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efficiency vs multi-tasking (or, the decline of a photographer)

70X/365: something new
My Photography has suffered lately. I’m not complaining really. I’m just taking stock, stating facts, and reorganizing as I so often do to make room in life for, well, life.

“Pretend you live for a living.”

–Buddy Wakefield

Flickr’s Navel Gazing Society (otherwise known as Explore) is certainly no measure of greatness. Neither that of a photograph, nor that of the life of a photographer. But accepting it as an indicator I present the following:

I had 46 photos hit explore from 4/5/2005 until 11/23/2007.  That’s 18 per year.

My daughter was born in 12/2007.

I had 14 photos hit explore from 11/23/2207 until 12/13/2008. That’s 13 per year. A pretty steep drop from before, but still one a month. A baby does that to you and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

My wife left in 01/2009. After a few months of depression I was left refreshed, ready to take on the world, and with a young child under my care for roughly 75% of my previously “free” time.

I had 0 photos hit explore from 12/13/2008 until now. That’s 0 per year.

Again, I’m not complaining. I’m just trying to work it out in my head.

You see, the thing is, I’m very efficient, yet terrible at multi-tasking. Let me do one thing at a time and I’ll do it quickly and very well. Make me do two things at once and I’ll more than likely fail at both of them. Caring for a child takes at least some portion of my attention almost all of the time.

I don’t have time to take the photos I used to. It’s not that I don’t have time to hold a camera point it at things and release the shutter. Many would argue that a child makes a beautiful interesting photographic subject. And, despite always carrying far too many things, keeping a camera (or three) on me at all times is something I’m quite good at. I take plenty of photos. But photography is about more than just pressing a button. It’s about seeking out the light. It’s about waiting for the perfect moment. Looking for light and waiting for a photo are two things incredibly hard to do with a young child. They don’t like to sit still. And, doing so while watching a child is multi-tasking. So, I’m terrible at it.

I also don’t have time to edit. Editing photos is a two part process. First, we throw away the junk. Then, we make the good stuff look better. This takes time. Lots of it. Sitting in front of a computer isn’t something a young child enjoys, unless they enjoy it so much that they want to help, at which point, you’re not getting the job done at all. The good news is, I can do this when she’s asleep. The bad news is, that’s the only time I have to do lots of other things as well.

Finally, I don’t have time to promote. I used to spend a lot of time viewing photos, commenting on photos, discussing photos, and sharing photos. I have all but stopped doing any of these things.

So, now to the important part. How can I get back some of what I had without losing the wonderful things I have now? Because I can’t multi-task, I have to find ways to make what I do more efficient and to find ways to allow me to juggle tasks better.

Of course, just because you’re not me or not in this same situation doesn’t mean that these tips won’t make you more efficient too.

1) Take fewer photos

With film, releasing the shutter on your camera was a commitment to spending both time and money in order to actually see the image. Photographers acknowledged this and very few were willing to release the shutter until they were sure they had it right. When digital came along the mentality shifted: it’s just digital. Click away! Sort them out later!

In theory, if you’re looking for a certain shot taking as many as possible helps ensure you get the right one. In practice, if one of them is terrible, the rest probably will be too. Multiple shots approaching with different ideas and at multiple angles is one thing and certainly a good idea. But taking photographs just in case they might be good amounts to nothing but waste.

By spending more time looking and less time clicking, I might be more likely to anticipate a shot. And having fewer photos will drastically reduce the amount of time I spend in Phase 1 of editing, and somewhat reduce the time I spend in Phase 2.

2) Bring a Photo Friend

Bringing along a photographically inclined friend, particularly one with similar distractions (i.e. children, in my case) leaves us both with the ability to explore an idea more closely. As something strikes me as worthy of further examination, being able to trust my child in the other person’s hands as I explore an idea more fully will let me free my mind completely for the task. And my friend gets the same benefit. Additionally, as children often become the subjects of photographs, it allows one of us to photograph while the other helps adjust and collect the children.

3) Involve the Children

This is only a small break, but every little bit counts. But sending the children seeking for the elements you’re looking for in your photo, their minds focus a bit more and it makes them easier to monitor. Kids are great at looking for shadows, sticks, flowers, trees, letters, numbers, and things like this. Just don’t ask them to look for soft lighting on the side of a fire hydrant with minimal background distraction. Or, at least wait until they are 12 or so.

Involving them in the 1st phase of editing (and parts of the 2nd phase as well) is also a good idea. You’ll need software that allows you to rate photos quickly and with at least 3 or 4 different levels of rating (junk, keep for fun/memories, good, awesome). With this in place, children love to look at photos from an adventure they just took. Especially if there are photos of people and things they recognize. Making a habit out of unloading a photo card in the same way we unload our backpacks after an adventure will bring a child to anticipate doing so.

4) Involve Friends for Promotion

Nothing makes me want to photograph MORE than knowing that my work is enjoyed and appreciated. Promotion allows this to be fully realized. Friends can be a fantastic resource for promotion. Between Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Buzz, Blogs, and Email your friends can quickly and easily help get the word out about how wonderful a certain photos of yours is. Take the time to share with your friends and ask them to do the promotion for you.

And, if you are the friend of a photographer *cough, ahem, ME!*, share their work. Expose their art. Most social media outlets have icons you can drag to your browser toolbar to make sharing as simple as clicking a button. Here are some for Facebook, Twitter, Google Buzz, and Tumblr.

I hope this helps you with your photography. Do you have any other ideas to share that can help get better photos with a partially distracted mind?

same thing it was the last time you asked

Child: What’s that?

You: An Apple.

Child: What’s that?

You: A Knife.

Child: What are you doing?

You: Cutting the apple with the knife.

*30 seconds goes by*

Child: What’s that?

You: AN APPLE!

If you’ve EVER been around any children under the age of 5 then you’ve, no doubt, witnessed or been a part of a conversation just like this one. Despite knowing exactly what you’re doing, what you’re doing it to, and why you’re doing it in the first place, they ask you about it. Maybe you’ve been around the block a few times and you’ve learned to roll with it. Or maybe it drives you further up the wall of insanity with each passing day. Either way, it makes one wonder, why do children do this?

The answer, much like the answer to most of the things kids under age 5 do, is simple: they are imitating you. As a species, human beings learn by watching and imitating. This is why kids like to put on yours shoes, eat what you’re eating, drink what you’re drinking, watch what you’re watching, do what you’re doing, and play with whatever thing you happen to have in your hands.

I know you are probably thinking, “but my kid has never seen me question someone else like that! Why would I ask someone a question I already know the answer to?!”. But consider, carefully, the fact that your child is a “someone else” too.

Imagine your kid is playing with blocks in the middle of the living room floor. It’s quiet, you’ve been doing some chore, you’ve just finished, and you want to interact with him. “What are you playing with?” Blocks. “What are you building?” A Tower. “What color is that block?” Green. “How many fingers do I have up?” Three. “What color is your shirt?” Purple. “What’s this a picture of?” A Caterpillar. “How do you say Hat in French?” Chapeau.

Ah ha! You knew the answer to every single one of those questions, didn’t you? Well, close enough. The reason why you asked them and whether or not you should is another topic altogether. But at least now you realize that it isn’t the genetic predisposition of our children to annoy us to death that causes them to ask such questions. They are asking because they’ve learned that this is what people do. And they’ve learned this because that’s how you act toward them.

children: my anti-stress

finding peaceA month or so ago I realized that a lot of stuff was putting me under stress that I just didn’t need. I realized that as much as I wanted that stuff, when served with that much stress it just wasn’t worth it. I’m talking about a mix of small silly things and much larger more important things.

Not only was it wearing me thin, but I was transferring lots of it to Celeste. Realizing that last bit was the moment of impact. When I realized how much my being stressed out affected her it was suddenly no longer an option.

You’d be amazed at how good having a child has been at DE-STRESSING my life. Based on many reports from many parents you’d think it would be just the opposite, but not for me. I truly believe that, for most people, if they have a child and take the same stance on parenting that I have taken, will be be better, happier, more peaceful people.

(Please Note: I’m not saying there is anything wrong with any other parenting stance in particular, just that mine is particularly good for de-stressing. I’m also not suggesting that this is the only way to find peace in life. Finally, I’m not at all saying that people who feel they are too stressed out should have a child and solve all their problems.)

Celeste has changed my life in so many wonderful ways. She brings out the best in me.

In fact, the only things left in my life that are somewhat annoying or stressful is my job, occasional bouts of loneliness, and my highly active (over active?) libido.

If I could find an attractive, loyal, artsy girl who enjoys nature, children, and simple living who would require personal time yet would be dedicated to the concept of family (chosen or otherwise), who had a similar libido and an interest in me, that’d be ideal. That’s not asking for too much, is it? Ha! Applications are being accepted!

Then, all I’d have left to complain about would be the job and I’m well on my way toward fixing that.

and now on to the next

I’m not one to celebrate a success before it’s time. However, there are some goals that never really finish (like, “quit smoking”, for example). Eventually we have to give ourselves some credit and move on to the next thing. So that’s what I’m doing.

There will be hard days and there will be easy days and most will land somewhere in between. But, I believe I’ve found a happy, healthy, rich method with which to give Celeste the attention and guidance she deserves while still caring for myself and getting the things done that society has made a requirement. It seems as though the very bad days are behind us and that I’ve gotten to a spot where I can quickly adjust based on her mood, my mood, any physical illness, and account for whatever behaviors she’s seen while away from me that may be out-of-line with what I think works best for her and myself.

So hooray for that. Celebrations will be held indefinitely.

And now on to the next.

little pieces

You might be surprised at how many times I’ve sat down to write as I am now, and the first things I’ve typed have said something to indicate that I had no idea what I was going to write and I hoped that, in the end, it was at least a little interesting for you, and a little helpful for me. Often, by the end, there is a clear point and I delete those words. Maybe I will today too.

hopeful

hopeful

A Dream and a Kiss

My dreams have never been at all similar to the types of dreams I hear most people talk about. For instance, until fairly recently, I’d never had a dream about any kind of sexual activity. Nudity, sure, but that’s it. When it finally did happen, it was mostly awkward in my dream and left me laughing about it when I woke.

Last night I dreamt about a kiss. Not only was it an unexpected dream, but the kiss itself was unexpected in the dream, lasted all of 3 seconds, and was quite wonderful. I’m not sure what that says about me or how I’m supposed to interpret it. Maybe I really don’t care. It was a nice dream. In true form for me, the other participant was not anyone that I currently have romantic interest in. Not that I wouldn’t or won’t in the future. It’s just the way things work. And I use the words “romantic interest” very loosely. I am, after all, a recently separated, single father with a stressful job who lives far away from everyone he knows.

A Lake and Fireworks

I spent last night at the lake with good friends, swimming and watching fireworks. I’ve brought Celeste swimming quite a bit this summer and she’s taken to the water like a fish. With so many boats in the lake, this was her first time to experience waves of any kind. Though they were small, some were at least half her height and definitely capable of overpowering her. She did well though. The first few knocked her underwater. She’s known how to hold her breath for quite a while, so that wasn’t a problem. She’d wait for me to scoop her up and then try again. Eventually, she let go of some of her independence when she realized she’d have a lot more fun in the “deep” water if she held on to something like my leg. If I wasn’t walking fast enough for her she’d say “Dada! Move!”. I’d ask her which way and she’d point out toward the middle of the lake. And that’s one reason among millions why she brings so much light into my life.

My clothes were still wet when I got home.

admiration

admiration

My Time and a Break

A good friend recently asked me, in regard to parenthood, “But, don’t you ever enjoy a break?” This is my response to her, with some editing and more added in.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy a break. But, when I get one, more often than not, I just find myself wishing Celeste was there. Especially after more than a few hours. More than anything it’d be nice to be able to “tag out” every now and then when I get frustrated or overwhelmed. That way I can calm down in my own space without having to do it in front of Celeste. But, that’s not a choice I have so I’m doing the best that I can.

I think if I had a partner — like a real partner, with two-way communication and sharing of duties, though not necessarily a wife or even a female — I’d have the best of both worlds. Then I could ask for a morning every now and then to myself and go find a sunrise and not have to worry about taking Celeste with me. Or I could stay up late and drink here and there not worry about having to be up in the morning with the kiddo.

Then again, when I do have time away from her (which is far too often) I rarely, if ever, spend it out drinking. And, though I’m not sure her young mind can possibly appreciate it in the same way I do, one of the things I look forward to most is being able to show my daughter a waterside sunrise one day.

I do have plenty of Daniel Time, despite my packed schedule and constant lists of chores. But, if I get to choose how to spend my Daniel time, it’ll probably be surrounded by my friends and their kids and, ideally, my kid too.

Parenting and Friends

I don’t think parenthood is something everyone should engage in. In these times, being a parent is not a requirement for our race to thrive. And there are enough distractions in life to make a childless life VERY rewarding. I don’t judge anyone who chooses not to have children and I appreciate all of those who choose to spend time with mine. But I do believe that almost everyone is capable of being a good parent if they can let go of time tables and silly schedules and just trust themselves.

And I think that parenting is always done best surrounded by as many people as possible. Yesterday was amazing: 6 kids, 5 adults, and everyone naturally looking out for everyone else. We all watched out for eachother’s kids and, even with sharp cliffs nearby in the almost pitch black, we could all rest assured that turning our eyes away from our children was an okay thing to do, because there were so many others watching out for them.

all days like this

I’ve slowly been intentionally revaluating my needs and desires, changing my expectations, and altering how I operate in order to find a way to live in greater harmony with the wants, desires, needs, and focuses of a young child as a single parent.

Celeste helps pot a plant

Celeste helps pot a plant

My practice (nor my theory) is anywhere close to perfect. But really, I don’t think the concept of perfect even applies here (or to most things, for that matter, but that that’s a tangent). However, every now and then everything just falls into place. And, thankfully, this is happening more and more often lately, despite the fact that my daughter is progressing deeper and deeper into what most people claim to be one of the least agreeable stages of childhood.

Yesterday, after picking my daughter up from daycare, we did the following:

  • Went shopping at a hardware store (one her least favorite places to shop because of my hesitation to let her explore with so many dangerous things around)
  • Planted 8 new plants outside
  • Repotted Henri (a basil plant I got for father’s day from Celeste (and Jess))
  • Pulled weeds
  • Took a shower
  • Made and ate dinner
  • Cleaned the kitchen
  • Did two loads of Laundry
  • Sweeped the living room, dining room, kitchen, and entry way
  • Cleaned her playroom
  • Went out for Ice Cream
  • Went to bed at a “reasonable” hour (reasonable for our lifestyle is any time before 9pm)
  • Went to sleep without argument

Of course all of this was done in between singing songs, drawing pictures, toddler dance parties, playing chase on the front sidewalk, digging in the dirt for fun, spraying eachother with the water hose, changing diapers, wiping noses, and the other usual things. And, since there’s no one here but her and I, it means all of this was done together or in close proximity. More interesting is that it was done all with only one small protest from her once that was quickly dodged.

I’m quite proud.

It was shockingly simple, really, and involved little more than throwing away any preprogrammed notions I have of what should or shouldn’t be and just following my instinct with little concern for anything outside of right now.

It encourages me not only to continue down this path with her, but to consider treating other aspects of my life in this same manner.

The best way to sum up the lesson I’ve learned is this:

Simply allow life to be great without demand for how or why. You will find more peace and happiness more often this way.

breaking horses

(While this is, specifically, about raising children, the same basic struggle can be applied to nearly every action I take and every thought that runs through my brain. Internal conflict abounds.)

There is a fine line between letting a child be a child and letting a child run wild. Or, put another way, there is a fine line between controlling a child and directing a child. Even at my daughter’s young age of 17 months I feel this. Every day.

On one hand, I want to clear everything dangerous and harmful from her path, even if it means personal sacrifice doing without things I enjoy. And then just let her run free. Let her explore and investigate everything with no restrictions. I want to answer questions, provide guidance, bring comfort and love, and never EVER have to use the word “No”.

On the other hand, I want my daughter to grow up to be a fully functioning (yet independently thinking) member of society. This means understanding that one cannot have everything they see. That, often, the answer is, indeed, “No”. And that, no matter who you are, where you live, or what you do, there is always someone you must answer to. Modern society provides a lot of amazing, wonderful, life enriching, life extending things. But, they are bittersweet when the come with such a cynical ceiling.

I don’t know anything about horses. So it won’t do any good to nit-pick at the finer points of this argument. But, to me, preparing a child for society almost feels like breaking a horse. You have this beautiful, wild, untouchable creature. Roaming free, living free, eating free, and existing without any of the benefits that modern society can provide it. Through the process of breaking the horse (by force or trust or whatever) you have a creature, much the same as the original, yet different. This new creature understands what it is allowed to do and what it isn’t. You have a creature that, regardless of why, chooses to obey those rules, at least for now. And that understanding — that seemingly small change — is actually present in every thought and choice that horse makes from that point forward.

It seems to be the same with humans. In the beginning you have nothing but a child: wild, free, somewhat understanding of it’s own bounds, but with no understanding of the bounds society places on it, and no understanding regarding why it should care. And, in the end, you have member of modern day society.

In order to get from the wild child to the upright citizen, there is a process. It is that very process that I struggle with; That very process that makes me sad and, at the same time, proud.

I, of course, take the most gentle approach possible with my daughter — and, if I were in the business of breaking horses, would do the same then, I believe. I seek trust over force time and time again. And I’ve had some great success. However, it doesn’t come without great frustration. I am left wondering if there might be a better way. And I am filled with worry that it might not even be necessary at all. And these things scare me. A lot.

I don’t have any answers. Only questions.

because I said so

“Because I said so” is one of those phrases every child hates. As an adult and now as a parent, I’m not sure I like it much more.

Celeste has a true mind of her own these days. If you tell her not to do something, she’ll do it again while giving you a stare down. If you tell her not to touch something, she’ll lick it instead. If you tell her not to lick something, she puts the whole thing in her mouth.

something to consider

something to consider

All of this has led me to wonder why it is I tell her “no” in the first place. Sure, licking the oil slick that forms under the cars in some of the driveways in my neighborhood makes perfect sense. Nothing really to question there. I understand the concept of certain chemical death, and she simply does not.

But take yesterday evening for example. I had a long day, a lot of driving, and I have a sinus infection that’s really kicking my ass. So, all in all, I just didn’t (still don’t, really) feel good. We had already gone outside a few times and I knew it was likely that after a few minutes of being outside she’d just want to come back inside, yet she was asking to go again. So I said “no”. And then I considered it.

Why not? “Because I said so” isn’t good enough when I’m answering myself. “Because I don’t feel like it” is certainly more accurate, but is that really fair? In the end, I opened the door, walked the 20 feet, tops, it takes to get to my front porch, and sat down and enjoyed the evening air. In the end, it was better than being inside.

Then she decided she wanted to play in the dirt. I started to say “no” and caught myself. Why not? If she gets really dirty (and yeah, she did) she’d need a change of clothes and probably a bath. But, she could use a bath anyway and it’s not like I had planned for her to sleep in the clothes she’s wearing. Yeah, it’s a little more work for me. But I hadn’t planned on doing anything anyway. So in the end, I let her. She made little piles of dirt all over the porch that I’ll eventually sweep back into the flower beds with no harm done. She got so much dirt in her hair I had to wash it twice to get the little specs to step clinging to her head beneath her hair. But, most importantly, she loved it.

I got out of the house and got some fresh air. We both laughed so hard together as she moved piles of dirt around the porch with a fork. I really enjoyed myself, the fresh air, and her constant smile.

So, once again, through my daughter who is not even a year an a half old, I’m learning some adult lessons that make me a better, happier, freer person. In this case the lesson is this:

Sometimes our first reaction is not the best reaction. Question yourself often.

And also:

Doing something is almost always better than doing nothing, even if it will require cleanup.

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.

vacation?

flying overWe leave in two days with what is probably the most hectic “vacation” schedule ever. On top of that, it’ll be the first time Celeste travels anywhere more than 4 hours away. Of course, we’re crazy, so she’ll make 7 different trips to places more than 4 hours away over the course of 3 weeks. In the words of Tim Roth from the movie Four Rooms, “I haven’t got a problem. I’ve got problems. Plural.”

If everything goes as planned it will go something like this:

Thursday(7/3) morning we leave for Syracuse by plane with one connecting flight.

Friday(7/4) morning we drive 6 hours to see my family in Vermont. We’re staying at my brother’s house with his wife and my two nieces.

Saturday(7/5) we have a big get together with whatever family my Grandma manages to round up.

Sunday(7/6) afternoon we drive 6 hours back to Syracuse and meet Jess’ parents there.

Monday(7/7) morning Jess, Celeste, and Jess’ parents drive 9 hours to where her parents live. I stay in Syracuse to work. No, I’m not happy about my poor little girl making her first very lengthy car trip and adventure into another country without me, but, this is the way it works best for Jess. Otherwise, she’d have 3 days less time to spend in Canada.

Friday(7/11) morning I make the 4 hour drive to Toronto by way of Rochester, Buffalo, and, generally, taking my time taking photos. I hang out with Kim for the evening and spend time having as much fun as is allowed by law in Toronto.

Saturday(7/12) morning I make the 5 hour drive to where Jess and Celeste are.

Then we spend all most two full weeks at a summer camp on the lake in the middle of bear infested woods using an outhouse and generally lazing around and, for those who like that sort of thing, enjoying doing nothing or, for those who don’t, trying to find activities and adventures to occupy your time. Mobile phones barely work here and Internet access is unheard of so, connection to the outside world will be nearly non-existent.

Thursday(7/24) morning we make the 9 hour drive to upstate New York to see the other half of my family. We’ll either be staying in a hotel or with my Grandma, depending on who else comes up for the weekend and how well my Grandma is feeling.

Friday(7/25) we have a big get together with whatever family my mom manages to round up.

Saturday(7/26) afternoon we make the 4.5 hour drive back to Syracuse.

Sunday(7/27) morning we get on a plane back to DFW with one connecting flight.

Monday(7/28) I go back to work because I need to save my vacation time for a trip back to Canada for Christmas.

Yeah. We’re crazy. I know. I wanted to break it up into smaller trips and combine the time in New York and Vermont into one 4 day event in order to save on the travel time, but Jess gets more time in Canada this way, even if it makes the trips to see my family a little shorter and more hectic.