New Year's Resolution: WWJD?

In January of 2018, I gave up sugar.  In March of 2018, I was back to eating sugar, although I'll admit, I don't crave it as much.  For 2019, I wanted to do something more meaningful that focused less on myself and more on others.

While living in Idaho for the past three months, I have felt lonely and depressed.  For three weeks in a row, however, during my weekly trip to Walmart, I was able to help some people.  The first two weeks, I simply got something from a high shelf for women, after being politely asked.  The third week, I saw a woman carrying some things in her arms and pushing a case of water bottles with her feet.  Without being asked, I picked up the water bottles and walked to the front of the store with this woman ("I'm not sure where my husband went..." she told me).  These experiences brought me temporary happiness in my lonely state of being.  Although it was temporary, it is the type of happiness I long for.

For the upcoming year, my resolution is love others as Jesus loves them.  This isn't just about helping out those in need.  I'm going to attempt to step way out of my comfort zone and befriend those who, like myself, seem lonely.  What better way for me to make friends?  

This last year, I've been trying really hard to see others the way Christ sees them.  I have met or worked with people who just really get my blood boiling.  But I've noticed that when I show them Christlike love, it becomes much easier to work with them.  Something I've thought a lot about is the emphasis on "I am a child of God" when really, the emphasis should be on "He/She is a child of God".  We get so wrapped up in our own struggles that we forget that the people around us may be having struggles of their own.  

I think of the story of Christ when he fed the multitudes.  He went off to a secluded place but was followed by a mass of people.  Rather than send them away, Christ taught them and healed the sick.  He had his apostles feed them.  He still showed love, even though he was trying to get away for some alone time.

I know that some of what I have proposed to do is going to be difficult, but I also know that through serving others, my life will be blessed as I bless the lives around me.  The road to happiness just might be that simple.

Must Be Funny

I grew up a Nintendo kid.  Super Mario, Donkey Kong, The Legend of Zelda, Pokemon.  With the press of a button I was transported into a world of adventure.  I enjoyed hours of mind numbing entertainment.  At least, my mom thought it was mind numbing.  In fact, one of the most important life skills was taught to me through video games.  That skill was money management.
In the Pokemon games, you can earn money (Pokedollars) by winning Pokemon battles.  The Pokedollars can be used to purchase items for your Pokemon, decorations for your clubhouse, or various activities.  I quickly learned that I had to save my Pokedollars so I could purchase enough health items for my Pokemon before battling the Champion.  In one game, I got up to 900,000 Pokedollars.  I panicked anytime my balance went under 900,000.
In real life, I earn money and I watch how much I spend.  If I reach a certain balance, I reduce my spending.  I save up for important things that I need to succeed in my life.  The year 2018 has been a struggle, though.  Between a new car, car repairs, vet bills, and moving out to Idaho, it became very difficult to save money.  I was spending more than I was earning.  I eventually got to the point where I just stopped spending.  I literally only bought food and gas.
I now have next to nothing in my accounts.  But, because of what I learned as a child playing Nintendo, I can now make a dollar go a long way.  My banking account keeps me up at night, but in the morning, I remember that everything always works out in the end for those who work for what they need.  And 2018 is almost over.  Here's to a cheap and thrifty 2019!

Wanted vs. Needed

Something I have struggled with a lot for the past years is feeling wanted.  Probably the most difficult thing about having anxiety is the fear of what other people think about me.  I tend to over think things when I am around others.  Why did I say that?  Why am I still talking?  They're probably waiting for me to shut up so they can leave.  And when I'm by myself, the thoughts still come.  Why am I such a boring person?  What are my talents?  Why is it so hard to like me?  Acknowledging the fact that these thoughts stem from my anxiety makes it a little bit easier for to socialize.  But the thing I still can't help but wonder is:  Why do I feel needed, but not wanted?
I feel like being wanted is much more important than being needed.  I have people asking me favors all the time.  Other than that, they really don't talk to me.  I'm only a friend when someone needs something.Then I started Mannying.  For the first time in a long time, I actually felt wanted.  The boys and I developed a wonderful relationship.  I didn't realize just how wonderful it was until it was time to leave them.  All three boys got stressed out and I went into the worst and longest depression I'd ever been in.  I often wondered why I was feeling the way I was.  I realized it was because I wasn't used to feeling wanted.
Now, out in Idaho, I have a Mannying job two days a week.  My highlight of the week is knocking on the door and hearing my name being called out excitedly.  And when the parents come home and it's time for me to leave, the kids lock the doors and tell me I can't leave.  I actually have to sneak out of the house some nights.  But I love it!  The kids want me around.  They want me around.  It's a great feeling.
What I think everyone should remember is to treat everyone like they are important, because they are.  Next time you need a favor from someone, make sure you also make an effort to get to know that someone better.  Try harder to be their friend.
At this point in my life, I'm trying to figure out how I can change so people will want to be around me.  As much as I love the kids I work with, it's kind of embarrassing saying that my best friend is two decades younger than me.  I just need to break out of my shell called anxiety.

Operation: Childspeak pt. 4

In one of the classes I'm currently taking (Behavioral Learning Psychology), we learned about reinforcement and punishment.  There are two types of reinforcement and two types of punishment:  positive and negative.  Positive reinforcement is rewarding a good behavior by giving the child something they want, such as a treat.  Negative reinforcement is rewarding a good behavior by taking something the child doesn't want, such as giving them a break from a chore.  Positive punishment is giving something aversive to the child after a bad behavior, such as a spanking or time out.  Negative punishment is taking something from a child after a bad behavior, such as taking away a privilege.  For this post, I will be focusing on positive reinforcement.
I have mentioned before that childspeak is centered around love.  You know your child best, but have you ever thought about their love languages?  These can be the perfect and simplest forms of positive reinforcement.  I'll admit that I always thought that love languages were a bunch of mumbo jumbo.  But after working with children for as long as I have, I have come to realize that every child responds differently to different reinforcements.  Almost all of these reinforcements fall under a love language category.
The five love languages are:  Physical touch, service, words of affirmation, gifts, and quality time.  For kids, I have found that the three most effective love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation, and quality time.
The boys I worked with in Pennsylvania loved receiving gifts.  But the gifts weren't used for long.  The boys eventually got bored with them.  This told me that receiving gifts was not one of their love languages.  I eventually found that the boys fell under three categories of love language:  Physical touch, words of affirmation, and quality time.  Physical touch and words of affirmation are by far the easiest forms of reinforcement.  Anytime one of the boys performed a good behavior, such as cleaning something up without being asked or simply using good manners, I would gently put my hand on their back (physical touch) and praise them (words of affirmation) for being awesome.  When homework and chores got finished in a timely fashion, we then had plenty of time to spend together (quality time).  I found that these three types of reinforcement worked much better than physical prizes.  Not only did the boys feel rewarded, they also felt loved.
The love languages don't have to be used for just reinforcement, though.  When consoling a child, a certain love language can help the child calm down.  Gently rubbing their back (physical touch), while sitting with them (quality time) and assuring them that everything will be okay (words of affirmation) works wonders.  I have even used this technique during tantrums.  But doesn't that reinforce the tantrum? you might ask?  Not at all.  During a tantrum, your child is of a different mind set.  One of the boys had a pretty severe tantrum my second to last day with him.  While I sat with him (quality time), gently rubbed his back (physical touch), and told him everything was okay (words of affirmation), the boy told me that he felt like his mother didn't love him.  He knew this wasn't true, but he was in a different mindset.  At that moment in time, he genuinely believed his mother didn't love him.  I sat and talked with him until he calmed down, my hand continuing to do gentle laps around his back.  Because of how well I know this child, I can tell you that he calmed down a lot quicker than if I had just left him alone to scream and cry.
Remember that for this child, physical touch, words of affirmation, and quality time were the love languages needed.  This isn't the case for every child.  For a lot of children, it's actually better to leave them alone during a tantrum.  They may be so angry with you that they don't want you anywhere near them.  After speaking with them gently to tell them everything will be alright (words of affirmation), leave the child alone.  If that is what they want, then you will be providing a service for them, which, if you remember, is one of the love languages.
Every child is different.  I don't know what your child's specific love languages are.  But I urge you to find out what they are.  Your relationship with your child will grow in a way that every parent wishes for.  Your child just wants to be loved.  The more love they receive, the more love they are likely to give.

'Man's Search For Meaning' Book Review

I kind of cheated this week.  This is actually paper I had to write for my History and Systems of Psychology class.

Man's Search for Meaning Book Review

Viktor E. Frankl's Man's Search for Meaning has been a must-read for decades. Frankl's portrayals of his experiences in Auschwitz are both haunting and enlightening. The book is split into two sections: Frankl's experiences in Auschwitz and other concentration camps; and a detailed description of logotherapy and its uses. While at the concentration camps, Frankl described the hardships he and his colleagues faced. He mentioned the pains and illnesses suffered in the camps and how he was able to rise above them all and stay optimistic. Years later, after returning to normal every day life, Frankl coined the term logotherapy, which he defined as “the meanings to be fulfilled by the patient in his future” (Frankl, V., 1959, pp. 98). In other words, logotherapy helps patients reevaluate their lives so they can make the changes needed to live a happier life. Frankl then gave different examples of how he has used logotherapy to help various patients.

While in the concentration camps, Frankl witnessed many of his fellow prisoners give up on life. They had lost their meaning for living. Because of his medical experience, Frankl was put to work as a camp medic. He saw a lot of illness and death. For many of the deaths, though, Frankl believes the cause to be a mental shut down of sorts. Living in a concentration takes a toll on a person and it is easy to give up. The men he saw die were usually the ones who had given up on life. This goes to show how important it is to have a meaning in life.

The second part of the book explains logotherapy, which Frankl used to help people renew their sense of purpose. He gave examples of different methods he used with his patients. One method Frankl used, which was the basis of logotherapy, was the paradoxical intention. Frankl discovered that by having someone willingly try to react to their fears, they would find that they physically could not react. Frankl gave the example of a boy who had a stutter. The boy got caught hitching a ride on a streetcar and attempted to exaggerate his stuttering for sympathy. He actually didn't stutter at all. By forcing himself to do something he did involuntarily, he was able overcome it (Frankl, V., 1959, pp.126). The goal of using logotherapy is to reestablish someone's meaning. When someone is feelin helpless and just wants to give up, usually by suicide, logotherapy can be used to help the subject overcome their struggle and reawaken their sense of meaning.

The part of the book that stood out to me the most was in part two when Frankl discussed the existential vaccuum. Frankl defines the existential vaccuum as a person's “inner emptiness, a void within themselves” (Frankl, V., 1959, pp. 106). This is my first semester at Brigham Young University-Idaho. I had been attending a community college in my home state of Pennsylvania before moving out west. I have experienced the existential vacuum first hand. Other than going to my classes, church, and work, I spent a lot of my time in bed. I felt empty inside, often wondering if I had made the right choice in moving out west. I know what I want to do with my life, but with over three years left of college, I wondered if it was worth it.

There was a particular day I was really struggling in my search for motivation and meaning. The next day, in part two of Man's Search for Meaning, I read the following: “...everyone's task is as unique as is his specific opportunity to implement it” (Frankl, V., 1959, pp. 109). This simple sentence, and a few lines before, really struck me. Not only did my life have meaning, but I was the only one who could fulfill it.

After eventually getting my Masters degree, I plan on being a middle school guidance counselor. I love working with kids, especially in the pre- to young teen ages. I have been working with children through Church and my job for years. After reading the line mentioned above, I realized that maybe I am the only one who can help a certain child in the future. My eyes were opened from reading Frankl's words. And my meaning reasserted itself. College made sense to me again. Even though it is difficult right now, the end goal is what should be my priority.

Frankl's book, though difficult in parts, was a great read for me. It truly changed my perspective on what life is about. I have a new outlook on life that I pray I will never become blind to. 

 

Works Cited

Frankl, V. E. (2006). Mans search for meaning. Boston: Beacon Press.

A Great Depression

Moving out to Idaho was definitely the most difficult thing I have ever done.  Don't get me wrong, I was ready to be on my own.  I'm keeping up with my finances, grocery shopping, and medications.  I'm being very responsible.  The hard part was leaving the people I know and love.  The hard part was going from busy busy busy to laying in bed wondering what to do next.
Classes are going well.  I'm doing well in both.  I'm working two days a week, five hours each day.  I love my job as a Manny and look forward to Wednesdays and Saturdays.  My cat, Zoe, has finally adjusted to living in a new place, even though she never leaves the bedroom.  She's more relaxed and cuddly.  Things really are going well.
So why am I so depressed?
Back in Pennsylvania, before I left, I was rarely at home.  I had a lot of things going on in my life.  A lot of positive things.  A job that kept me busy, a Little Brother to visit with, a job at church working with other single adults.  I basically went home to eat and sleep.  But now, I rarely leave my apartment.  I go to class, to church, run errands, and hang out with people I'm slowly getting to know and open up to.  That doesn't take up a lot of my time, though.  When I'm not doing homework, I can usually be found in my room napping or playing games on my Kindle, only leaving to use the bathroom or get something to eat.  When I'm not at work or school, I honestly struggle with finding a purpose.
Depression isn't new to me.  I've been depressed before, but only for a day or two at a time.  This has been going on for a couple of months now.  Now before you start to worry, I would never hurt myself or anyone.  I like to think that I am generally a cheerful person.  So, in a way, you could say I have optimistic depression.  I'm struggling, but I know it's only temporary.  I just need a purpose.
I have been searching for and applying to Mannying jobs.  My current boss has referred me to multiple people.  Something is bound to come my way.
I have made a couple of new friends.  With my social anxiety, it's always been difficult for me to make friends, so I expected friendships to take awhile.  But I'm getting there.  As much as I hate meeting new people, I have met some pretty awesome folks out here.
My slump will end.  I have really good days, usually days that I work.  I remain positive in all that do.  It gets tough, but I like to think that I'm tougher.

How Porn Kills Love

For the past couple of years, sexual misconduct has become one of the most recurring stories on evening news broadcasts.  Top tier celebrities and politicians have been accused of rape or molestation.  People often wonder what would possess someone to take advantage of another human in such a heinous manner.  Studies are beginning to show that addiction to pornography may be to blame.
One such study reviewed the differences between men who view pornography and those that don't.  The study eventually found that "men who viewed pornography, report a greater likelihood of raping, committing sexual assault, higher rape myth acceptance, lower willingness to intervene in a sexual assault situation, and lower efficacy to intervene in a sexual assault situation". (Foubert)  Men who view pornography desensitize themselves to the fact that a woman is not an object.  They eventually become willing to do anything for a little bit of pleasure, no matter who it hurts.
Another study was performed to find how men reacted to different genres of entertainment.  While drama and comedy did not seem to solicit negative results, sports, pornography, music videos, and even reality TV produced violent and objectifying results.  These forms of entertainment in one way or another tend to objectify women, whether in the show itself or in the commercials.  These findings indicated that "exposure to sexually objectifying media is associated with greater endorsement of attitudes and behaviors supportive of sexual violence toward women". (Seabrook)  Again we see that men who view anything, be it porn or even just certain commercials, are likely to become more violent and careless around women.
The fact is that because of pornographic material, men have conditioned themselves to see women as less than human.  Think about it.  They are viewing someone else's body in the way a child views a cotton candy maker.  All that is on their mind is temporary pleasure.  The woman's body is no longer hers.  It is now an object to bring men carnal joy.
But are men the only ones to blame?  It is their actions we're discussing here, after all.  Men, believe it or not, have the ability to choose how they act around a woman.  But put into consideration the female porn stars, exotic dancers, and prostitutes.  They are willingly selling their bodies to men.  Seriously, are there no better ways to make money?  It's mind boggling going onto Facebook and seeing your feminist friends supporting such occupations.  "It's the only way she can make money" is their mantra.  No it's not!  One journalist put it this way: "Feminists have often misunderstood sexual prohibition. I am not advocating a return to the days of hiding female sexuality, but I am noting that the power and charge of sex are maintained when there is some sacredness to it". (Wolf)  Although it is definitely men's actions that are the problem in today's society, there are women out there, possibly unknowingly, promoting rape culture.  This just makes it more difficult for men to keep their hands to themselves. 

 Works Cited

 

Foubert, John D., et al. “Pornography Viewing among Fraternity Men: Effects on 

          Bystander Intervention, Rape Myth Acceptance, and Behavioral Intent to 

          Commit Sexual Assault."  Sexual Addiction & Compulsivity, vol. 18, no. 4,

          October 2011, pp. 212-231.

 

Seabrook, Rita C., et al. “Less than Human? Media Use, Objectification of

          Women, and Men's Acceptance of Sexual Aggression."  Psychology of

          Violence, May 2018.  

 

Wolf, Naomi. “The Trouble with Porn .” Times, The (United Kingdom), Apr.

          2009, p. 7-8. 

Anxious for Love

I took the boys bowling a couple months ago.  When it was time to put our names into the system, this is what we came up with:
14-year old: Zilla25
6-year old: *His name*
Me: Phat
And then there's the 12-year old: Forever Alone
I'm not sure if he genuinely thinks he'll be alone forever or if he was poking fun at me.  Knowing this kid, he was probably teasing me.  
Since moving out to Idaho, I've been thinking a lot about relationships and marriage.  BYU-Idaho's nickname is BYU-I Do, after all.  But as my anxiety has grown and I noticed that I couldn't even ask someone for directions without trembling, I realized that marriage may not be happening for me anytime soon.  Just the idea of speaking to a stranger makes me want to hide my head in the sand.  I was thinking the other day that I need to find an introvert like myself.  But then I realized that would be nearly impossible.  Where do introverts go to meet?  Serious question here!
Anxiety, though the largest, is only one factor that contributes to my unwed status.  I also suffer from pride and pickiness (Sounds like a Jane Austen novel!).  The ideal woman must be aware of her surroundings.  I look around campus and see girls with their faces being sucked into their phones.  That can't be healthy!  I have a flip phone for a reason.  I like to be aware of what is going on around me.  A smart phone would just be a distraction for me.  I'm not ashamed to admit it. 
I also want someone closer to my age.  It hasn't been confirmed yet, but I'm pretty sure I'm the oldest student on campus.  (I know I'm not, but it certainly feels that way!)  With almost ten years between me and the Freshmen, I worry that I'll end up as what my grandma calls a "Cradle Robber".  I want someone within at least four or five years of my age.
Lastly, I need a woman with common sense.  I find myself rolling my eyes a lot nowadays.  Maybe it's because I'm so much older than a lot of the other students.  Or maybe common sense is just dead.
Along with common sense comes common courtesy.  My brother and I had a game night last week with some of his friends.  Two of his friends are currently madly in love with each other.  They sat in the middle of the table playing their own game while everyone else played around them.  I can respect that they are smitten with each other.  It's kind of cute, actually.  But be aware of what is going on around you.  I want someone who will be madly in love with me, but still be aware of the people around them.
Maybe I'm asking too much.  But my mom once told me that it's okay to be picky.  If I'm going to spend the rest of eternity with someone, I want to be sure that I found the right someone.
Future Mrs. Kretchman, if you're out there, I'm currently in Idaho.  Come look me up.  Please.

Adulting pt. 3: College Days

As mentioned in my last post, I am now living in Rexburg, Idaho attending BYU-Idaho.  I am currently just taking two classes:  History and Systems of Psychology and Behavioral Learning Psychology.  After two days of class, I am sure that I will do well.  My professors are amazing and the subjects of the classes really hold my interest.  I'm not worried about failing.  Life as a college student is what I'm worried about.
I have five roommates in my apartment, aged 18 to 23.  I'm 27.  I told them they can call me grandpa if they'd like.  I'm pretty much a grumpy old man anyway.  Lights are being left on, people are talking and singing late into the night, trash is being left on the counters.  Not only are my old man instincts kicking in, but so are my Mannying instincts.  Should I clean up after them?  Should I tell them to clean up their own messes?  Or should I not worry about it?  The other guys obviously don't worry about it, so I guess I shouldn't either?  So I'm torn.  Am I grandpa, the Manny, or just one of the guys?  My head is spinning.
I've chosen to ignore how my roommates live unless it affects me in some way.  What I can't ignore, though, is the size of campus and the lack of signs.  At the community college I attended in Pennsylvania, you could stand in one spot and see all the buildings, and yet they still had signs all over campus pointing you where to go.  BYU-I is ginormous and doesn't have a single sign telling me where I am.  The buildings are huge and only have one sign, right in front.  They're also all the same color.  So to figure out where I am, I need to walk around the buildings just to see their names.  I haven't been late to class...yet.
Making friends has always been a struggle for me.  At the community college, you sat down next to someone and ignored them for most of the semester.  At BYU-I, you sit down next to someone and become their best friend.  Very unsettling for me.  "Oh, you're 27?  Good for you, man!"  Um, thanks?  It's strange knowing that half the students on campus were in 3rd grade when I graduated high school.
I started a Mannying job yesterday for a family I've known since I was kid.  The mom used to babysit me, and now I'm babysitting her kids.  At the end of my shift yesterday, one of the kids asked their mom if I could sleep at the house.  The mom's reply was "I don't know if I can afford Philip living with us."  No worries.  I don't know if I can afford Philip living with me either. That being said, I'm excited to be working with kids again!
College life is going to difficult for me for awhile, but I'm sure I'll adjust.  I've joked around with a friend about starting a 25+ club (he's 25-years old).  So far, we've met another 25-year old and a 26-year old.  I'm still the oldest, but I'm not worried.  I just need to find my place on campus and not worry about my age.

The Life of Philip, Chapter 2

On Tuesday, September 4, 2018, my mom and I set out on a cross country trek to Rexburg, Idaho.  Rexburg is the home of Brigham Young University Idaho campus, where I will be finishing up my Bachelor's degree in Psychology.  For the first time in twenty-seven years, I will be living somewhere other than my parents house.  This is a new beginning for me.
I have waited for this day for a long time.  I have felt that I have been ready to live independently for awhile.  All I needed was the proper motivation.  While attending the community college in Pennsylvania, I switched majors numerous times.  While working with the boys, I finally decided on majoring in Psychology with hopes to become a middle school guidance counselor.  I have never felt a hundred percent sure about a major until now.  Working as a Manny for the past two years helped me in this decision.
The most difficult part of moving was leaving my Manny job.  I have grown to love the boys as if they were my own.  Imagine having to leave your children so you can move on with your life.  It hurts a lot.  Saying goodbye was rough. 
I have been trying to focus on my future, though.  Just two and a half more years before I get my Bachelor's degree, then on to my Master's.  I've got a lot of schooling ahead of me, but it will all be worth it in the end.  I'm looking forward to continuing my education.
Being on the opposite side of the country from my parents will be different, but I'll have my younger brother and some friends near by.  And I'm excited to meet new people and make friends.
Although I'm not entirely emotionally ready to leave, I know that I am mentally ready.  I have been trying to become more independent in the past couple years and feel that I am ready to live on my own.  As I meet new people and work new jobs, I will become more comfortable being away from those I love most.  The future is bright.  I'm ready to bask in what is to come.

No Tech Day pt. 2: No Tech Week

About a month ago, I decided I wanted to do another No Tech Day with the boys.  It had been about a year since our last one.  As the days went by and I witnessed more and more agitation and fighting over electronics, I decided to go with a No Tech Week.  When I told the boys, they had the following reactions:
14-year old:  That sounds like a good idea.  Sounds healthy!
12-year old:  ...
6-year old:  Wait!  Can we still eat cereal?

On Monday of last week, the TVs got turned off.  The computers, video games, and handheld devices were ignored.  No Tech Week had begun.

Monday found the older boys playing Chess, bike riding into Harrisburg, and finding ways to entertain themselves.  The four of us spent some time at the library, then the park.  The 6-year old had two meltdowns, which is not normal for him at all.  There was a lot of bickering and crying.  I blamed it on tech withdrawals.

Tuesday was a little smoother.  Still some bickering and outbursts from the younger boys.  We did a scavenger hunt at a different library in which we received ten clues with call numbers.  We hunted down the books, whose locations were described in riddles, and solved the puzzle.  Then off to another park!

Wednesday is transition day from dad's house to mom's house.  We made what was supposed to be a quick stop to yet another library to return and check out books.  It wasn't so quick.  I had two of the three boys in sight.  The 12-year old had wandered off.  I quickly found him sitting down with a pile of books on his lap, reading.  This was huge!  The 12-year old is not a big fan of reading, so after seeing him with not just one, but four books on his lap, I decided to stay a little longer.  He ended up checking out the books, which turned out to be hacks for Minecraft.  But hey, at least he was reading!  The day continued with bike riding with the neighbor boys.

Thursday was the day the boys absolutely could not wait for.  I had gotten permission from both parents to take the boys camping.  We left early in the afternoon, running a few errands before hand.  We stopped at PetSmart to visit with the critters there (and to buy some cat food for my baby girl), then my house to pick up some things I had forgotten.  We got to our campsite, put up our tents, then went to the pool.  I should mention that this was probably the most humid day I had ever experienced.  The pool was so refreshing!  We returned to camp, took about an hour and half to make a fire, played at the playground, and went to bed.  Longest night of my life.  Sleeping in tents is definitely the worst part of camping.

Friday finally came.  We got the campsite packed and cleaned just in time for a light drizzle.  We headed back home.  More Chess games were played.  Yet another playground was visited.  And I was about ready to fall over.  So I had a surprise for the boys.  Around 2:30 in the afternoon, I had the boys read for a little while.  Then,when the last page was read, No Tech Week was over.  The boys went their separate ways and life continued as normal.  Except, there was no bickering.  No anger, crying, meltdowns.  Just calm.

My goal in having No Tech Week was met.  I wanted the boys to learn that they could find ways to entertain themselves that did not involve electronics.  The 12-year old, who on Monday and Tuesday kept asking me what he could do, finally figured out how to entertain himself.  I also wanted to see how their attitudes changed throughout the week.  I was not disappointed.
Monday and Tuesday were the most difficult days by far.  Tantrums, cursing, crying, and angry outbursts from the 6-year old.  Angry nitpicking from the 12-year old.  I assumed it was from tech withdrawals.  Turned out I was right.  Wednesday came around, and there was next to no fighting, no outbursts, and absolutely no cursing.  Thursday and Friday, I'm not even sure I was with the same kids.  Manners came out of nowhere from all three boys, but especially the 6-year old.  Please, thank you, and sorry were being thrown around willy-nilly.  I was so shocked at one point, the 6-year old actually had to remind me to say "You're welcome" after he thanked me for getting him a drink.  I watched as the boys spent time together, having fun, showing love to each other.  I was tempted to just throw the electronics out after seeing this huge change.  But I don't want the boys to hate me.
I may never know why electronics have such a negative impact on the way children behave, but after this past week, after seeing the big change in the boys, I am going to try to take more time with the boys, away from electronics.  I only have a little under a month left with the them before going off to college.  I want them to learn to appreciate each other and to use their imaginations.  I work with three wonderful boys.  I want them to know just how wonderful they are.  They won't learn that while staring at a screen.

The Manny Diaries pt. 6: The Review

As my time with the boys comes to a close (just one more month! *sob*), I decided to have the boys rate me.  I made up a little worksheet for them.  At the top were five stars.  They colored in however many stars they thought I deserved.  After coloring in the stars, there were two questions to answer: 
What do you like most about Philip?
and
What do you not like about Philip?
Here are the results:

The 6-year old gave me five stars, but said I should actually get five billion billion million thousand stars.  What he likes most about me is that I play with him and I do stuff for him.  When I asked him what he doesn't like about me, he said "Nothing!  I just like you and that's it."
For the past almost two years, I spent the majority of my time with the 6-year old.  We became really close buddies.  He loves spending time with me and stresses out when I leave his side.  I have to tell him anytime I need to go to the bathroom, just so he doesn't worry about me.  He's got a huge heart.  I'm going to miss his innocence and unconditional love.

The 14-year old gave me a nine out of five star rating.  He likes that I am responsible, caring, and funny.  He doesn't like that I am leaving to go to college.  This answer caught me off guard.  I was so sure that this kid wouldn't care about my moving away.  He is a teenager, after all.
As I've mentioned in previous posts, the 14-year old really didn't like me when I first started with him and his brothers.  He was a loner, moody, always on his phone or video games.  He would lock his bedroom door so I always had to talk to him through the door.  He told me a couple times how much he hated me.  Twenty months later, he and are like two peas in a pod.  He talks my ear off, tells me jokes, fun facts, Would You Rathers, and creams me in Chess.  He still tells me he hates me, but only in fun.  He always says it with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye.

The 12-year old's review of me was exactly what I had expected:  pure nonsense.  He gave me a negative fifteen out of five star rating.  His answer to what he likes about me is as follows:
"He's honest.  (Too honest.)  He's OK at being smart.  He can count...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmm...He can do the alphabet."
That's exactly what he put, down to the the last 'U'.  Even the parenthetical "Too honest" was all him.
His answer to what he doesn't like about me:
"He wakes me up too much.  He has no tech days.  He has no tech weeks.  He has no tech weeks.  He has no tech weeks.  He STILL has no tech weeks.  He doesn't know what a space cucumber is.  (I don't either.)"
Again, word for word (I made some spelling corrections, though.).
When I told the 12-year old I would be posting this on my blog, his eyes got wide and he said "Make sure they know I'm kidding!"  When I asked him how many stars he would really give me, he told me he would give me five.
The 12-year old and I hit it off right away.  He is a social butterfly who makes friends with nearly everyone he meets.  He and I have a lot of heart to heart conversations in which I give him advice on patience and kindness.  And he listens!  This kid has grown so much since I first met him.  He is more patient, less angry, and more loving.

It's going to be super difficult for me to leave these boys.  I get depressed every time I think about it.  Even though I'll be on the other side of the country, my thoughts and heart will always be with the three young souls I left in Pennsylvania.  My boss/mom and I have already planned to Skype on the 6-year old's birthday.  The older boys each have my phone number to keep in contact.  And I'll be back to visit.  I've even told my mom (jokingly, of course.) that when I do come back to visit, I'll be seeing the boys before I see her and my dad.  I'll be counting down the days.

Role Swap!

 

Imagine:  A 27-year old man acting like a 12-year old boy.  And a 12-year old boy acting like a 27-year old man.  That is exactly what happened last Thursday.

I have been attempting to drill the Golden Rule into the 12-year old's brain.  I eventually thought that the best way to do this would be to swap roles.  I warned him a few days in advance so he wasn't surprised.  He knew what day we would be swapping roles, but not what time of day.  So last Thursday, around noon, I made the boys some lunch.  When the 12-year was finished eating, I handed him a list:

Ask me what I want for lunch

Make me lunch

Clean up dog pee in kitchen (Don't worry!  It's just water!)

Make sure I turn off my Kindle

Make sure I eat everything

Put my plate in the dishwasher, then we're done!

I didn't plan it this way, but the 12-year old insisted I call him Philip.  He called me by his name, which will be 'J' for this post.  

First thing on the list.  Ask me what I want for lunch.  I just sat on the couch, playing Subway Surf on my Kindle, unresponsive.  He asked me a couple more times before I finally told him I wasn't hungry.

"You have to eat something!" he said.

"Ugh, fine!  Just make me a PB and J."  I made sure to roll my eyes and everything.

He made me a sandwich, and brought it out to me.  

"Turn off the Kindle."  No response from me.

He asked again.  Still no response from me.  The third time he asked, I just said "Wait!"  (He knows how much I hate that word.)  But he waited until my game character died.  I put the Kindle on the side table and took the sandwich from his hands.

"I'm not hungry." I said.

"You need to eat." he said.  I took a bite out of the sandwich.  (He needs some practice making PB and Js.  Way too much PB, not nearly enough J.)

I eat half the sandwich.  "I'm done."

"Finish the sandwich, please."

I eventually finished the sandwich.  He takes my plate and puts it in the dishwasher.  We finished the roll swap.

Throughout this exchange, J also cleans up the 'dog pee' in the kitchen, stops his brothers from fighting, and stops me from yelling at his brothers and calling them names.

This is an average lunchtime for me.  Trying to get J off his device, figure out what he wants to eat, making sure he eats everything, all while cleaning up messes and keeping peace between the boys.  J got to experience just that.

I asked J how he felt about what we just did.  He admitted that it was a little difficult.  He said he knew he'd have trouble getting me off the Kindle and that I'd be unresponsive, two things he regularly struggles with himself.  He said that the most difficult part was staying patient.  J knows that I am a very patient person, and he was trying to play the part perfectly.  He did an awesome job!  Instead of yelling at his brothers, he gently grabbed and shook their heads to get their attention, calmly telling them to settle down.  He even shook my head at one point.  That's something I do all the time to get the boys' attention.  J stayed calm throughout the entire scenario.  He made me super proud.

The next thing for me to do is to make sure J understands that he can stay calm.  He doesn't have to be pretending to be me.  I witnessed him calmly settle his brothers down, even his older brother.  I'm hoping that this activity was beneficial for J.  He had amazing feedback, so I know he learned something.  He also told me not to post about this on Facebook.  He didn't say anything about my blog!  Or sharing it to Facebook!  Sorry kiddo!

Anxious Grins

The boys say that I am evil.  Every Thursday morning during the Summer, I drag them to the library to see a show.  One week a singer performed.  Another week, a bug expert showed off some of his collection.  This week, Grins and Grins Comedy Show visited.  (They're pictured above.)
The Grins (yes, that is actually their last name!) put on a show full of jokes, juggling, and jabbering.  Mrs. Grins really likes to talk!  The show didn't really hold the boys' interest.  Not even when Mr. Grins brought out his Chinese yo-yo and did tricks.  The boys just looked bored throughout the entire show.
Until the finale.
Mr. Grins looked out into the back of the audience, searching for an adult to come up and assist him and his wife.  "How about you, in the blue shirt and glasses!"  He was staring right at me.
I went up and introduced myself, trying to stay calm.  Mrs. Grins lead me in a hula dance that got a little crazy.  It ended with us doing the Lawnmower.  Mr. Grins then brought out two mini surf boards (one pictured above) and a large tin can.  He then proceeded to put the surf boards flat on the floor and he and I "surfed" the waves.  He then got the can and put one of the surf boards on the can.  He told me step on up while he and his wife held my hands.  In their other hands were hula hoops.  They got me balanced, put the hula hoops around my body, and swapped hula hoops.  That was easy enough.
Mr. Grins pulled me to the side while his wife continued entertaining.
"Do you have any back problems?" he asked.  Oh boy.  Anxiety levels rose a little more.
After saying that I have a perfectly healthy back, Mr. Grins proceeded to stand on the surf board and get a good balance.  Mrs. Grins then jumped onto one of Mr. Grins hips.  I was then asked to jump onto the other hip.  I did so.  Mr. Grins balanced for about ten seconds before having us jump off again.
End of show.
I went back to the boys, who were all smiles at this point.  The 14- and 12-year old both asked me how my anxiety was.  (Have I mentioned how awesome these boys are?)  All I had to do was show them my shaky hands.  They laughed, but then asked me if I would be alright.  Aside from my knees knocking on the way to the car, I was perfectly fine.
I have always had great anxiety about being the center of attention.  So being somewhat forced into being in the spot light (especially during a comedy show!) was terrifying for me.  But I made it out alive.  And I realized that, despite what may have been going through my brain, there was never anything to worry about.  Except getting dropped by Mr. Grins.
On the way home from the library, I asked the boys what their favorite part of the show was.  They all said "The finale!"

Adulting pt. 2: Show Me the Money

I recently traded in my 1997 Ford Taurus (Goldfinger) for a 2004 Hyundai Sonata (The Hakuna Matata Sonata).  I had the radiator in the Taurus flushed three times in three months before trading it in.  I bought the Sonata, which runs beautifully.  It had a faint smell of gasoline which slowly became more and more noticeable.  When the Ice Age of 2018 finally ended, I learned that the air conditioner didn't work.  I eventually learned that my new car needed a new gas tank and a new compressor.
Meanwhile, for reasons beyond my control and beyond my boss's control, I was only working about fifteen hours a week, taking two college classes, and trying to figure out why my cat had been sneezing for the past two years.  Needless to say, a lot of money was being spent.  It's crazy to think that just one year ago, I had more money in the bank than I had ever had before.  But when life gives you lemons, you end up buying more lemons.
It got to the point where my parents (bless their hearts!) were loaning me money.  I am extremely grateful to them.  I am also annoyed.  I know how much my parents struggle.  I now feel like I am adding to their burdens.
I am back to working 30-40 hours with the boys.  Every paycheck I get is split between my parents, the bank (who partially owns my car), and my credit card.  I'm beginning to get caught up.  But then I remember that I'm moving out of state in two months.  Driving cross country.  Paying for gas, for school, groceries.  I wish my parents had warned me that adulthood would be so anxiety inducing!  Oh wait.  They did.
Despite their warnings, I grew up.  I should have listened better and stayed a child.  As if I had a choice.

Operation: Childspeak pt. 3

For the past ten summers, I have volunteered as a Den Leader at the local Cub Scout Day camp.  For one week every Summer, I am assigned to work with 5-10 boys between the ages of six and ten.  There have been a couple years where at least one of the boys in my den was a little difficult.  But I'll never forget one year when I was assigned a ten year old who had a lot of energy, a lot to say, and a nose for trouble.  We will call him Timmy.
I had seen Timmy previous Summers, but I had never had him in my den before.  So when I saw his name on my list, I thought Oh great!  Everyone knew Timmy.  That child was all over the place!  Other leaders warned me to keep an eye on him.
When the time came to finally meet Timmy, we hit it off right away.  His energy was contagious.  He loved to talk and I loved to listen, so it worked out.  But I noticed that, when around me, Timmy didn't seem to get into a lot of trouble.  But around other adults, Timmy would act up and cause chaos.  I wondered why this was.  Until I heard another leader say "That's the Timmy I know!  Some things never change."   This was said for Timmy to hear.
So I paid closer attention to Timmy and the other leaders.  The other leaders, while still being friendly, treated Timmy like a misbehaving child.  I (hopefully successfully) treated Timmy like I treated the rest of the boys in our den.  I treated him like a child who is still figuring out life.  I treated him like he was a good child.
I'm sure we can all think of a child we know who always seems to cause problems.  Now think about how you act around said child.  Do you react?  Or do you ignore them?  If you do react, how do you do so?  "Some things never change"?  What if I told you that things could change?
At day camp, I make sure to show the boys I am working with a lot of respect.  In most cases, if you show someone respect, they will respect you in return.  This was the case with Timmy.  I knew he was a wild child.  But I didn't treat him any differently than I treated the other boys.
At one station, the leader warned Timmy not to "try anything".  This is an assumption.  When you assume what a child is going to do, they see that as a challenge.  The leader told me not to try anything.  Let's see what I can get away with while she has her back turned.  And just like that, chaos and disobedience ensue.  Had the leader told the entire group to not try anything, there would probably not have been any problems.  By singling out a child, you are telling them that they have all the attention.  Most children crave attention, so they will act out to continue receiving attention.  This was true in Timmy's case.
Children know when they are misbehaving.  They know they are being "bad".  By assuming a child's actions, especially when they are negative actions, you are telling the child that you think they are bad.  A simple phrase such as "Don't even think about it" can do harm to a child.  The best way to fix this is to assume that your child will do the right thing.  "I know I can trust you to get this done while I'm gone".  "You did so well last time, I know you'll do well this time too".  Lift up your children.  Praise them.  (But don't let them get a big head.)  Let your child know that you think they are good kids.  Timmy truly was a good kid.  I think I was able to see that because I treated him like a good kid.
When dealing with children, it is important to have patience and to show love.  A good way to show love is by assuming the best.  Take your wild child, love them, and help them grow into a better version of themselves.  Parents have a lot of power.  Let's not see it misused.

Oh, For the Love of Philp pt. 2

(More gifts I have received from the boys.  Maracas from their trip to Mexico, a wall-mounting lizard from their trip to the Grand Canyon, and an orange rock the 12-year old purchased at a gift shop in Arizona.  "I got you an orange one because it's your favorite color.")

I recently broke the news to the boy:  at the end of Summer, I'll be moving to Idaho for school.  They took it a lot better than I thought they would.  "Okay.  Can So-and-So be our sitter again?"  Wow.  Thanks kid.  Not the reaction I was hoping for.
Two weeks later, though, things have begun to change.  I think the news of my leaving just took a little while to sink in.  The boys seem to bring up my big move everyday.  The 12-year old and I had a good conversation this week:

12-year old: Will you be gone forever?
Me: Of course not! I'll come back and visit.
12-year old: Why are you leaving again?
Me: I'm going to college. 
12-year old: College sucks.

I honestly think that's one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me!
And then there's the 13-year old.  As I mentioned in part 1, this kid and I have an awesome relationship.  He hated me at first, and then, out of the blue, we became best buds.  Our relationship is built on a lot of sarcasm and insults.  So when the 13-year old smiled and said "It's about time you're leaving!", I knew he was going to miss me.  Recently, he has asked me about what I am majoring in and why I decided to move to Idaho.  These questions were asked out of genuine care, not just genuine curiosity.
And finally, we come to the 6-year old, with whom I have spent the most time.  "You're leaving?!  You're not going to see us ever again?"  These are the questions I was expecting.  "You're going to miss my birthday?!" was the question I actually got.  This kid is weird about birthdays.  They are so sacred to him that only important people are allowed to attend.  So, he pretty much just told me I'm important to him.
To help him out with the transition, I made a countdown calendar to my last full day in Pennsylvania (only 84 more days!).  I also showed him a map of the United States so he could see how far apart Pennsylvania and Idaho are.  He told me he wants me to mail him a lizard for his birthday.  Priorities!  We finally agreed that we would Skype instead.
I love my parents.  I hate to say it, but I'm not worried about saying good-bye to them.  I've been ready for quite some time.  But the boys?  I was telling my dad the other day that it's normal to miss your child when they leave home.  But I've got it in reverse.  I am leaving my children (yes, I realize they're not actually my children.).  This is even more difficult.  The adult leaving with a feeling of guilt.  I have learned to love these boys more than I have ever loved anything (even my cat, and I love my cat a lot!).  Saying good-bye is going to be one of the most difficult things I'll ever do.  As much as I have disliked living in Pennsylvania for the past 12 years, a huge part of my heart will be staying there.  I'll have to come back and visit so it can continue to beat on.

Love Thy Neighbor

A woman from the church I attend recently became a U.S. citizen.  She was born and raised in Mexico and moved to the United States as an adult.  When other members of the church learned that she had gained citizenship, there was an outpouring of love and congratulations.  The support she received was overwhelming.
This got me thinking.  Why is it that we try to keep immigrants out?  Why don't we support them?  Why don't we help them?
Let's look at an example.  Last year, I was taking an online math class.  Math is ridiculously difficult for me.  In fact, this was my second time taking the same math class.  But I had support.  My parents pushed me and made sure I stayed on track.  I had a friend tutor me before tests.  Because of the help and love of others, I eventually passed the class.
Why can't we do the same for immigrants?  Instead of pushing them out of the country, let's push them closer to becoming a U.S. citizen.  Let's go out of our ways to help them achieve what they came here to do.  Becoming a U.S. citizen is not an easy task.  It takes time and work.  I feel that we, U.S. citizens born and raised, should want to help our new neighbors.  They're just looking for a better life.  They want the same life you have.  Why should we deny them that right?  The first step in opening our borders is opening our hearts.

I Am Not My Body pt. 3: I Blame Myself

A few years ago, some members of the church I attend were passing around a color quiz.  This color quiz assigned you a color based on your answers about your personality.  The color you are assigned supposedly tells people what they can expect from you.  For example, if I remember correctly, someone who is a White is calm and easy going.  I was tempted to take the quiz.  Until I heard someone justify someone else's actions using a color.
"Of course he wouldn't mop the floor.  He's a blue!"
I'm fairly certain she was being sarcastic.  But I decided not to take the quiz.  I didn't want a reason to justify my actions.  And I definitely didn't want others assuming they knew me based off of a color quiz.
The same is true about mental illness.  In part two of this series, I briefly discussed labels.  How I have ADD, not that I am ADD.  Now onto the next step.  Just because I have ADD and anxiety doesn't mean I can justify my actions because of my ADD/anxiety.
When I was younger, I would blame my mental illnesses for my actions.  I was too afraid because of my anxiety.  I couldn't focus because of my ADD.  It's true that my anxiety causes me to fear things.  It does occasionally influence my decisions.  But my decisions are just that:  mine.  I am in control of my actions, not my mental illness.
All these school shootings that have been happening are, unfortunately, a good example who is to blame.  So many people blame the mental illness.  Others blame the gun.  I blame the person.  It may be true that their mental state may have driven them to committing these awful acts, but ultimately, it was their decision.  The insanity plea does not sit well with me.
Believe it or not, the most important step in conquering mental illness is taking ownership of your actions.  Understanding that your illness does not dictate your life.  If this were the case, then there would be no need for medication or therapy.  You would just be willing to let your mental illness control your life.  But that's not the way it is.  I am on medication.  I have visited with therapists.  With help, I am conquering my mental illnesses.  When something goes wrong, I want the blame to be on me, not my damaged brain.  I am not my brain.  I am not a color.  I am not my body.

A Funny Thing, Anxiety

Some people are afraid of heights.  Some people are claustrophobic.  Some people are uncomfortable being in the dark.  Some people are terrified of spiders.
Those people are weird.
But then I remember that I'm afraid of people.
That I'm weird.
Heights don't bother me.  In fact, I love high places.  They offer a unique view of the world.
I'm not claustrophobic.  I prefer tight spaces.  Put me in an open field all by myself.  That's how to freak me out.  At least in a tight spot you can see what all is around you.
I'll admit, the dark does me uncomfortable.
Spiders are cool!  I mean, not when you're driving on the highway and a spider slides down its web into your line of vision.  But everywhere else, spiders are cool.
People are terrifying!  People are capable of thought and judgement, and that's scary.  I often wish I could read minds just so I knew if and what people were thinking about me.  Eye contact is especially scary.  You don't exist until you make eye contact with someone, right?
Anxiety is a funny, though.
As much as I don't want to be around people, I also crave attention.  I want to fit in.  But that's hard to do when eye contact makes me shudder.  But when given the choice between public speaking and bungee jumping into a pit of snakes, the snakes always win.  (And no, I've never been offered that choice before.)
I find it funny when people tell me I'm easy going and relaxed.  I've had people tell me that I just go with the flow.  It's easy going with the flow.  It's more difficult being the flow.  And being easy going helps avoid conflict.  Everything I do is to keep me from being a social outcast.  I am the quiet guy in the group pretending to fit in.
Carson Daly, host of The Voice, recently admitted to having severe social anxiety.  Carson Daly, whose job it is to stand in front of huge crowds of people and help put on a show.  But if you look closely, you'll see.  He is constantly on the move, tapping a foot or a finger, soldiering on.  What a guy!  Able to do what he loves, even though he's terrified of what he loves.  He's someone to look up to.  Hopefully I can reach that level in life.  That's all I want.

Superheroes

In a world where everyday people go about their business, a super villain rises up out of the shadows.  When all hope seems lost, a group of superheroes stands up for what is right.  Meet the Mhavengers!  (MHA = Mental Health Awareness)
The leader of the Mhavengers is Captain Caution, whose anxiety leads her in safety and thinking things through.  She is followed by Kid Koncentrate, whose ADHD helps him outmaneuver bad guys.  The last member of the team is Artbringer, whose depression helps him feel things more deeply than most.  Together, the Mhavengers bring hope and joy to a scary world.  These are the adventures of the Mhavengers.
Let's take a look at Captain Caution first.  There's a reason she is the leader.  Her ability to think things through keeps her and her team safe.  Rather than acting spontaneously, Captain Caution looks for the best outcome in battle.  She looks at all of her options.  Every option has pros and cons.  Which option has the least cons?  Captain Caution's power of Racing Thoughts helps her to make quick decisions.  She has never lost a team member because she thinks things through.
Captain Caution's weakness, though, is her own mind.  Racing Thoughts is a super power, but also a weakness.  When one's mind is working at the speed of light, it's easy, and inevitable, to go from positive to negative thoughts in a millisecond.  Captain Caution uses the power of optimism when making decisions.  This helps her stay on a positive train of thought.
Next up is Kid Koncentrate.  His ADHD makes him a difficult target to hit.  Always on the move, Kid Koncentrate is always one step ahead of his foes.  And with his super power, Wandering Eyes, Kid Koncentrate is able to notice obstacles that his teammates might have missed.  His impulses are kept in check by Captain Caution.  But when things are looking bad, Captain Caution lets Kid Koncentrate loose.  Enemies won't even know what hit them.
Kid Koncentrate's weakness, like Captain Caution's, is his super power.  His Wandering Eyes may lose focus at times.  When told to be on the look out for something, Kid Koncentrate often fails to find what he is searching for.  He notices all the details except those that are important for the task at hand.
The last member of the Mhavengers is Artbringer.  Artbringer's depression leaves him feeling emotions very strongly.  He can perfectly empathize with the people he is saving.  By putting himself in their shoes, Artbringer is able to find a way to overcome the challenges set before him.  Artbringer's super power is Creativity.  This power helps Artbringer get his team through tough times.  By thinking outside of the box, Artbringer is able to bring villains to justice using the element of surprise.  Everyone has their own unique style of creativity.  Whatever Artbringer creates is sure to leave villains speechless.
Artbringer's weakness is his emotions.  By feeling things so deeply, Artbringer is often brought down by the weight of his feelings and the feelings of others.  He finds that he is unable to continue on in the battle.  But he always rises above this.  And that is a super power in its own right.
The next time you or someone you know complains about a mental disorder that can at times seem like a plague, open up the adventures of the Mhavengers.  These people are real.  Their powers are real.  The woman you walked past in the mall might be Captain Caution.  The 5th grader fidgeting at his desk might be Kid Koncentrate.  And the man painting in the park to fight off his demons might be Artbringer.  Together, they are making the world a better a place.

Jesus=Hate?

On Tuesday, while I was getting the 6-year old ready for the bus, I received an alert text from my school.  There was a hate group protesting on campus.  The text was just to tell students to be safe.  I didn't have class on Tuesday, so it was nothing I had to worry about.  But I was curious.
A few hours later, a video finally surfaced on YouTube.  The video showed a small group of young men with various protest signs.  One sign read "Women belong in the kitchen".  Another, "You are not a good person".  But the one that stuck out to me said "Obey Jesus".
I was confused.  I had received a text about a hate group on campus.  And, according to other signs and words that were said, Jesus was the center of the protest.  But since when has Jesus been associated with hate groups?
Growing up a Christian, I was taught that Jesus and God are love.  Unconditional love.  Our choices might upset out Father in Heaven, but His love for us never fades.
In today's world, however, many people see Christianity as an enemy.  With protests from Westboro Church and other supposedly Christian organizations, it's no wonder Christianity is being given a bad name.  The world is beginning to think that Christians only care about themselves and their beliefs.  And these beliefs are being forced upon others.  This wasn't the way Jesus acted, and it's surely not the way He wants us to act.
Jesus went about healing the sick, blessing children, and comforting sinners.  Sure,  he would tell people to 'sin no more', but is there anywhere in the Bible where Jesus follows up with these people to see if they have stopped sinning?  I can't think of any.  That's because we all have a choice.  And Jesus respects that.  We have the choice to learn his Gospel, or to shun it.  Whatever choice we make, Jesus still loves us.
So to all my non-Christian friends.  Even though you may not believe in Jesus Christ and Heavenly Father, I do.  And I know that you are loved.  I love you.  And Jesus loves you.  Regardless of your choices.

I Can't Complain

I can't complain.  Like, I literally can't complain.  I don't want to come off as rude.  I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings.  I don't want to seem needy.  I spend so much time worrying about what other people think that I forget to worry about myself.  When I want to complain about something, I instead think of how things could be worse.  I can't complain.
I can't complain about having to spend almost all of my savings on various necessities a few months ago.  That makes me look like I'm begging for money.
I can't complain about my health.  People will think I'm looking for sympathy.
I can't complain about people not sharing my posts.  Everyone will think I'm craving attention.
I can't complain about not being able to get date night child care jobs because people won't share the post I've practically begged to be shared.  (Thanks to the one person who did share, though!  You know who you are!) 
As I'm writing this post, I'm worrying about what you, the reader, are thinking about me right now.
But I can't complain.
I have enough money to get by.
My health is fine at this point in time.
I have a good job.
I can't complain.
I shouldn't complain.

Operation: Childspeak pt. 2 (Revised)

President Theodore Roosevelt famously said, "Speak softly and carry a big stick; you will go far."  I never really understood this quote until recently.  Speaking softly and carrying a big stick are two important parts of childspeak.  I don't think that's what President Roosevelt had in mind when he said these words, but I think they fit perfectly.
When disciplining a child, most parents tend to raise their voices, exhibit anger and frustration.  They forget that discipline should be done with love, not malice.  So the first part of this childspeak post is to speak softly.
I have worked with many different families, each with their own unique way of parenting.  The one thing that always stuck out to me was the way the parents would discipline their children.  I noticed that the parents who yelled at their kids often got talked back to or yelled at.  No one likes to be yelled at.  By yelling at a child, the child's first response will either be defensive - shutting down and cowering in fear - or, more commonly, offensive - yelling back.  Think of it this way.  If someone punches you, you're likely to punch back, right?  If someone is yelling at you, you're most likely going to yell back.
I noticed that parents who spoke softly while disciplining were more successful.  Their children were more likely to listen and do what they were told.  Speaking softly shows respect.  It shows your child that, even though they did something wrong, you are still willing to respect them as a human being.
While working with the boys, I feel I have successfully used the idea of speaking softly.  If one of the boys does something wrong, I calmly explain to them what they did wrong and how they can fix it.
Which brings me to carrying a big stick.  At first, I interpreted the big stick as physical discipline, which I don't believe in doing.  But in my experience working with the boys, I have learned that the big stick has two parts.  The first part is an explanation.  The second part is gently showing the child who has the upper hand.  For example, if your child is running with scissors, it would be easy just to take the scissors and give your child a little swat.  But what does your child learn?  They learn not to run with scissors.  Which is a start.  Instead of swatting your child, why not try explaining why they shouldn't run with scissors?  Make this a teaching moment.  Afterwards, think of a simple form of discipline, such as a short time out.  This teaches your child that what they did was wrong and lets them know that if they run with scissors again, they can probably expect another time out.  For kids, listening to an adult explain something can be just as painful as a good swat.  But this way, they are learning why their behavior was inappropriate as well as learning (or re-learning) who is in charge.
I took the younger boys for a bike ride the other day and told them that any time they heard me say "Stop", they had to stop.  On our bike ride, we eventually came to a crosswalk.  I said "Stop", nice and loudly.  The 6-year old went straight on through the crosswalk.  I told him to stop again, and he did.  I explained to him that he had to stop at all the crosswalks to check for cars.  He apologized for not stopping when I told him to.  We had no problems after that.  In this case, I only used the first part of carrying a big stick.
Another boy I take care of was giving me difficulty with his chore.  He was either taking his time, or not doing it at all.  His siblings had all finished their chores and were waiting for him so they could start a movie.  I gave him a time limit.  If the chore wasn't done by then, he had to go to bed while his siblings watched a movie.  He didn't get his chore done on time.  And after he finally did get it done, he got a little too physical with one of his brothers.  I sent him to bed early.  But not until after we had a nice, calm discussion about everything that went wrong.  We talked about listening and working hard.  He seemed to understand everything I explained to him and agreed to do better next time. (Part one)  After our civil chat, he asked if he still had to go to bed.  I told him that he did.  He was upset, but we didn't have any problems after that.  He went straight to bed. (Part two)  Big stick.
Childspeak is based around love and understanding.  You want your children to feel loved, especially when they are being disciplined.  Parents make rules to keep their children safe.  But younger kids don't understand that.  Speak softly and carry a big stick to help your child understand.  You as a parent will go far.  Your child will go even farther.