyielding trust.  We have seen each other at our worst and at our best.  She was in the hospital room with me when I gave birth to my beloved son (along with my two sisters...my baby daddy was not there, I'm a single mother so the people I chose to be with me throughout the birthing process were beyond important).  I officiated her wedding.  Our friendship and yearly goal setting days are not things we take lightly.  As time has passed we have see each other go through incredible challenges and survive with grace, dignity and humor.  Yesterday we took the time to look over the last few years' worth of letters to ourselves.  Since this is the fourth year we have gathered to face reality, we were able to truly think about how far we have come in some areas and how far we still need to go with some struggles.  In the past we have done more dreaming in our time together than actual goal setting.  Because we only met once a year, it was easy to forget the dreams and fall back into the regular rut of habits.  This year, we decided to take things to a new level.  We simplified our goals and made them actual goals.  Yes, we wrote down some dreams and hopes for the next year but we went far beyond that my choosing to focus on one thing we both have struggled with for all four years of our meetings-health and weight.  We broke it down and decided that we are going to get together every six weeks to adjust and evaluate our progress on these goals.  Today is day one...and for me...it did not go so well.

The first goal we made is to develop and maintain a cardio exercise routine of 30 minutes per day five days a week.  To meet that goal, we broke it down into subgoals.  Subgoal A is to track our exercise on myfitnesspal.com-wtih that we can provide encouragement to each other and its a super easy (and free) way to track fitness goals online and support each other.  Secondly, we acknowledged that we need to adjust our daily schedules to make sure we are using time wisely and creating healthy habits so, we committed to getting up at the time same time every day and going to bed at the same time every night.  I need to get up before Caleb to give myself time to work out, make breakfast, shower and get ready for the day in calm and peace.  Being a high school teacher, that means getting up at 5:30am.  Whew.   Subtract eight hours to ensure enough sleep...and that means in bed by 9:30pm.  This is going to be a HUGE challenge for me who, by nature, is a night owl.  This morning did not go well....last night I did not get to bed until about midnight.  And I am working with my lovely boy on getting him to sleep in his own bed, so we had a midnight battle over where to sleep along with another battle around 2am.  this made mommy not get up until 7:30am...when lovely Caleb came in to ask for yogurt.

The second goal we made is to stay within www.myfitnesspal.com's calorie limits 5/7 days per week or  70% of the time.  When I saw Michelle Obama on The View (who's shapely, strong arms I envy) she was talking about her cookbook and the White House garden.  The ladies of The View asked her how she encourages her kids to eat well, and whether she ever indulges in treats like ice cream and birthday cake.  She said, if you eat well 80% of the time, you don't have to worry about indulging 20% of the time.  So thats where I got the numbers.  We are starting out with 70% with the goal of moving up slowly as our habits change.  I love the food tracking on myfitnesspal.com.  You put in your weight and height and your goal weight and it calculates how many calories you should eat every day to meet that goal.  The super nice thing is that it goes beyond just calories and also tracks fat, fiber, sugar, protein  and other nutrients of your choice.  By entering my daily food choices I can see what foods really are the empty calorie and fat foods that simply do nothing for me nutritionally and I can see what foods provide what I need.  I also added three subgoals for the eating part of our goal.  Subgoal A is to plan weekly meals every Sunday.  Sundays are usually pretty chill days in our world so I should be able to plan the meals for the week and do a grocery run as needed.  The planning day might switch...depending on how things go.  Subgoal B is to eat dinner at the table with Caleb at least five nights a week.  This was also a New Year's resolution for me.  We have developed the very bad habits of pulling out whatever is easiest from the fridge and kind of snacking all evening rather than creating a healthy meal and enjoying it together at the table.  The final subgoal is to eat breakfast first thing every morning-even if its just a cup of yogurt.  Gotta get the engines going with some good food right away.

This year is the year we will do it!  Our dreams have evolved into real goals with strong action plans and motivation to become the women we were created to be-energetic, happy, successful, active women.  I'm going to use this blog as a way to track my progress and thoughts....join me on the journey if you'd like.  :)