Sunday, 26 July 2015

Giving Small Hands Big Hearts

Today’s blog is a little on the serious side, but its something that I’ve been thinking a lot about lately. Its about parenting, a journey that I have yet to embark on myself but one that is very intertwined in my life both through work and my personal life. I am a great advocate of choice when it comes to raising children; every child and every parent is different and there is a horrendous amount of pressure on parents to parent in a way that is deemed acceptable by others. What I have discovered is that no matter what choice you make regarding your children, you’ll probably receive criticism from someone at some point down the line; put simply, parents can’t win when it comes to social acceptance.

I bought a book a while ago called ‘Out of Control, why disciplining your child doesn’t work and what will’ by Shefali Tsabary, an American clinical psychologist, which I have yet to read. I bought the book after watching an interview on YouTube with actress Laura Prepon in which she talked about growing up in a house with no rules. This resonated with me because the idea of disciplining children is one that has never sat comfortably with me. When I hear people tell children off, it is often followed by the phrase ‘they have to learn!’. You’re right, they do, but why are we so convinced that telling a child off is the only way to make them learn? I’m not even talking about the parents you pass at the bus stop who you are scared to watch but somehow can’t look away from as they yell expletives at their grubby kids. I’m talking about close friends and family and average people who are by all means wonderful parents. This is no criticism of them; we parent the way we have learnt to parent from our own experiences and by watching those around us and there is no 'correct' way to parent. But for me personally, the concept of teaching your child to ‘behave’ by making them feel shame and embarrassment just isn’t logical to me.

As adults we all have to exist and function in environments where there are both written and unwritten rules, social conventions and obligations that most of us abide by most of the time. But we’re all still learning; new jobs and new hobbies require new skills that can take time to learn. We’re all battling conflicting pressures; we want to go to our friend’s week night birthday party but we still have to make it to work on time the next morning. We all get overwhelmed; jobs can be stressful, families can be critical, friends can be difficult and sometimes when it all gets too much we don’t function at our best. And finally, we all fuck up; we all make bad decisions because we’re human and we’re not perfect. For a child, life is no different; they have far more to learn than us, their brains are less developed than ours and they too battle conflicting pressures (I want those sweets…Mum said no), they get overwhelmed and they too fuck up, because they’re human and they’re still learning.

If we looked at adults in the same way we look at children, we don’t assume that the best way to deal with those situations are to tell each other off. I’ve never met an adult who said they functioned best in a workplace in which they get yelled at and punished if they do something wrong. From my experience, the workplaces in which I work and learn most effectively are the ones in which I feel supported. Effective managers treat their employees with respect; listen to them, work through problems with them, try to understand their problems and work to find solutions. If I fuck up at work, I can be honest with my boss about it because I don’t fear her reaction; I know she’ll support me through it. We don't learn effectively when we're afraid to try because we're afraid of the consequences of doing so. An environment that harbours fear and threatens punishment as a consequence for mistakes is not one that creates happy people that feel valued, who want to learn, work hard and motivate others. It is the same for children; children learn and behave best when they feel trusted, valued and able to make mistakes without fear of punishment.

Of course, I’m not for a second suggesting that parents shouldn’t have boundaries. Discipline and boundaries are two separate things and saying ‘no’ is ok. But another part of this is our perception of what is ‘naughty’. The exploratory 18month old who pours sand in your hand bag isn’t necessarily being naughty; they’re simply exploring and learning without the knowledge that you didn’t really want to find sand in your handbag, purse, lipbalm and umbrella for the next 6 months. It's ok to teach a child not to do something that isn’t appropriate without ‘telling them off’. The two year old who cries because he wanted jam sandwiches and not ham sandwiches is not being naughty; he does not yet possess the skills to express his disappointment in an adult way, particularly if he is tired and overwhelmed. The four year old who pushes all the coasters off the coffee table despite the warning look you shoot them from across the room is yes, attention seeking, and that’s not a bad thing. We seek attention when we need attention, because we have unmet needs, because we need someone to listen to us and understand us.


As adults when we feel overwhelmed, tired, stressed, when we make mistakes, have decisions to make and when we fuck up, what we want and what we need is understanding and support from those around us, so why don’t we give our children the same thing? This is all strictly my opinion of course and in practice I realise this is probably easier said than done; I'm sure I’ll face my own challenges with my own future children. However the no-discipline method of parenting is one that intrigues me and that I’d like to learn more about, so I’ll soon be finding out what Dr Shafali Tsabary has to say on the matter and maybe one day find out whether it really works.

Tuesday, 7 July 2015

This is about everything...

It's been a little while since I blogged. Since my last blog was centred around the tragic ups and downs of my love life, or lack of, my motivation to write tended to be a little erratic. Whilst it can be somewhat cathartic to write about the non-starter with the hot guy who invited you halfway across the country for a threesome with his petite and free-spirited girlfriend, writing about the guy who charmed you at dinner, sat with you in a coffee shop for hours, walked around the Southbank book market with you and then dumped you over text because you 'didn't have enough in common' can be a little deflating. It's hard enough having to relive the story to everyone who asks if you're 'still dating that guy' (because living vicariously through your single friend/colleague is the best way to get your kicks once you’re married), but having to put the whole story into words to stare back at you through the detached and unsympathetic screen of your computer doesn't exactly give you the warm fuzzies inside. So I'm starting a new blog, as an outlet for my creative juices and my love of writing, as well as a way of documenting my final year of my 20s. There are 15 months remaining until I hit the big 3 0 and I've come up with a 'bucket list' of sorts, not that I'm planning on actually kicking the bucket at 30, but it's a little catchier than my 'things I'd like to do before I'm 30 list'. I plan to document my bucket list adventures, but I'd be denying myself an opportunity to let the endless chatter in my mind spill out on to paper (of the virtual kind) if I restricted myself to a theme or topic, and so this blog is about everything.


Firstly, as I head towards my 29th birthday, it feels good to say I know myself pretty well. In the last year it feels a little like a lightbulb has come on my mind, I'm more comfortable with myself than I ever have been. Of course I miss the size 8 figure, the forgiving metabolism and the recklessness of my 18 year old self, but I don't miss the uncertainty and the unseen but ever-present pressure to fit in and be accepted. At 28, I’m comfortable with my style, my sexuality, my music taste, my interests and hobbies, my friends and (almost) my body. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t spend every day feeling full of life and never regretting that fourth chocolate digestive before 10am on a Monday morning; the difference is that I value myself on my own opinions of me, and not the opinions of others. Seeking acceptance from others seems to masquerade itself as self-acceptance all too often through the endless Instagram posts, YouTube videos and Twitter feeds of the under 30s. I’m no stranger to a selfie, but posting endless Valencia filtered photos of yourself in full make-up doesn’t necessarily mean you’re comfortable with what you see in the mirror after you take your makeup off at night. If you need a certain number of ‘likes’ to validate your belief that you’re attractive, that doesn’t constitute self-acceptance. So I consider myself pretty fortunate to be 28 and comfortable with who I am. So in the spirit of self-acceptance, I look forward to sharing my journey, my thoughts and my ramblings with whoever happens to stumble across them.