Monday, April 30, 2012

Family Home Evening


            This all began on Sunday, with a talk we listened to about Family Home Evening. The speaker was Judy Holbrook. Now, Ben and I think that the Holbrook kids are pretty awesome, so we try to adopt any parenting techniques they share, and we can always use suggestions about Family Home Evening. Judy explained how they would go over four family rules at each home evening, even when the kids were little, and that their kids remembered them and were even able to rattle them off, much to the surprise of their primary teacher, when asked what some of their family rules were.
            Ben decided that this was the way to go, and since he had the lesson on the following Monday, he could start it off. Monday night rolled around, and we gathered in our living room. After a song (Adam wanted to play BINGO for us on the piano, but it was Mom’s turn to pick), and a prayer (Adam was the prayer chooser), we settled on the rug facing Ben as he stood over by the safety gate that surrounds our wood stove. He asked the boys what would happen if the fire was burning in the stove and he touched it. “You would get burned!” Both of the boys knew the answer to this one, but Adam added that he knew because he had done that before. Ben then explained that the gate kept us safe, and kept us from getting burned on the stove, just like rules, rules keep us safe, and keep us from getting hurt. So far, so good. Then Ben sat down and began teaching us the four family rules and having us repeat after him.

            WE DON’T DRINK ALCOHOL

“But, what if you have a cut and you need to clean it?” Adam interrupted. We clarified that this was not drinking alcohol, that alcohol has many good uses, we just don’t drink it.

             WE DON’T SMOKE

“What about smoking salmon? The smoke goes into the salmon and then we eat it.” Adam interjected. We assured him that smoked salmon was okay.

            WE DON’T HAVE SEX BEFORE MARRIAGE

“How do you have sex?” Adam asked.
“It is making babies,” Ben elaborated. Adam has asked these questions before, so we thought he would remember what this involved.
“What happens if you do sex with a girl before you are married?” Adam asked.
“You repent,” Ben responded
 “Do you have to cut her open and take out the baby?” Adam wondered.
Ben, cool and calm under pressure, but with thoughts racing at the speed of light, started to go off about adoption and such, but I decided that we could have whole Family Home Evening lessons on each of these rules and answered the question I thought Adam was really asking.
“You won’t accidentally have sex, Adam, you don’t have to worry about that.”

            WE DON’T DO DRUGS

“How do you do drugs?” Adam questioned.
We’ll have to have another lesson on that one.
Now it’s time for the treat.

Friday, April 20, 2012

My Little Misogynist


“I just don’t like girls,” announced 3 ½ year old Seth the other day.

“Why don’t you like girls?” I questioned, trying to figure out what was behind this statement.

“I just don’t like them.” was as far as he would elaborate.

“But, Seth, I’m a girl.” I informed him, then went on to list all the women in his life that he definitely liked: Grammy, Mémère, Aunties, McKinley Hafen and Millie Ames (two little girls he likes to play with).

Undeterred, he explained that he liked me and the rest of the people I’d mentioned, he just didn’t like OTHER girls.

Logic had carried me as far as it was going to go, we were at an impasse.

Along with the girl hating comments, he began to mention a specific girl in his preschool that he didn’t like, Seth displayed an extreme aversion to the color pink. This was shared by his older brother. Despite trying to reinforce the work of his preschool teachers, who told the class that there were no boy colors or girl colors, and my patient explanation that pink was really just light red (red is his favorite color), his intense dislike of the color persisted. So much so that if either of my boys got the pink plastic cup or plate in their place at mealtime, there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth. Their father valiantly tried to set a good example.

“Give me the pink plate,” he would say to Seth, whose job it was to set the table “I LOVE pink!”

How could this have happened to me, a feminist, who admittedly, doesn’t wear a lot of pink, how can I be raising a misogynist?