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Avant! Welcome to my parenting blog archives

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As you can see by the dates below, this blog is no longer being updated. However, there’s lots of good stuff here, much of it as true now as when it was written. Please feel free to browse, or follow these links:

One last piece of parenting advice: Enjoy today even if it’s a rough one, because it’s another day of your child becoming the adult they will be.

Remember: there’s one door you can’t lock

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Being sad is part of the holiday season. Anyone in mental health care can tell you that. In my case, I’m sad this holiday season not for myself, but for others.

Many in this country appear to believe that the door to their heart can be closed and locked.

They’re wrong.

HATRED SHOULD NOT BE OUR NEW NORMAL

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Americans have always had lively disagreements about policy. Democracy is built on healthy disagreement.

But there’s something new going on:

  • People who in the past used to disagree about policy now express hatred of each other as individuals.
  • People who in the past would never have acted out in public now feel they can harass or even attack those they don’t agree with.

MY FRIENDS ARE SCARED OF THEIR FAMILIES

Every day I seem to talk to someone who is living in fear of the holidays. They used to have policy disagreements with family members, and maybe there would be a lively political fight at the dinner table.

But now their family members hate them. As people.

Their family members parrot talking heads who speak approvingly of killing people they disagree with.

Their family members display political paraphernalia that encourages hatred and violence. They drink their warm, comforting beverage out of mugs that advertise hatred of individual humans.

MY FRIENDS (and I) ARE SCARED FOR THEIR FAMILIES

I grew up around lots of intolerant people. But most of those people stated their intolerance in generalized terms and in private. They didn’t spew it into the faces of strangers at a restaurant or people standing in line at a store.

There are places in this country now where I don’t want some of my family members to go. Some of us can hide the differences that make people want to hate and hurt us.

But my friends and I have family members who can’t hide. Their skin, the shape of their nose, their Adam’s apple—something about them gives them away as someone to be despised by haters.

YOU DON’T HAVE TO HATE

My father, a conservative, and one of his closest friends, a liberal, had many lively conversations throughout my childhood. But they were friends. They were decent to each other. Their friendship deepened their understanding of “the other.”

But these days, there’s a lot of noise out there telling you that in order to be pure in your political beliefs, you have to hate those you disagree with.

It’s not true.

THIS HOLIDAY SEASON, CRACK OPEN THAT DOOR

You don’t have to love or even like politicians. I won’t tell you not to have a personal disdain, or even hatred, for a politician who promotes or enacts policies that you despise. That’s politics. That’s democracy.

But when your family members walk in that door, remember that they are individual humans. When you express hatred of humans who disagree with you, you are expressing hatred of them. Open your heart. Forget about trying to lock them out—you can’t.

That lock on your heart is poison. Hatred will eat you from the inside out. Those people who are selling hatred want you to be eaten up, they want your attention—they want to pull you away from your family.

Don’t let them.

Disagree, accept, move on.

On raising a “tryer”

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One of the major issues that parents struggle with is food. Why, living in a time and place of plenty, is food such a struggle?

Food choices often relate to family harmony, neurodiversity, gender, relationships with grandparents, health…

In other words, food is related to everything in a way that few other aspects of human lives are. That’s why I wrote the book Food for Humans: The history, science, and culture of what we eat. I wrote the text for my course at Athena’s, Yum! (I am currently seeking a publisher for the book but students who enroll get to read it in class.) The study of food is fascinating! It relates to culture, history, science, nutrition, ethics, and tradition. 

I really love teaching this class because it’s one of the times I see “aha moments” just popping and sparking from my students. So often, even if they love to eat, they’ve never even thought about food. They have no idea what the difference is between fat and oil, why British people eat from forks but Thai people eat from spoons, or where potatoes are from. Many of my students have eating issues: allergies or sensitivities, aversions, unhealthy obsessive eating. As they learn more about food, they learn more about themselves.

But long before I started writing about food, I was a dedicated foodie pregnant with my first child…

Trying to be the Perfect Mom from a hospital bed

My first attempt at forestalling pickiness was when I had just given birth. I had read that sometimes American kids reject breast milk after the mom has had a particularly flavorful meal. My husband’s response? Get me Thai takeout while my milk was coming in! When our first child was a baby we’d grind up whatever we were eating and feed it to him—regardless of how spicy or unusual. [Read about how we came to this approach.]

Our older child had a few dislikes, but that was OK in our house. (We parents have a few of our own.) Mostly, he came to love good food, and being a freshman at UC was a torturous experience for him.

And then along comes that picky eater.

Like many neurodivergent children, our younger child’s eating habits were…rather unusual. That’s when we as a family had to get out the big guns. We were tryers! We went to every grocery or restaurant offering unusual cuisine that we could find.

Did it work? Well… yes and no. He definitely developed a wider palate than most picky eaters. Since most parents, faced with a picky eater, don’t try to get them to eat unusual things, they probably wouldn’t have introduced their kids to some of my kid’s favorites: squid, smoked fish, and pickles! He went from being a picky, mac’n’cheese sort to semi-adventurous—within limits.

All grown up

It wasn’t always easy, but now both of my young adults are adventurous, (usually) healthy eaters. We had lots of unexpected twists and turns along the way. Both kids had times when eating was difficult for one reason or another. And it turned out that we have found ourselves on a completely unexpected eating path because of food allergies that were un/misdiagnosed for years.

The most satisfying part of our food life now is that our kids love to cook wonderful food for us! When you spend so many years nurturing young bodies, it’s such a treat to get to sit down with a glass of wine and wait for a new, unexpected dish to be placed in front of you.

Keys to raising healthy, adventurous eaters:

I can’t tell you how to deal with your specific issues, but I think there are two ideas to keep in mind as you raise your children.

  1. Encourage a healthy love of a wide variety of food by modeling. We parents sometimes have to confront our own issues first in this area. It’s important for us to model the eating we want to see in our kids. For example, if you don’t tend to eat raw veggies, try to start. If you won’t give up sugar, don’t ask your kid to.
  2. Foster a family food culture of adventure and inquiry. Don’t make any assumptions about your “picky” kid because you never know what they’ll end up loving. (For a while, the only protein ours loved was squid!)
  3. Seek and share information about food that connects with your child’s other interests. Got a budding scientist? Food science is fascinating. A geography buff? Find out what people eat in different countries. A social justice warrior? Food relates to everything!
  4. Include your child in growing, buying, and cooking food. So many parents decide that it’s too much trouble have kids in the kitchen, but all the trouble pays off. Teach them the basics that you know, and ask them to join you in inquiry-based learning about foods that you haven’t cooked before.

Of course, children with eating issues will not necessarily turn into gourmets overnight, but wherever you’re starting from, you can make headway and raise a child who is more open to eating and enjoying food than they were at the start.

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Armchair expertise strikes again

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I have to tell you: I am so relieved that my neighbors commenting on our local fire department’s Facebook page are such skilled wildland fire fighters that they know exactly what went wrong with a controlled burn near my town a couple of weeks ago. To think that the burn had been entrusted to people who have studied, trained, and risked their lives for years—people who need to be paid, outfitted, and managed!

Really, if the crowd on social media had been in charge, it would been just fine.

Not.

Have you noticed that Armchair Expertise seems to be at an all-time high? After I used the phrase “armchair traveler” with my students recently, I did research to find out where it came from [here’s the answer]. That was the same day that my neighbors exploded with “advice” for the fire fighters whose controlled burn, meant to mitigate fire risk in the hills nearby, jumped the lines and was briefly the talk of the neighborhood.

Fortunately, the fire fighters did just fine without my neighbors’ help.

I realize that know-it-all advice from people who can’t be bothered to get up and actually help probably started with the cavemen….

You know, Ogg, if you’d used a flint-tipped arrow instead of that spear, you might have brought home more meat for me.

…but lately, it’s become a reflex, enabled by the media people consume and fueled by the ease of social media.

It all started with reality


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Reality TV, that is. I truly believe that the rise of Reality TV in the 90s is at the root of a lot of our recent cultural changes. Personally, I never watched it. But I did notice a change in how people seemed to perceive their role in events that didn’t concern them.

Before Reality TV, people tended to get a view of events that excluded them. When you watched the evening TV news, you didn’t expect that your opinion would be addressed. And when you watched a fictional storyline unfold, you had no sense that you, an everyday person, were in there. It was fiction, created for entertainment. News was information, created to inform you.

Reality TV, along with 24-hour cable news, did away with that separation. We were supposed to believe that the Survivors really were fighting for their lives, and that we really could be one of them. We were led to believe that our opinions about the news were of equal importance to the news itself.

Then reality went social

It got worse with the arrival of social media. Suddenly, you didn’t have to take out a piece of paper and write, find a stamp and send, when you wanted to express your opinion. You didn’t actually have to show up at your school board meeting. You didn’t even have to face your real, live neighbors when you could just pretend to be a neighbor on NextDoor.

There was a lot of pushback in the past about the “gatekeepers” who were controlling the media and not allowing real voices in. These days, it feels like we could use a few gatekeepers!

The result: a lack of respect for expertise

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Armchair everythings abound in our society. Armchair epidemiologists argue with the people who actually went to school and actually learned how to read data. Armchair legislators hate everything their government does but can’t be bothered to get to work to make change. Armchair psychologists can tell you exactly what’s wrong with you, but apparently haven’t learned the phrase, “physician, heal thyself.”

In many cases, this false expertise is pretty harmless. Yeah, it’s really annoying to hear your buddy who never held a movie camera critiquing a cinematographer’s camera angles, but the only person who looks bad is him.

But it really makes me sad to watch a group of people criticize the fire fighters who are out there—right that moment—busting their asses to protect the people criticizing them. The fire fighters did, indeed, let a controlled burn slip its bounds. “But remember,” I felt like yelling into my computer, “they were doing that burn at risk to their own lives to save your miserable hide!”

And I don’t even want to go into the public vitriol that has led a record number of public health employees to leave their jobs.

Armchairs are for sitting

I don’t think that being the citizen of a democracy should be a spectator sport. Of course, if it turns out that there was negligence on the part of a public employee, that should be exposed. Our democracy secures checks and balances and a free press for just that reason.

But this armchair criticism of every single action of our skilled public employees is doing no favors to our democracy. So many people can’t be bothered to take part in our public discourse without constantly trying to undermine others, as if they think they are contestants on Survivor, hoping to be the last one on the island.

All alone.

With no one else there to put out their fires.

‘First world problems’ are everyone’s problems

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We recently had a series of disasters at our house, from rats eating our plumbing to a solar flare knocking out our Internet. Inevitably, while we were navigating the maze of construction-during-Covid, someone used the phrase “first world problems” to remind me that not having plumbing in our kitchen isn’t the worst problem to have.

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I understand the phrase and I get its point: I know that my life is easy compared to the lives of many humans on this planet. I try to be conscious of the gifts I was given as an accident of my birth. Our family tries to live economically, pollute as little as possible, support others, and give money to good causes.

But that doesn’t mean that I like that phrase, because frankly, it misses the point.

Orchids and dandelions

One piece of psychology research that particularly fascinates me explores a phenomenon that every one of us has experienced: given the same privileges and the same challenges, no two people react the same way.

You’ve seen it if you have siblings: despite sharing the same genetics and environment, you responded differently under the same circumstances.

Given the same challenge, one person will feel energized and move forward, while another will fold. Given the same bad event, one person will cheerfully continue, while another will fall into despair. The size and magnitude of the challenge is not important. There are happy people living in abject poverty and miserable people living in comfort.

This phenomenon has been named “Orchids and Dandelions,” referencing the sensitivity of the former and the hardiness of the latter. It turns out that what you notice in your siblings is true: given the same challenges, people do not respond in the same way.

Relative despair does not translate

So which is worse, the opiate epidemic of the 2000s or the crack epidemic of the 1980s? Are you willing to make that judgment?

I’m not. The crack epidemic was concentrated in (though not confined to) inner city Black neighborhoods. The opiate epidemic is concentrated in (though not confined to) white suburban and rural populations. Whose relative despair was greater? Does it matter?

I believe that it doesn’t. Each human experiences their own life within the confines of time and space. We can know that others are suffering more in some relative way, but that doesn’t necessarily mitigate our own suffering. In fact, the most miserable people living comfortable lives in the US may in fact be more miserable contemplating the misery of the poor of Bangladesh.

Relative despair is simply not meaningful.

First world problems are human problems

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When someone replies to your expression of despair with the phrase “first world problems,” they are dismissing you. They are saying that your despair is not valid, that by expressing your despair, you are insulting the millions who suffer greater physical distress than you do.

It’s truly an offensive phrase. And I say that even from the perspective of someone who does not suffer when being on the receiving end of it.

I know that I largely fall on the dandelion end of the spectrum. I did not suffer greatly from having to wash dishes in the bathroom sink, and in fact, although I swore some and expressed my annoyance at times, I largely did take a “look on the bright side” view of it.

But I also know people for whom the series of minor, first-world disasters that we’ve lived through in the last month would have been emotionally devastating. And their despair would not be relative. It’s despair, and despair sucks.

Compassion comes first, no matter what “world” you’re in

No matter how we move through this world, we have to keep compassion as the tool that we use to navigate amongst our fellow humans. And I say this as someone who has to work hard at compassion. I get angry thinking about the way some people bring on their own problems. I get annoyed at orchids I know who seem to melt at the first rays of sunshine that hit them. I know I’m not an exemplar of the advice that I’m doling out here.

But when I hear someone slight my little despairs, I think of the people for whom such a slight really would be hurtful. I know that despair over a kitchen sink is not the same as despair that you can’t feed your child or escape a war zone. But it’s despair, and despair is real.

‘First world problems’ is a nasty little phrase used to wound and shame. We can do better than this. We must.

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