Author: Trina
•4:57 PM
In an analysis of five decades’ worth of research, Dr. Jean Twenge, a psychology professor at San Diego State University, found that today’s adolescents are overburdened to a degree once seen in child psychiatric patients. 
When you say “yes” to over-scheduling, you also say “no” to your family. Overburdened families are more prone to arguing than their less-frenetic counterparts and are less likely to spend time together. Twenty years ago parents worked about nine fewer hours per week than those raising their families today and today’s parents have more options vying for their and their children’s available time.  -- Susan Newman, Ph.D.


We had an opportunity to have this discussion recently.  The kids came home with flyers for softball (Kiara) and T-ball (Aiden).  Neither one mentioned it, but I know both of them would love those activities.  So as I looked at the schedules (4 days a week - each), I lamented aloud to Aaron that it was unfortunate that the time commitment was so demanding, and that we'd have to stick with soccer (3 days a week), starting up in a couple of weeks.  I don't remember exactly what he said, but what I understood was, "Do we have an extra three days a week available of which I am unaware??"


Since Aaron's job loss last summer, he occasionally teaches classes at the local university.  That currently translates into 2 evenings a week from 5-9 p.m. and Saturdays from 9 a.m - 2 p.m.  His work schedule alone is not what is causing our current feelings of drowning in a sea of activities.  He and I each hold callings in church, which require a significant amount of time - especially his, which involves at least 2-3 meetings each week.  


Then there are the children...  I believe that children need to be given the opportunity to experience all sorts of different sports, music, and social ventures so that they can find and develop their talents.  After all, that's what my parents provided for me.  However, I am finding that this is one of those times when what "my parents did" does not translate well into what Aaron and I should do.  This isn't because it isn't a wise path, but because the realities of life in a family of four children are far different than for a family with an only child.  


We began with allowing one musical instrument and one sport for each child with the belief that this would be tenable.  However, three musical instruments, three sports, homework, and two church youth activities each week for each child is anything but tenable.  Financial concerns aside (thanks to generous grandparents), there is simply no way to maintain any sense of family togetherness, peace, or relaxation with this kind of schedule, not to mention the strain put on us parents who must cart a cranky toddler to and fro every afternoon and evening of the week.


When people in 2010 think of large families, it's often the disadvantages that are cited, particularly the lack of emotional and financial resources available to each child. But there are advantages for these children that (in my mind) outweigh the drawbacks.  There is a body of research that supports my contention:  "A child with siblings is happier, healthier, and, in the long run, safer than a child of the same social background without them." (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1048580/Why-middle-classes-bigger-families-says-TV-News-reporter-Colin-Brazier.html)


Our children may not have all of the piano, flute, tap, jazz, ballet, and gymnastics experience I did.  That is certainly unfortunate, in light of the vast amounts of acclaim I have received for my unparalleled talents in each of those areas... (Pffftttt...)  And we may have to cut corners in other areas, including cramming them all into the same bedroom.  But when I watch them, I see their souls blossoming in ways I am only beginning to explore at the age of 37.  


They are comfortable in their own skins, because each day they are told by at least 5 other people that they are loved.  They are kind and compassionate with family, friends, and acquaintances because we encourage and reinforce those attitudes in the way they treat their siblings.  They have a proper reverence and respect for authority because Aaron and I demonstrate that we are worthy of their respect, and expect it of them.   They are learning patience and sharing, and that the world does not revolve around them, because there are always other family members impacted by their actions, and affected by their decisions.  And they are exploring and developing talents in areas such as art and singing and computers that would not be possible if they had even less free time.


These decisions obviously have to be made by each family, based on individual and collective personalities, resources, strengths, and weaknesses.  But as I look ahead a few weeks and know that Saturday mornings can involve snuggling on the couch, game-playing, outdoor recreation, or everyone pitching in to clean the house while 'Single Ladies' blares on the stereo... I know the decisions we are making today are taking our family closer to what we are striving to be.  Together.  Forever.



Author: Trina
•3:21 PM
I got to thinking today about how our children impact us at least as much as we impact them, if not more.  Any parents who ever thought they were in charge of their lives immediately learned that the adorable little peanut who arrived home from the hospital was completely running the show.


The reminders of our children's influence come in funny ways.  For instance, we were never big believers in baby talk.  We always used proper names for people, places, and things.  Yet our children have permanently changed our family vocabulary. 



As a toddler, Kylie couldn't pronounce her Nana's dog's name - Sebastian.  He became Mambis.  If it weren't for Kiara's vast creativity, none of the dozens of stuffed animals living in our home would have names.   Aiden couldn't say the word "pacifer" so he called it "ay-ee".  


Because Alysia is right smack in the middle of this phase, and her siblings are all aware of her language development, she has had the most influence.  She not only changes words for us, but for her siblings as well.  She created the name we all use for her now:  Leela (because she couldn't say Alysia).  When we all kiss each other goodbye or goodnight, (and even in our texts) we use her version of "I love you"... "Luh loo."  


Lately, I must not be smiling enough, because several times each day, Alysia will tell me, "Mile, mama!" after which I give her a big cheesy grin, which makes her giggle.  If I remember my psych theory class accurately, I'm pretty sure she's implementing some very effective operant conditioning when she rewards my compliance with her giggles.  I'd call that a win-win.






Even as an admitted control-freak, I appreciate the knowledge that in a house full of 4 intelligent, active children, Aaron and I are the learners as often as we are the teachers.  Selectively indulging their demands reminds us of their perspective on the world, which always embodies more fun and less drudgery.




As I type this, Alysia has her face pressed up against the side of my lap top saying, "I want some white cheese, Mama.... Mama, I want some white cheese!"  She has said it at least 7 times.  Who do you think will win this round?  Let me know.  I've got to go get some white cheese.
Author: Trina
•7:53 PM
Sunny days in Washington in February are... heavenly.  


Of course, the only time I am "out" in the sun is when I'm in the car, transporting any number of children to and fro, but it still counts.  As I was picking up Aiden from kindergarten at noon, I noticed Alysia had dozed off in the sunlight in her warm, cozy car seat.  Aiden seemed to be channeling the energy of the rays and beaming from ear to ear, as always.  It got me thinking about how the sunny and rainy days in our lives affect us.






















Growing up in the NW, I've always loved the rain.  I love it partly because the lush green trees and plants I've always known wouldn't exist without it.  But mostly, I love that rainy days seem to be God's way of saying, "Snuggle in and enjoy some hot chocolate on me today."  But sometimes, rain is inconvenient.  It gets our shoes wet, ruins the best of hairstyles, and leads to muddy footprints through the house.  At soccer games, it soaks all four children to the waist, and means everyone rides home cold, with the smell of wet, funky kid.  It is a necessary drudgery we put up with because we know it makes our corner of the world more beautiful. 

Sunny days lift our moods and brighten our outlooks.  They invigorate us and remind us how good it feels to have those rays warm our skin.  But if it weren't for the months of blustery wind and chilly rain, I don't think the sun would feel quite so nice on our shoulders.

The dark, stormy, difficult days in our lives can take us by surprise.  They are often inconvenient - interfering with our plans, soaking our spirits, and dampening our hearts.  We don't get to choose when the rain starts, or when it stops.  Frankly, if we knew for certain when the storm would pass, our hearts probably wouldn't feel as light when the sun came out.  Part of the joy the sun brings is in the surprising relief we feel when it arrives after the dreariness.  

The gift of sunshine is made precious by the rain. -- Richard M. Romney 

Author: Trina
•2:55 PM
I got an update today on my cousin Rick (1st Lieutenant, USMC).  He has had several successful surgeries and anticipates several more.  He is now safely on the proper coast (in CA), and is progressing as well as can be expected.  I was so happy to see pictures of him sitting up and smiling, as well as ambling around the hospital on a walker.  Prayers work!








Not having seen him in person or picture since we were kids, I was amazed at how strongly he resembles his father - my Uncle Bill - who passed away a couple of years ago.  Uncanny.