Remember in elementary school, those diagrams of overlapping circles? I feel that parenting is like that. There’s that place where all the circles overlap… when it comes to raising our child[ren] there’s a core set of values we all agree on… we being the friends and family Dina and I choose to hang around with.
It’s the places where the circles don’t overlap that cause problems.
There are things that Dina and I don’t agree on. When they occur, I think we’ve both been good at temporarily scaling our behaviour back to not do what bothers the other person, discussing it, and then proceeding with our new, agreed upon behaviour. Our circles of what we think is acceptable may not coincide, but our circles of behaviours are now subsets of what is acceptable.
There are things that our friends do to / with Alex that we’re unhappy with. For those people who listen to constructive criticism (alternately, for those people who accept that when it comes to Alex, what we say goes), there isn’t a problem. The same behaviour modification that Dina and I do with each other comes into play.
For those people that are unwilling to modify their behaviour, various forms of coping come into play. In some cases, it’s small enough that we just grin and bear it. In other’s we don’t put Alex into a situation where these people can exhibit these behaviours… either by controlling their interactions with Alex, or by not letting them interact with Alex. We probably have other ways of dealing with this, but I can’t think of them right now.
The last case is the most problematic… or… at least… it’s what’s stuck in my craw right now. Some people have issues with the way “we” (i.e., “I”) treat Alex. I basically have to modify my behaviour so as not to make my friends and family uncomfortable, or I need to explain myself to them, which bothers me somewhat, since, after all, this is my kid / family… but I suppose I should just suck it up…
I’ve made a conscious choice to have Alex experience as much as possible. I want him to be an all-terrain baby, child, and adult, able to handle whatever life throws at him with aplomb. To some this looks like I’m treating Alex as a toy or plaything. To others it looks like I’m endangering him, or taking unnecessary risks. It sometimes looks like I’m teasing or tormenting him.
I assure you, I usually think about what I’m doing when it comes to Alex. I’m careful to assess both his and my own limitations. I try to be very aware of his cues (in fact, it bugs me when other people ‘ignore’ said cues, even though I realize they’re merely unaware of them). I’m not playing or taking unnecessary risks. We’re learning together and taking calculated risks for future rewards.
Let’s take some examples.
Some people insist on holding Alex, even after one of us has tried, as politely as possible to suggest that we would prefer that Alex stay where he is (or, we think Alex would prefer to stay where he is) because we think he’s overstimulated, or is content where he is. We’re not perfect… but we think we have a pretty good idea of when Alex is amenable to being held. From our point of view, repeatedly insisting that you want to hold the cute baby doesn’t indicate that you have Alex’s best interests in mind.
I splash water in Alex’s face. Sometimes he likes it. Sometimes he gets his quizzical / pensive look. He has yet to cry when I do this. I do this because Dina and I have noticed that he likes bath time, and, more interestingly, he likes having water sprayed on his face if done properly. I do this because, on average he seems to like it. I do this because it stimulates him (and I’m careful not to do it when I fear he’s becoming overstimulated). People yell at me when I do this (“Ni-ick!!!“) or tell me that I’m making them uncomfortable.
I guess a lot of these blog entries are going to be spent explaining my behaviour.
Alex… if you’re reading this when you’re older… remember… daddy did all those things to / with you to build character.