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For The Love of Praise


2011
06.10

Talking about validation in my DBT support group for parents of kids struggling with various types of issues has coincided with recognition survey results at the bank where I work. It’s interesting how people like to be recognized, as no two people are alike. Some people want praise weekly, others don’t feel that’s necessary. Some want rewards and others just want verbal praise. But everyone wants praise and recognition to be sincere. Working at a big corporation certainly differs from working as a ballet instructor, but giving sincere praise is an important component for both.

One thing I really miss about dancing is the immediate praise you get while performing a combination. Either you’re doing it all right and don’t get any attention, you’re doing something wrong and get a correction (which is not a bad thing at all), or you’re doing it really well and get praise like, “Good girl, Tammy!” That was my favorite one from my favorite teacher, Melissa Lowe. J It was always my goal while doing turns across the floor or grand allegro to have her take notice and give me a “Good girl!” shout. And when I was teaching I made it a point to take notice when someone was pushing extra hard, or putting into practice a correction I’d given them, by saying something positive to them.

When I was dancing, I know for a fact that praise did way more for my technical improvement than negative feedback. Some teachers I could just tell didn’t like me for some reason or another, and nothing I could do would get a nod of approval. Once I took an entire class where the teacher hated how I put my weight over the ball of my supporting foot when working on one leg. This was major. It was how I’d been taught to stand when doing tendus with the working leg, for instance. She wanted the weight to stay exactly where it had been when standing on two feet in 1st position. So I’d move into a tendu and fall over without hanging onto the barre for dear life. It was very odd and I never went back to her class again. I was also in severe pain for at least week afterward.

Now I’m working on bringing this validation and praise home. I realize that I pick at my own kids for the things I wish they didn’t do (“Your room is a mess! Pick up all these clothes—either put them away or put them in the dirty clothes basket!”) rather than praising them for the things they are doing right. “Thanks for emptying the dishwasher when I asked you to. It makes life a lot easier for everyone when we help each other out.”

Praise. Give it sincerely and give it often when deserved. It will improve this world. You never know what hassles people are going through in their personal lives, so showing praise for a job well done at work or in ballet class can sometimes be what is getting someone through the day.

My Little Pirate


2010
05.13

Thomas had to dress up like a pirate for school today.  Here’s the outfit my parents put together for him!

MyPirate

Picnics and Naps


2010
02.21

After several weeks of either snow or rain, this weekend we were blessed with days in the lower 60’s!  My husband suggested a picnic at the park with Thomas, since the girls were out with their cousin having lunch before guitar lessons.  We packed turkey and cheese sandwiches on hoagies, fresh pineapple, carrots, peppers, chips, and Girl Scout cookies, then set off.  Just about every other house on the way to the park had people outside either weeding or washing their cars.  Sure, I’ve seen the loyal few who are out for a run or walk even in 30 degree temperatures, for for the most part I feel like everyone has been staying inside until the weather got nice enough to spend some time outdoors.

Thomas enjoyed the picnic and played on the slides and swings until three older boys showed up.  They had some kind of toy guns and were spying on each other in the trees and bushes surrounding the park.  Thomas wanted to join in so badly, he went to help the poor boy who’d been left to fend for himself against the other two, bigger, boys.  He was telling him quite loudly where the other two were hiding!  It was really funny, but soon after that we were ready to head home—Woody and I on foot, Thomas on his bike with training wheels.  We had a diet ice-tea with a lid that he put in his little bag on the front of his bike, and every block or so he’d stop and get off his bike to take a drink.

Back at home the adults settled in for nice naps, while Thomas watched his favorite cartoon channel on TV.  Now Woody is off to study at the library for his Foreign Service oral assessment and Thomas is across the street playing with Breahna and her two little sisters.  The girls are still with their cousin so this gives me the perfect excuse and time to write some blog posts!

Am I A Paranoid Parent?


2010
02.20
My girls

Birkdale Village is a trendy little shopping district in Huntersville, near to the town where we live.  There’s a movie theater there and lots of stores like Barnes and Noble, the Gap, Victoria’s Secret, Bath and Body Works, etc.  There are also many restaurants and coffee shops, and apartments above all the shops.  When it was first built a few years ago, my kids were still pretty young.  I remember thinking that when my children became teenagers I would not allow them to roam around Birkdale on a weekend evening…it has become the thing for young teens to do, to the angst of many policemen and parents.

So where are my children tonight, you ask?  Hmmm, interesting question.  We dropped them off to see a movie at 7:00 and they are saying to come pick them up at 10:00.  I’m thinking that will give them some roaming time, and I’m not liking that.  I’ve witnessed the policemen who patrol the area, asking kids where their parents are, and I just don’t want my kids causing problems for anyone.

So does that make me paranoid?  My girls are super good at manipulating situations and getting their way regardless of my stand.  They make me feel like a paranoid parent.  What do you think?

Order Up a Rainbow, Please


2010
02.18

This morning on the way to taking Thomas to his preschool, he asked if I’d ever seen a real rainbow.  I told him that yes, indeed I had, and it was beautiful.  He said, “Does it have to rain first?”

I told him that sometimes rainbows do appear after it rains.

He asked me, “Could you please call up the weather man at the news station and tell him to say we’re going to have rain today?  I really want to see a rainbow!”

Cute how 5 year olds think things work, and the power they attribute to the weather man.

Any Minute…


2010
02.12

The other day my son, Thomas, was making a mess with his toys—but what else is new?  Anyway, I told him to please pick them up because his father would be home any minute.

“What’s any minute mean?”

“Well, it means any time now.”

Less than five minutes later, I asked Thomas again to please pick up his toys.

“Any minute and I will,” was his quick response.

What Makes SpongeBob so Great Anyway?


2010
02.09

spongebob Honestly, I think it’s one of the dumbest shows I’ve ever seen.  But my kids (all of them, regardless of age) just love the show!  They sit, mesmerized (the 5 year old Thomas), or laughing their heads off (Deanna and Debby, the teenagers).  Me, I can’t wait to turn it off or leave the room.  When the girls were young I wouldn’t let them watch it based on my own principles—or the belief that such stupidity should not be propagated into my childrens’ brains.  Now, after watching it a few times I think it’s basically harmless, but I still don’t get the appeal.  Anyone have any ideas to shed some light on this mystery?

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