Trust Your Gut 05.05.18

 

 

I was reading a book the other day that discussed trusting your gut. As babies, we trust our gut - we laugh, cry and wiggle as our bodies need it and moms allow it, they trust their guts. 

As toddlers, we trust our gut - we crawl, touch things, eat until we’re full and start making noises without fear of reprisal and moms allow it, they trust their guts. 

Somewhere between toddlerhood and preschool, we moms stop trusting our children’s guts and start correcting their behaviors. We start teaching kids not to trust their own need to move, vocalize and eat just the right amount. I remember my mom telling me I had to clean the plate - no matter that the foods bothered me (I’m pretty sure I have sensory processing issues and was diagnosed with Crohns in my 20s - I think my food preferences as a child reflected my body’s need to trust my gut). 

What are we telling our kids about who they are when we’re constantly trying to fix their behavior. What is normal? Our school psychologist wanted us to tell our son, every time he acted like his energetic self, “that’s unusual.” In my naïveté, I did. And man do I feel badly about it. It is not my priority to make him “fit in” but rather to learn skills. I wish I’d realized this much earlier. Maybe his behavior was unusual to her but it was hardly a bad thing. If the reproach is about a behavior, you won’t have their trust. What are we doing wrong? Can we change the way we are teaching this? Let’s change our attitude!

While, yes, I know we need to teach our children how society works and what is expected of them in social and academic settings, don’t you think it’s fair to say, “trust your gut?” My son started showing signs of hyperactivity and intelligence as a baby. He never sat still. He spoke his first words at four months and read his first word (Crest, as in toothpaste) at eight months. He crawled at 5 months and walked at 11 months. He climbed and jumped without fear and when he got to pre-school at 2.5, he was regularly reprimanded for not wanting to sit still in circle time or for using critical thinking and playing with things “differently.” I knew it was wrong in my gut and moved him to another school but I fell prey to the idea of norms. And somewhere along the way, I tried to change the way he behaved despite that being how he was wired. That was a mistake! He is who he is. 

So now that he is in high school, we are trying to find an environment better suited toward his body’s need for movement while also challenging him academically and supporting his learning differences. We want to see him fly, and we know he can with appropriate accommodations. 

As a parent, I have to remind myself to not only trust my gut but trust my kids’ guts. Their behaviors are trying to communicate with me what they can’t verbalize themselves. As teens now, they can tell me some things but they have been told for so long they’re “unusual,” they don’t know what they do they know.  

Don’t wait until high school. Demand it at an early age from friends, family, school, sports coaches and religious clergy. Educate them on your differently wired child’s needs, because that’s what they are, needs. And then make sure your child knows that you support them, no matter what. Keep teaching them about societal norms while learning to accept your child’s differences. Help your child find a way to live within society without denying their own need to trust their guts. It may take some nerves, you may step outside of your comfort zone, but it will be worth it.

You are the only you. Your child is the only one of them. As Deepak Chopra once said, “The Universe needs what only you have to offer

Thoughts Are 01.14.18

As my children get older, I am finding I have a lot of time on my hands. They don’t need me during the day. They don’t need me to come to school to be a room mom or drop off forgotten lunches. Heck, they don’t even need me after school to get them to activities much anymore; they walk themselves or figure out rides with their friends. Sometimes I am called upon to be the bus driver but it is fleeting time spent together as we pick up the gaggle of kids they’re headed out with. And, next year, the oldest will get his driver’s license, then what?

I find myself trying to figure out who I am and what I should be doing with this newfound freedom. I am definitely not the same girl I was as a teen, nor the same woman I became as I entered the workforce after college. Parenthood has changed me. For better or worse, I have new things on my mind, new information in my head, and new worries that crowd my thoughts. I find myself sitting here looking at the multiple rough drafts I’ve written in my head about who I will be, what I will become, and how I will affect the world – do I even want to affect the world or do I want to affect a smaller sphere?

I’ve been trying to reclaim the things that make me happy. Over the last 14 years, my happiness was tied up with, or rather, tangled up with, my children’s happiness. Now, I find myself in a predicament, I can’t remember what made ME happy. Was it dancing to music or reading a book? Was it designing rooms and collaborating with people? I remember enjoying feeling needed, both professionally and parentally. How can I bring that into the newest draft of myself? Thoughts are “what we tell ourselves, and how we narrate the story of our own lives” (Dan Siegel and Tina Payne Bryson, The Whole-Brain Child). Funny I just read that today considering I’ve owned the book for at least five years but never finished it and now I have a blog entitled Rough Drafts. It is time for me to change the story, not just the thoughts I have about myself and my abilities, but rather, what I’ve learned, the person I’ve become and how I’ve changed over time so I can develop a new story of self.

I hope you all join me on this journey as we discover ourselves, our newest, latest drafts of our selves.

Best,

Mira