What did you do?!

I’ve been working on this post for over a month and realized it was turning into a book!  Rather than put readers through the torture of reading a VERY long post, I’m going to cover this subject in several installments.  Hope you’ll stick with me:

My husband and I have been asked this question on numerous occasions, by friends, family and parishioners at church.  We wish we had a magic formula that anyone could use, but it’s not that easy.  When it comes to how we raised our kids to be good, moral, faithful adults, a lot of things are involved.  We certainly are not perfect parents and we certainly would not say our kids are perfect.  A lot of people raise equally or even more amazing children, so we don’t have a monopoly on the market.  Much of it boils down to a few basics:  being willing to read, listen, learn and pray.  Plus when they were growing up (especially in their teens), we were the parents, they were the kids.

One of our goals for our son and daughter was to give them the confidence that they could come to us about anything.  No subject off limits, no wrong that couldn’t be fixed or forgiven.  So we started with this at very early ages.  For instance, when little ones bring up subjects that pertain to sex, we didn’t react with shock or embarrassment.  If they felt comfortable talking to us when they were young, it would be easier for them to feel that way as teens.  I remember when Eric was 4 or 5, he came up to me and giggled “I know what French kissing is.”  My internal dialog “How the heck does he even know those words go together.  What do I say?  Stay calm…..don’t act like a lunatic and scare the kid to death!”  Externally, I took a couple of deep breaths and remembered that the best way to handle this situation is to ask them a question.  So I asked him what HE thought it meant.  He proudly announced “It’s when a mom and dad kiss for a REALLY long time!”  I hugged him and said, “you are exactly right.”  Whew, dodged that bullet.  Instead of expounding on the meanings, good and bad points (and digging the hole even deeper), he told me what he knew and didn’t want any other information.  Note to self:  find out what they know and what they want to learn before giving them more information than is necessary or maybe even appropriate.

In elementary school, Eric’s class had the separate boy and girl talk about hygiene and very basic sex education (thank goodness this was before the more explicit lessons taught today!)  I asked for the information to be presented and felt it was appropriate for his age.  When I dropped him off at school that day, I encouraged him to behave during the discussions and if he had any questions or concerns, to ask me or his dad.  That afternoon, he hopped in the back seat and talked all about his day.  The subject of the special lesson never came up.  So I left it at that, figuring that evening at dinner he might broach the subject.  Not a word.  Same routine next afternoon, hopped in the back seat.  But this time he had a bit of a puzzled look on his face.  I asked him what was wrong and he said, “why did they keep talking about safe sex?  They never really explained it.”  So I reminded him of some of the previous discussions we had with him.  Then a light bulb went on!  “Why didn’t they just say ‘safe reproduction’? I would have known what they meant.”  To explain, he and his sister watched Nature and similar television shows with my husband.  Occasionally, the subject of reproduction was part of the programming, which inevitably led to questions.  I took the opportunity to talk about “safe sex” in terms of being married, not just treating it like a fun thing to do with just anyone.  Irresponsible sex could lead to diseases and unplanned pregnancy.  Anything beyond that really wasn’t necessary at a 4th or 5th grade level.


daddy date

A daughter keeps her father secretly wakeful, and worry over her robs him of sleep.        

Sirach 42:9 

 

How do girls know how they should be treated when dating?  And how do boys learn to be respectful of girls?  We read or heard somewhere (we are voracious readers and continuously work at learning more about our faith, parenting, personalities and so on – subject to address another day), that dads should take their daughters on dates and moms spend similar time with their boys.  We didn’t spend tons of money or do anything fancy.  We just wanted to be examples for them to follow.  The result:  Sarah is confident in her ability to set boundaries with boys (she’s in her 20’s but she stillcalls them “boys”).  Our favorite song for the longest time was Shania Twain’s “(If You’re Not in It for Love) I’m Outta Here!”  Eric is a gentleman, opening doors, being kind and treating women with respect.  When he was in high school, one of his teacher’s mentioned how unusual it was for a young man his age to consistently make a point of holding doors open for girls and teachers.  I didn’t see why it should be so notable, but she said I would be surprised how little of that occurs these days.

And his mother said,Eric

“Blessed be my son by the Lord.”      

Judges 17:2    

   

We are responsible first and foremost to teach our children about all aspects of life.  And ALL through their life, not just as they enter high school, or head off to college or before a wedding.

melting my heart

Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.          Proverbs 22:6

To be continued…..

…how sweet the sound.

This holiday season was a little different from most in recent years.  My brother, sister and I along with most of our kids spent about a week together in Indiana with my mom.  The last time that happened was when my dad passed away about three years ago.  It was a sudden and unexpected loss; so this new get together was bittersweet.  Between all the music, conversation, card games, football on TV and lots of teen and young adult laughter, I would catch myself missing the sound of my dad’s laughter and uproarious teasing.  He was always so comfortable around his grandkids.  They brought out the best side of him.  That sound I missed this year.

But there were other wonderful sounds that I can still recall.  Mom sharing stories of our relatives as we waded through her stacks and albums of photos.  I especially enjoy this experience because I was the first grandchild on my mom’s side of the family.  I was blessed to know and remember great-grandparents, great-aunts and uncles, grandparents.  Hearing new stories and seeing some pictures for the first time made me feel closer to my mom than I did in my youth.  All the grandkids playing games, getting loud, laughing – music to my ears.  Some may think they were a bit too loud and rambunctious, but that is the prerogative of youth!  Family dogs barking and running and finally dropping into a comfortable chairs to rest before starting the whole thing all over again added to the festivities.

A party to celebrate Mom’s 70th birthday had us all a little anxious, but what a wonderful event.  Relatives I hadn’t seen in quite a long time arrived throughout the evening.  Their reminiscing and complaints of noise reminded me of family holidays when I was young.  Some things never change.  One of my favorite sounds involved the newest generation of cousins who have taken our place, chasing each other around the room, sharing secrets, consoling the crying little ones who couldn’t keep up, hugging and kissing aunts and uncles and grandmas and each other.  Everyone singing happy birthday to Mom.  Telling her how good she looked and asking for pictures to be taken.  Even the sounds of saying goodbye, promising to keep in touch, the older voices and the younger all mixed together were noises to cherish.

Midnight mass is one of my immediate family’s yearly traditions.  Beautiful voices of the choir singing Christmastime hymns and soft “Silent Night” with the congregation joining in.  Even the quiet parts of the celebration held a wondrous sound of reverance and awe.

But of all the sounds I remember from this holiday season, the ones that mean the most to me were the  “I love you”s shared between family and friends.  I wish I could bottle them up, to open and savor far into the new year.

Joy and gladness will be found in her, thanksgiving and sound of a melody.  Isaiah 51:3

Wishing you blessings, health and happiness in 2012.