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Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Hot Sauce Mom; My Opinion



My daughters and I saw the Mom hot saucing her son on the Today Show Today. My oldest, age 7 says with a very confused look on her face:
"why's she doing that?"
I tell her "because he lied" both of my kids were just confused and flabbergasted. I am glad they felt this way and were not experiencing the physiological effects I felt watching this Mother disciplining her child.

In one respect I feel bad for this mother. I believe she is suffering from ignorance. I think this is the root of many problems in our society.

We do not put enough emphasis on mental illness, how it is caused, and the lasting effects of abuse and how it causes mental illness. We live in denial, and often times the cycle repeats.

As I watched this boy being screamed at in a freezing cold shower my heart rate increased. My throat tightened. My hands started so shake. I was scared. In the past I have thought about posting publicly about the child abuse I lived through. I did not want to appear whiny or gain pity. Today, I thought it was time.

As a kid I was not "hot sauced". I was not put in a cold shower, that I recall...I was, however, hit in the face, my hair was pulled, I was kicked, screamed at, belittled daily, spanked, beaten with objects. I was abused. I will not share all the methods my Mother used to abuse us. Some of it just can't be on a blog.

I wanted to make a point though, A lot of us were abused. There was a time when I would announce "I am glad my Mother hit me, it made me a good, honest, law abiding person". That statement was ignorant. At the time I did not make the connection between the countless mental and emotional issues I suffered with the fact that I had been repeatedly, systematically broken throughout my childhood. True, beating a child and screaming at them keeps them quiet in some instances, puts them in constant FEAR. This is how I felt as a child. I feared authority figures, I worried constantly to the point of migraines & full body hives in the 2nd grade. As a teen I cut myself, was suicidal, and for a time exercised obsessively. I made bad choices and hung out with undesirable "friends" who in some cases, abused me too. It's what I had been taught what being "loved" felt like. 
And that is what corporal punishment 
of any kind will teach your child too.


 It's called PTSD, post traumatic stress disorder It's what happens when you suffer trauma. I can tell you first hand it's not easy to heal from. My easiest description is this: When you suffer trauma your fight or flight mechanism amps into full effect. If you suffer that trauma time and time again your body reacts, this fight or flight gets all kinds of goofed up. The simplest of things will begin to trigger it. Your neural pathways have been burned in a wrong direction. Think of it this way:

You should have taken a turn but the turn has been plowed shut and you drive straight through the stop sign because you cannot stop. Your brakes are not working at. all. and WHAM! you crash. 

Along with this illustration PTSD does countless negative things to your neurology, physiology and It's a rough go. Look, I am no expert, but my guess is this kid that has been hot sauced & cold showered, he's got PTSD and will suffer through it for a long time. I urge anyone that considers this type of discipline to read about the lasting effects of such methods. I am far from a perfect parent, none of us are perfect, but when we can admit that we lost our temper and screamed too loud, or too long and apologize to our child (and mean it!) The lasting effects of that will be so much more positive. You don't want your child to fear you. Honestly, I know.

Please no pity comments, I am functioning well these days, I am a good parent, and I have wonderful kids. They do not walk over me in any way, they respect me, and for the most part they listen to me;) We give them a chance to own up to lying to us and  they really do so! I am proud of that. The abuse I endured as a child is not something I like to discuss much at all. It's only a small part of what makes me, me and I don't let it control my life. That said, I do NOT deny it either. You must face these sorts of things or they will continue to cancer your psyche.

I truly hope this Mother learns from this, Herself and all her children will benefit greatly if she stops using these abusive methods of discipline.

Update: 8-24-11

The mother in this video was charged with  misdemeanor child abuse, the Anchorage Daily News reports. She faces up to a year in prison and is due to be sentenced Monday 8-29-11. Prosecutor Cynthia Franklin told the Daily News that the verdict was just. The jury “concluded that it is child abuse to hurt your child as an audition for a television show,” she said.

hmm. well, there you have it. but really, only reason this got as far as it did was due to the media. Though it is terribly negative of me, I am almost positive it won't stop many parents from "supporting" these types of discipline. They just won't be sending their videos into reality TV or TV talk shows.

What can parents and HUMANS who care do to keep children safe from abusive homes?

Follow your Gut. 

If you feel something is array in a childs life, ask about it. Do something about it. Don't get freaky paranoid about it, just don't look the other way either.
They are children, they look to adults to guide them and keep them safe. Let's do that.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Stuffed Animal Storage-Tutorial


My Children Adore Plush Toys. They have A. LOT. OF. STUFFED. ANIMALS. They loved playing with them so I can't complain too much. At times the huge bins full of them drive me nuts. They take up huge amounts of floor space! I am not really a huge fan of those nets you can buy for the ceiling. I mean, honestly what kid can reach that? what is the point really? If we are storing plush by lining our ceilings they really should be out of our homes, right?



In my oldest daughter's room my husband came up with the idea of fashioning a hammock to tie off the end of her loft bed. Did I tell you I am married to an organizational genius? yep. He's amazing, he's also a good cook, an kick ass artist...fun Daddy...so happy he's my wonderful Hubby.


You can add one of these to a regular bed, just needs to be one with a foot board.

I decided to whip up this hammock today. And I did in literally 10 minutes. here's How I did it:



you'll need:
  • 1 Throw blanket
  • 6 pieces of gross grain ribbon cut so you have enough to tie around the end of your bed rails. I used 10" pieces.
  • thread
  • bed with foot board
  1. burn the edges of your ribbon so they do not fray.
  2. fold ribbon in half and sew one piece to each corner of the blanket
  3. use the last two pieces of ribbon in the center of each long side of your blanket.
  4. Tie hammock to your bed and fill.
  5. Easy & now that huge bin is off the floor! 
disclaimer/update: First words out of youngest child's mouth when she saw this: "It would be cool if I could get in here!!" Just a note of caution, do explain the importance that this hammock is for STUFFED ANIMALS only!

    Saturday, September 4, 2010

    Positive Moments 9-4-10


    I was nearly prepared to plant my weary butt on the sofa for some Intervention episodes via DVR when I realized I want to document this wonderfully positive moment today.

    My oldest Daughter and I, at times, lock horns. She's only 7 but she can be, argumentative, emotional, silently sensitive to organic things that may be just slightly off kilter, non-stop linguistically and whew-- stubborn. We call her our little attorney. She seriously argues about things she probably really does agree with. And --sigh-- she is more like me than at times I'd like to admit.

    I struggle some days to find calm moments that she will cherish. Ruby is an extremely creative, thoughtful, mature, intelligent, diligent human. She is such a wonderful kid. I am beyond lucky to have a child like her. I know this. I remind myself of this every day, all day.

    When I say we struggle I mean, It's not always easy. She is 100% angel at school, for babysitters, and family members. She saves the true blue Ruby Tuesday for her parents. (yea, that is where part of my shop/blog name came from --a nick name we use)

    When she gets in trouble we know a BIG argument will ensue. No simple argument will do. We will need to dive deep into depths no 7 year old dreams, to analyze why exactly she did goof around with that taco for the 15th time, landing it on the floor... I smile as I type this, but when I am in the throws of her 'advanced comminication functions' it certainly feels less than smiley. It makes me proud and irritated all in the same breath. She is such a good kid.

    I can't blame her at all...the kid likes justice. When she thinks something is unfair she will certainly let you know every bit of the way around why she thinks we are seeing it wrongly.

    Tonight Ruby and I played a game, just the two of us, Mancala. I chuckle as I type this, because, initially when I was considering posting this I was remembering the word Mandala. (I am AWFUL terrible and very bad with names) I looked up Mandala and was like wow this is perfect!! But when I double checked myself, I relized it was ManCala. Nonetheless, a super fun game for Mommy and Ruby to play. We both really enjoyed two rounds of it, she totally beat me both times. She was feeling those good easy moments I strive for her to get each day and that made me so happy.

    Such a positive moment.

    I found a great Etsy Shop that makes Mancala games out of reclaimed wood. Mr Hudon makes beautiful wood pieces for sale in his etsy shop, like this Apple Box, it is very close to that season folks...give it a look!


    I wish you many positive moments my friend.
    Take good care.

    Thursday, March 18, 2010

    Play doh Storage Tip


    Busy Moms like myself have to stay organized. We have to pre-plan out how our day is going to fall into place. We must strategically accomplish an abundance of things to to keep our job security as CEO of household. Okay, yea, true, no chance my wonderful husband is firing me, he knows full well there is NO way he could begin to handle it all, but metaphorically, to keep our own mental job security, if you will.

    One thing I try and plan in my head is how to keep the kids busy if I need to get some Etsy stuff done, or house stuff, whatever needs doing that requires little interruption. For us one of the things my girls will go to town with is Play Doh. Listen, as a kid the colorful dough was totally banned from my house, It always bummed me out, so I always knew I wanted a large open stock of it for my own kids. So we do. And my girls love it.

    But the darn stuff does dry out, even when lidded properly. So. I have tip for you, to make it last longer

    It's totally quick too, so no worries. Make sure you put it in a nice ball. Let the kids collect all of the color, but make it be your Momma/Daddio hands be the ones molding that rainbow clay back into a crackless blob.

    Next? use one of the multitude of medicine droppers any parent owns, fill it up with water, put 3 drips in a normal size container, two for medium, one drip for the party pack size container. Drop your blob in, DO NOT PRESS DOWN DOUGH. affix lid, allow lid to press down doh as it needs to close.

    I tell you, it works. Just don't use too much water, only the drips as mentioned above, or it will be slimy on the bottom. If you are overzealous and this occurs, no biggie just knead the slimy part through and you'll be good to go again.

    So there you have it. We have had some of the same play doh colors for (literally)5 years. I admit we also have tossed some, but overall this helps save you from tossing a lot more.

    Have fun digging out doh from under the finger nails! & Have a Peachy Day!