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March, 2009:

join your village

Maybe you all thought I was kidding when I suggested going grocery shopping together. I can assure you I was not.

I firmly believe that, with or without children, there is a large, often unrecognized, benefit found in participating in everyday activities in a group or social atmosphere. As a society, we often get together for movies, clubs, sporting events, concerts, meals out, birthdays, and the occasional house party. These events often require planning, and either occur outside of our usual living spaces or in a living space that has been prepared for the occasion. It is unfortunate that we rarely get together simply to enjoy each others company with no other purpose. And, even more rare, are the occasions where we get together to accomplish a simply menial task in a manner that is made more enjoyable by the company of others.

So… I’m serious. Let’s make plans. This week.

Pick a day this week. Any day will do. Then invite me to your home. Or invite yourself into my home. Or request company for a menial or otherwise isolated task — chores, shopping, a long drive, TV watching. Or offer your company for a menial task.

If you hate it, you never have to do it again.

Go on. Give it a shot.

nurturing conformity

PREFACE

I’d like to preface these words by saying that I don’t have all the answers. I don’t even pretend to have all the answers. If I speak like I know what I’m talking about, it’s only because that’s the only way my mind will let me believe it. I write these words both to learn and to educate. They are not meant to be taken as truth. Instead, they should be seen as a starting point for discussion.

Furthermore, it should be noted that if you believe differently than I do or take another approach toward yourself and parenting than I do, it doesn’t mean I think you’re a bad person, or that you’re doing yourself or your children harm by doing so.

I was raised in a fashion far different than I am raising my child and, arguably, I turned out pretty damn good.

INSTINCT

Instinctually, we are very different creatures than what society expects of us. Take, for example, the simple nature of waiting.

In the wild — i.e. in a place where mankind exists without technology and the effects of prior intellect — man simply doesn’t wait. Sure, if there is a bad storm, man may wait for it pass before starting a journey. And man must wait for a fire to grow before he can use it as a heat source. But this waiting has natural reasons that make clear sense and the time in between can be occupied doing nearly any other activity man desires.

Now compare this to modern day society. Imagine it’s 2 in the morning. You’re at a red light at an intersection at which there are no other cars, neither moving nor stopped. And you’re waiting for the light to turn green. There is no  natural reason for you to wait at that light. The fact that you do is a product of societal conformity replacing instinct. And the longer that light stays red, the more instinct flashes back to us. Despite the fact that society says it’s very wrong to run a red light, most of us wouldn’t wait more than 10 minutes before proceeding anyways. And, in many cases, doing so with either fill us with anger, or relief, or exhilaration. Maybe all three.

And we wait for so many things.

SOCIETY’S RULES

Society has a set of rules that we are always trying to skirt around. For instance, you must be awake at a certain time, presumably for work or school. And you must get a predetermined amount of sleep. Therefore, you must go to bed at a certain time even if you aren’t tired. Thus sayeth the people.

You can’t see your friends and family whenever you want. If you have the day off, you can’t go to work with your friend and talk with him as he does his job.

We sleep alone. If you’re lucky enough to be involved with someone who is willing to share a bed with you, then you can sleep with them. Even if you’d rather sleep side by side with your friend every night in a purely platonic way, you simply can’t do so. It’s weird. And your friend will probably find it to be weird too since he likely conforms to this same societal tenant.

The list goes on and on.

ADULTS AND CONFORMITY

Barring cult life, communes, anti-social behavior, hermitage, and the like, every human must conform to societal requirements. Not in full, but in enough ways to be considered acceptable. We must be able to give the illusion of conformity when required.

Our happiness, in part, stems from our ability to balance our natural instincts with societal conformity. If we can manage a balance, we’ll manage to be moderately happy even when conforming and only moderately unhappy when forced far from our natural desires.

Many people surround themselves with like-minded friends who share their desires. This allows them to express greater amounts of instinctual behavior during times when conformity is required less. But even then, there are some aspects of desire that often remain hidden or unexpressed for fear that they are just too far off. Over time, the “well adjusted adult” manages to almost entirely suppress those desires so they cease to be desires any more.

The more our instincts are nurtured, the more likely we are to exhibit behavior based in them.

As we get older, hold higher positions, have children who are demanded to conform, engage with other parents, and form business relationships, and everything else we do as adults, we have a natural tendency to let more and more of our instinctual behaviors fade to make room for our conformity.

CHILDREN AND CONFORMITY

If you’re like me, you want to raise your child in a fashion that allows her to express her utmost desires. You want to provide her with everything she needs, even if it’s a perceived need, and many of the things she wants.

This means picking her up when she cries. This means letting her play in the Tupperware cabinet. This means holding her during long walks instead of forcing her to sit in a stroller as she tugs at her seat belt. This means sleeping side-by-side with her instead of making her sleep in a room all by herself. And so much more.

Take co-sleeping, for example. As adults, we know that it’s perfectly safe and fine to sleep alone. Perhaps we even enjoy it. If we don’t, we at least manage to accept it as the way things are. But children are not born with this understanding. Human beings are very social animals. A child waking up in a dark room all alone can be a very alarming experience. Yet you also know that, thanks to this society, at some point in life she’s going to have to learn to sleep alone. Even if you were willing to keep her in your bed until she was married, her future husband may find that to be creepy due to his own societal conformity.

SEEKING CONFORMITY

With rare exception and to varying degrees, every parent desires that their child be able to co-exist with society. This, therefore, requires that your child learn to conform. How conformity is taught is really the issue.

Some parents believe in bringing children to conformity as soon as possible. Sometimes this is out of need as is the case with single parents requiring outside help to care for their children. Sometimes this is out of desire to regain some of our own adult freedoms and detach our children from us enough to allow us to seek the things we want. Other times this is due to our own societal programming. And sometimes, it is done simply because we think that is what is best to ensure the best possible life for our children.

What to do before your child is able to conform, when to encourage conformity, and how to do so is both important and highly debated. Some believe in “tough love”. Some opt for letting them “cry it out”. Some parents spank. Others do “time outs”.  Some parents let their children do whatever they want whenever they want. Some parents bargain with their kids — “I’ll give you ice cream if you eat another bite of Brussels sprouts”. Some blanket train — like the Duggars. Some have set schedules. Others allow their children to set their own schedules. Some parents lead their children to learn. Others let their children lead them. Some leave most of the teaching to people with teaching qualifications.

If you’re like me, you desire to teach your children conformity in moderation. You want to minimize the alarming experiences your child is required to endure. If you can’t remove them entirely, then you want to present them in as slow and as careful a manner as possible to allow her plenty of time to adapt. You want to delay each required conformance to as late in life as you can without affecting her ability to function in the parts of society that are important to her. And you believe that doing this is so very important that you’re willing to make great personal sacrifice to provide her with it.

There are some studies that show that the approach I seek produces more adaptable and independent children. It is the basis behind “Attachment Parenting”. A book, “The Continuum Concept”, was written somewhere around 1970 that describes aboriginal societies and presents the idea that their lack of technology and prior intellect, and their freedom to follow their instinct leads them to be a happier, more adjusted, more free society. If you are at all interested in learning the hows and whys of this line of thought, I encourage you to read “The Continuum Concept” and to seek materials on “Attachment Parenting”. Or, as always, feel free to contact me for more information on why I have chosen as I have.

NURTURING CONFORMITY

In the end, when my child is much, much older, I hope that she will understand the difference between instinct and conformity. I hope she will be free enough to be herself when she can and yet not find conforming to society when required so off putting that she would seek anti-social behavior instead.

I believe the best way to bring this about is to nurture her instinct into conformity. This means starting out by encouraging her instincts. Holding her when she wants to be held. Feeding her when she wants to be fed. Often letting her eat wherever she wants to eat. Letting her play with what she wants to play with and setting up an environment that contains very few items that she cannot play with. Letting her try her own independence by trusting her to venture away and come back with increasing distances.

As the instinctual pattern is established, elements and instances of conformity are also introduced, slowly at first. Perhaps this means visiting a restaurant and keeping your visit there to under 20 minutes. Then slowly increasing the time to the full hour or more often required for Friday night dining out. This means getting your child to help you clean at first (even if she uncleans immediately afterward) and slowly bringing her to be able to clean by herself and then, eventually, to clean as she goes. This means getting her to sleep by herself, in unfamiliar places, and to go to bed without more than 10 minutes of songs, books, and hand holding. Slowly at first. Perhaps moving her to her own bed one she’s asleep in yours and letting her come back to your bed when she wakes. Perhaps letting her fall asleep by herself on weekends when there isn’t a schedule to conform to. Eventually, the goal is that she’ll be able to sleep anywhere and be put to bed by almost anyone. This means talking to her every time it’s time to leave her, explaining where you’re going and when you’ll be back, and comforting her that there will be other people to care for her while you’re away. She will, no doubt require more comfort along these lines in the beginning.

The specifics on exactly how to get from an instinct driven child to a conforming child are foggy. It’s one of those things that I’m learning by trial and error. At this point, I’m content with nurturing her need to act instinctually and yet encouraging independent behavior. I’ve also found that merely expecting her to act appropriately and treating her as though she will often yields that result. Not always, but often. Basically, I have great respect for her as a human being as well as her natural instincts to explore, to be cared for, to be comforted, and to be social. I believe that if I can continue to keep those ideas in mind, we will eventually find a pattern that works for us.

I know that, at some age she’ll be able to understand the need to act differently in different situations. I’m certain I had a grasp of that concept by age 10 — probably sooner. The idea is to allow her to understand that there are two realities. There is the way we act when we can do what we want and have the time to do so, and the way that we act when we have societal obligations to meet.

EMBRACING INSTINCT IN ADULTS

An important aspect of being able to nurture conformity in children is understanding our natural instincts. Because we live in a world where conformity is expected, sometimes we forget how it is to be driven by our instincts.

Therefore, I think it’s important that we spend some time getting back to “basics”. Either on our own, with other adults, or with our children as they do.

This means allowing ourselves time to play, just because we want to. This means spending more time outdoors where nature’s natural energy will bring us peace and comfort. This means allowing physical contact with other adults that might otherwise be taboo (holding hands, lap sitting, long hugs, sitting closely on the couch). Not in a sexual way, but in a comforting way. This means finding things to explore and then doing it. This means breaking things just because it’s fun. This means letting the rain get us wet. This means staying up later than we should and then getting up early the next day just because.

If we can embrace the instincts and nuture the conformity in both children and adults, I think we will find a happy medium in which to live our lives. And if we can convince other people to do the same, I think society as a whole will be made better.

divorce, death, and the afterlife

(I thought for quite some time about whether I should keep this post under my usual lock and key, filtered to only the select few. In the end, I decided it was okay to be public. The only possibly negative thing it says about Jess is that she gave up and I was willing to keep on fighting. And I don’t think that’s a secret to anyone.)

I’ve never really been a follower of Astrology — Zodiac, Chinese or otherwise, but, I can’t help but recognize the similarities between its description of me and myself.

Emotional and loving. Intuitive and imaginative. Shrewd and cautious. Protective and sympathetic. Changeable and moody. Overemotional and touchy. Clinging and unable to let go.

Divorce is something I am very not okay with. Not in general. Not for my friends. Not for my family. And certainly not for myself. Marriage is a creature unto itself. It requires nurturing, space, love, freedom, dedication, tolerance and work. And in return it provides support, security, freedom, and relief. A very fair trade in my opinion.

Divorce is not something I would have ever chosen for Jess and I. The past 3 years — at least, maybe more — have been very difficult years. Yet, for me, giving up was simply not an option. I put so much time and effort in each and every day to support my family (both chosen and blood), my wife, and my marriage. I spent every day trying to fix what was broken and enjoy what was not. I worked on new methods of communication, new balances of power, and new ways or creating space and providing freedom. When I started seeing a counselor to help reduce my frustrations, we, instead, worked on my marriage because she understood how important it was to me and how those difficulties were the primary source of my frustration. I can’t say I did everything right. I can’t say I even got close. But I know that I sacrificed more of myself than I probably should have and tried as hard as I could.

I was shocked when I learned that Jess wanted to leave me. Not because I’m the kind of guy that women don’t leave. I’m not silly enough to believe that type of person even exists. I was shocked because I had always believed that Jess shared the same dedication to our marriage that I did — and giving up simply wasn’t an option. And that, if it was an option for her, at the very least, I would have got some warning that she was considering it before she actually made a decision.

I realize now that the fact that she didn’t share that dedication might have been the reason my efforts to fix us never proved to be fruitful. Not that the problems we had were her fault and her fault alone. I’m not saying that at all. It’s just that a marriage or partnership of any kind is very much about team-work.

While we’re not all the way through this yet, I think I can see the end. It’s like we’ve been swimming upstream in a raging river, climbing rocks, dodging obstacles, and fighting the current. And finally, up ahead I can see a soft, sunny pebble beach.

Giving up has never been an option for me. But if I didn’t admit that the idea of having this come to an end was a very peaceful, comforting thought for me I’d be lying. Even under severe torture, at least in theory, suicide isn’t an option for me. Even asking for death is asking for too much. My will to survive is too strong. But if I found myself suddenly wounded, bleeding, and knowing that death was rapidly approaching, the peace and quiet and calm that would soon follow would certainly not be unwelcome. I might even die with a smile on my face despite it all.

So, in my true style, I’ve written all of this to simply say: I’m looking forward to the rest of my life. For the first time in so many years I can see a path that doesn’t end in more pain and even greater difficulty. And that brings me more comfort and peace than I can express.

In the end, I have a beautiful daughter. I have amazing friends who love and support me fully and are not afraid to call me out when they see I’ve done wrong — not because of their agendas, but because of their concern for me and our mutual goals of happiness. And I have a family (both chosen and blood) that cares for me with all of their hearts.

and what about the kitties?!

Many of you seem to be indicating that the best solution to my housing problem is to live with my parents.

I’m beginning to see the light and am slowly starting to accept the possibility and consider it fully. The other option I’m considering is just staying where I am and letting them try to get blood out of a stone.

If I move in with my parents, there are lots of tiny problems that arise.

I’ll have to get a storage facility to put my stuff in or just sell it or burn it. Not fun but doable.

I’ll have to make trips back to the house to ensure it’s being maintained, to make repairs, and to generally play landlord. Not fun but doable.

But what about the kitties?

We have two cats. I got Toby as a kitten in 1999. He’s 10 years old and he’s been with me through a lot. Just after Jess and I got married, we decided to get, Miette together, also as a kitten. Jess is claiming no responsibility for either cat so, just like everything else, it falls on me.

My mom is very allergic to cats. It would be okay if I could keep them upstairs, but they are cats. Cats don’t like being kept anywhere. Even if I could manage to contain them, I’d have to deal with the destruction they’d perform on house while being contained. Ideally, I’d find some happy, wonderful place for them to live and then I’d miss my dear cats terribly every day there after. But where? Any ideas?

Reasons to stay?

Aside from moving in with my parents, the other ideas are not so good. So… what about just saying there and toughing it out.

If I do decide to stay put, I can refinance my house and shave off another $100. I’ve already got this mapped out and haven’t even really shopped around much. I might be able to shave off a little more on top of that.

It’s nice to have my own place. Eventually, I will be able to sell the house. If I’m still living there, I can leave it on the market, continue to make improvements, and decide what to do in the event that someone does want to buy it. I can always live with my parents as we transition from one house to another should that occur. And it will happen eventually, just probably not tomorrow. In the mean time, I can make it as livable and as happy as I want it to be and continue to seek a room mate that will actually get along with me and will work with me to make both of our lives better.

Thoughts?

this old house

It looks like I’m getting stuck with the house (and the SUV and the credit card debt). So I’m trying to decide how best to work that out and I’m hoping that writing it out and your advice together will help me find the best solution.

(This is really not about why I’m stuck with these things or ways around that. If you’ve got something to say along those lines, let’s save that discussion for some other place. What I need here is advice assuming that I am stuck.)

THE PROBLEM

The problem is that we still owe $150k on the house. In this market, I’d be lucky if I could get $125k for it. Recent home sales in my area are going for $77/sqft (which would fetch me about $175k) but with 120 days on the market and very few actual sales despite the number of signs up in my neighborhood. As Jess and I learned a while back, they simply aren’t selling for a reasonable price due to the foreclosures. So, that leaves me $25k (or more) in the negative. That’s $25k I simply don’t have to throw at this problem. So selling the house is not an option.

I spoke to a mortgage guy. I simply don’t make enough money to qualify for TWO homes, so renting this one out at a loss and buying another, much cheaper house is not an option unless I start making more money. Recent changes in the mortgage industry keep me from using the rental income to qualify for the second home. So buying another house is out.

My “wife” is asking for child support as well. With a house 3 times bigger than little ole Celeste and I need, a car payment that’s about 50% higher than would be ideal, and credit card debt out the wazoo, I’m living on the edge of my means. Coming up with child support seems impossible. All of these things made sense when we were a team
working together to solve a problem. At two separate entities seemingly working against each other at times, it just doesn’t work.

POSSIBLE SOLUTIONS

An apartment
I could move into my mom and dad’s house temporarily and try to rent my house. Once it rented, I could try to find an apartment for Celeste and I.

I’d probably have to rent for less than I pay in mortgage. I pay $1400/mo in mortgage stuff, plus another $600 or so in utilities — $2000 total. If I could rent my house for $1000/mo and find a cheap — I hate using that work in relation to apartments — cheap apartment for us — say $800/mo or so. I might be okay. Utilities in an apartment shouldn’t run more than $200 which means, if I’m doing my math right, I’d have $600 more in my pocket each month than I would otherwise. That’s a start.

Of course, then I’d have to live in a “cheap” apartment which is not really what I want for my daughter.

Mom and Dad
My Mom and Dad are very generous. They’ve offered Celeste and I a place to stay that would include a room for each of us, food, utilities, and everything else you could imagine (including free day care) for free. We would basically have the entire upstairs of the house they have in Keller, a very nice house in a very nice neighborhood that’s just as close to where I work as where I live now.

This would allow me to seek a renter for my house (even at a rate lower than what I pay) and use the difference to pay for child support and start building up a bank of cash to use to help qualify for a new home in the future.

Of course the downsides are not having a place of our own, having limited ability to entertain guests (dates? hahaha), and having to live under their rules. However, we see eye-to-eye on most things so I don’t see this as too big of an issue.

Room Mate
I could find a room mate. I’ve even got enough space to take in a room mate with a child. The savings there could possibly offset some or all of the child support. But finding someone I trust to live with my daughter, that I get along with, and that is willing to live where I live may not be easy. Is this you? Do you know someone?

Abandonment
It’s really a bad idea, but I want to write it down so that I cover everything. I could just walk away from the house. Just let it rot. My credit will be ruined (and probably Jess’s too) and I’ll never again qualify for a house or a car or even a credit card. But, with the amount of money I’d save, within a few years time, I might be able to save up enough to pay enough cash to be considered for something. And, if I can sneak an apartment lease in there before my credit looks too nasty, I could afford a nicer place that might be more sustainable.

YOUR THOUGHTS

I’d love to hear your thoughts. Are there other options I haven’t considered? Which of these sounds the best to you?

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the state of the daniel

I can’t even remember *WHERE* I’m supposed to write any more, so I’m just writing here because I can. I’m not really all that happy with LiveJournal right now and I’m thinking I will find some other place to share my “locked” entries. Not really sure where.

So anyway… this will be sort of freeform stream of consciousness. Welcome to my mind.

Celeste and I are going to Mike and Lisa’s house for dinner and a playdate tonight. Should be fun. I really enjoy my friends and love that they feel personally invested in my child. It’s that whole village thing. And I’m meeting my friend Mario for lunch today since he’s in town for training, which is awesome.

Jess said she wants to stay home with Celeste Friday night and I’m torn about what I should do. I feel like I should take the opportunity for a small break and go out and do something once she goes to bed. Even if it’s just a cup of coffee alone or with a friend or two. Yet, at the same time I know I have a ton of housework and chores that I could get gone if I stayed home. And this second option has the added bonus of letting me be there for Celeste if she wakes up in the night. Not that Jess can’t take care of her — that’s not it at all — it’s just that I really enjoy being there for my daughter. Maybe I could create the best of both worlds by having a few people over for a coffee or drinks and a movie. Anyone interested?

Saturday morning Jess is also staying with Celeste. Maybe I’ll run out early that morning and photograph a bit, which I haven’t done in ages. Other than that, I’m sure I’ll stick around the house, do some cleaning, and enjoy Celeste until 11am or so. Jess is taking her on a lunch date with a few friends until about 2:30pm.

I try to invite Jess to any event that I’ll be taking the baby to. Jess is very important in Celeste’s life and I would never want to limit the time the two of them can spend together as long as I can be included too. I’m sad that Jess doesn’t share this same value. However, at the same time I fully realize that I can not dictate the choices Jess makes and have to start getting used to living in the world where I can’t see my daughter whenever I want. It’s a sad, sad world, but it is, unfortunately, my new reality. Even with that, though, I don’t think I’ll ever get to the point where I stop inviting Jess. It’s just too important to me.

After her lunch date, Celeste and I will be headed to a birthday party for Joel and Emily’s daughter which ends at 5pm. After that, I’m really not sure what Celeste and  are doing. Maybe I’ll head out to Keller and spend the night at my mom’s? Or maybe head home and have a quiet evening in? I usually like to pack the weekends with fun stuff because so much of the week is spent with just Celeste and I at home. Anyone want to have some sort of kid friendly gathering Saturday night? I can host if desired, or travel.

Sunday we’ll probably spend at my mom’s as usual. I’m not sure if Jess is coming or not. Even though it’s such a long drive to do every single week, I really like Sunday’s because my mom’s house ends up being full of people that love me and my daughter and that just makes me so happy. Again… that village thing.

And that’s it. The state of the Daniel… or at least, the future of the Daniel for the next few days. Gotta run.

it takes a village

I am a strong believer that “it takes a village to raise a child”. Beyond that even, I believe it takes a village to be a well functioning, stable human being. With the exception of very recent years relative to the entirety of human history, a life of mostly solitude with only moments of social interaction has never been the norm. Even when it started to turn in that direction, there was still a strong emphasis on immediate family. Let’s face it, we humans are not meant to be hermits.

When you throw a child into the mix and then introduce our modern society, this becomes even more apparent. As a father I can tell you that even a simple act like grocery shopping is made infinitely easier and more enjoyable when done with a partner. And that neither the partner nor the activity itself is put out in any way by joining together. Yet so many of us do something as simple and required as grocery shopping entirely alone.

Last Saturday night, I got the first real experience of being surrounded by my village. I invited LOTS of people over to my home for a Spaghetti dinner. I refused to say “no” to anyone who RSVPed (until the day before when I had already bought everything and was starting to chicken out.. ha). I invited my family, I invited my friends and all of their children, and I invited single friends who were child friendly.

In the end there were 6 adults and 5 children (ages 4, 3, 2, 1 and 1). I don’t have 11 seats at my table. I don’t have 5 child-safe plates. In addition, Jess was not home so I was doing all of the cooking and preparation with Celeste on one hip because she just didn’t want to be on her own that day. This sounds like a recipe for chaos and frustration. I know. But it wasn’t. Everyone pitched in without being asked to. People watched Celeste without question when I had to handle hot liquids. The table was set and cleared… twice. The kids ate. The adults ate. There was wine and beer and fun and games and even conversation amidst all that. It was amazing. After a day that full you’d think I’d want a nice break in between the next … but I’d do it all again this weekend.

It amazing what happens when people come together to help one another and enjoy the company of each other. The most mundane tasks become interesting and the most challenging tasks become simple.

EXPLORE YOUR VILLAGE!

I challenge each and every one of you to explore your village.

Our modern society has caused our villages to be spread far and wide. Do not let this deter you. Do not be selfish enough or silly enough to believe that your village exists only in your own home.

Invite people to your home. Not for an hour or three, but for as long as they want to stay. Offer them a bed and a safe place to rest.

Invite people to a common non-exciting event like shopping, house cleaning, yard work, or play time in a park. Do not feel like you have to wait until you have something exciting to offer to invite people to.

Invite yourself into other people’s homes. Call a friend and tell them that you’re reading a book or watching TV or catching up on YouTube videos and you would rather do it with them than do it alone. Then, before you go, call another friend and bring them with you.

After you’ve done any one of these things, encourage a friend to do the same.

Pull your village in tight around you and find happiness and peace in nuturing the social nature of human beings.