Twins?
Carrie and Cosmo, separated at birth, reunited at last?
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It may seem to you via this blog that I am an upbeat person, and I usually am, but the truth is that I have a life-long relationship with depression. I am not always depressed, but I perceive my life as a constant struggle with it. Depression never seems very far away. For me, happiness has been one of those fairly elusive things. I often ask myself, what makes happy people happy? I have also wondered if happy people can understand depression, and conversely, if those people who have "been there" can conceive of true happiness.
As I parent, I find still more to fret over. Will my tendency toward depression affect my children? What have I learned (if anything) about creating happiness? Are there ways that I might help Pearl and Carrie become happier, both in the present and in the future?
Recently I discovered "The Childhood Roots of Adult Happiness" by Christine Carter on the website of The Greater Good Science Center at Berkeley. They publish extremely readable articles based on scientific research. From Carter's article, I take away a number of ideas that I want to remember and practice in our family.
These passages are not meant as a summary but rather as ideas that struck me based on my personal experience. I was surprised at how important Csikszentmihalyi's ideas about "flow" are to Carter's article. I had read some of his work with great interest, but I don't think I had related it to parenting. As always, your thoughts are welcome.
The lions are
roaring
with temper.
The traffic is
running
in terror.
The dolphins are
leaping
in happiness.
to the shop in
the market.
get some sleep.
with fear.
with speed.
to sleep.
A girl who wants
to sing,
to spin,
in trees,
With me.
Anh, 3rd Grade
Celebrate National Poetry Month with A Poem a Day, a project sponsored
by Writers in the Schools (WITS). Each day of April we select a poem by
one of our students and share it with friends. If you want to receive the
poem in your inbox, sign up here. Or if you'd like to read the poems on
the WITS blog, simply bookmark the website.
This poem "Song" by Anh, age 9, is a sneak preview. If you like this one,
there are more wonders to come. Feel free to post this on your blog.
And a very happy poetry month to you.
Pearl's Spring Break is officially over. We spent the week at home, which is Pearl's favorite place. Click here to see the photos.
You might recall that we drove to Florida last month. It's a 10 hour journey, and in order to help us endure the long
car ride, Marcia bought a bunch of used toys at the resale shop "The Young
and the Restless" so that the kids would have some brand new plastic
junk to entertain themselves.
One of the items was a Barbie doll. We have many friends who have banned Barbie from their premises. Neither Marcia nor I played with dolls as kids, but I think Marcia tossed it into the duffel bag in the name of experimentation.
Throughout the long drive, we continue to pull out new curios as things came to a lull. We were halfway home when Barbie finally made her debut. Neither Pearl nor Carrie had any interest in the doll at all. Carrie removed the doll's clothes and high heel shoes. That was fun but the question remained. Now what? They looked at Barbie with disappointment. She had nothing to offer.
Then Pearl and Marcia started playing a game with their cell phones. Pearl had a toy phone (a cellophone, she called it), and Marcia had a thumb and forefinger at her ear. Marcia pretended to be Pearl's friend Alex. They had many funny conversations. "Alex" asked about Pearl's vacation. Pearl told "Alex" about how she flew a kite on the beach and collected small white seashells.
Then something bad happened. Pearl dropped her phone on the floor of the car and cried. Carrie said "Uh oh!" again and again. No one could reach the phone. That's where Barbie comes in. She had not fallen on the floor. Pearl made a discovery. Bent at the waist, a Barbie makes a very nice cell phone. Hello? And they continued the game.
Later in the conversation, "Alex" asked Pearl where she had gotten her new phone. Pearl explained, "At the naked girl store of course!" Oh, said "Alex," do you think I could go there and buy one too? Sure, said Pearl. What is a naked girl store? "Alex" asked. Why, it is where all the girls go to feel safely naked!"
Now we all know.
Pearl and Carrie attended their first wedding last night. Technically we went only to the
reception, but that's close enough, right? Our friends Nellie and Kevin celebrated their marriage with a wonderful Irish/Mexican St. Patty's Day fiesta. We had a whole lot of fun.
Pearl was happy that there were so many kids there. At dinner she sparred with a boy named Dandy (Danny) who claimed that Carrie was HIS baby. Dandy's big brother Matthew tried to mediate but to no avail. In a rare moment of sibling loyalty, Pearl made it very clear that this was NOT the case. She announced at least a dozen times, IT IS MY BABY!
After dinner the DJ got the music started, and Pearl and Carrie were the first ones grooving. Somebody's got to get a party started.
Dandy turned out to be a better man than Pearl expected. His name was all over her dance card. I guess she forgave Dandy for his kidnapping overtures, because she even invited him to meet us at the park to play the next day.
For obvious reasons, Marcia and I have been talking a lot about birthday parties. A while back Marcia shared this website and our main goal has been to keep things simple and child-centered. Here are some questions for you.
1) Did you (will you) have a big party celebrating your child's first birthday?
We had small family-only parties for Pearl and Carrie's first birthdays because the birthday is really more for the family. Our one-year-olds didn't know what birthdays were yet. We did have a cake and we did sing happy birthday. We had a few gifts. But that was it. I've read poll results, though, that indicate that many families do bigger celebrations for the first birthday than the second or third. I know that some cultures emphasize birthday #1.
2) Have you ever been to a birthday party that you considered over-the-top?
I haven't. Not yet, anyway. Can't wait to read your answers though.
3) Have you ever requested "no gifts" for a child's birthday party?
Marcia really wanted to add this phrase to our invitations, but I was not so sure. I would be interested in your ideas about birthdays. Please sound off.
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I often hear from blog readers that Pearl and Carrie seem to get along so well. They ask, Is that true?
Well, sometimes it is.
On the other hand, I think every time-out Pearl has ever gotten has been for something potentially dangerous she has done to Carrie. There are moments when Carrie sees Pearl coming and either cries or tries to escape.
Pearl and Carrie are only 20 months apart in age. They often play side by side, but they also often set their sites on the same toy. Carrie is finally getting old enough to protest. It's about to get interesting. The girls enjoy sharing a room together. Neither wants to go to bed without the other.
My sister and I are also 20 months apart. My theory is that 20 months is close enough in age that sparks are likely to fly between two girls, but the bond is also likely to be all the more welded together. As for Pearl and Carrie, time will tell.
Here's a poem that I like by Emily Dickinson. Really she is writing about a friend, Susan, who is like a sister to her. As I recall, Susan is her neighbor and her brother's wife, her sister-in-law.
| ONE sister have I in our house, | |
| And one a hedge away, | |
| There ’s only one recorded | |
| But both belong to me. | |
| One came the way that I came | 5 |
| And wore my past year’s gown, | |
| The other as a bird her nest, | |
| Builded our hearts among. | |
| She did not sing as we did, | |
| It was a different tune, | 10 |
| Herself to her a music | |
| As Bumble-bee of June. | |
| To-day is far from childhood | |
| But up and down the hills | |
| I held her hand the tighter, | 15 |
| Which shortened all the miles. | |
| And still her hum the years among | |
| Deceives the Butterfly, | |
| Still in her eye the Violets lie | |
| Mouldered this many May. | 20 |
| I spilt the dew but took the morn, | |
| I chose this single star | |
| From out the wide night’s numbers, | |
| Sue—forevermore! EMILY |
Do you remember in May when an essay I wrote was published in a book by Beacon Press? It's called Confessions of the Other Mother: Nonbiological Lesbian Moms Tell All, edited by Harlyn Aizley. Well, that book was nominated for a Lambda Literary Award. But even better than that, it is a finalist.
The Awards Ceremony will be on May 31st in NYC. You can see the complete list of finalists here.
Every year I miss this blog's anniversary. This year is no exception. But since I'm only two DAYS off (last year I remembered two MONTHS later) I thought I'd report it to you. I was reminded of this fact by Lesbian Dad, a blog with the same origination date, only two years later.
I started The Other Mother a week before Pearl was born. I knew life was about to change, but I didn't know much more than that about what to expect. Now I find it difficult to remember life without children.
Best wishes, blog. Travel lightly.
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