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          Being attached to stuff is the cause of all suffering according to Buddhism. Not being attached to primary caregivers is the cause of most mental illness according to Attachment Theorists. Kids need freedom to experience independence. Too much freedom makes kids insecure and they will have difficulty forming attachments when they are older.  Maybe it would be better to board up your family into your home and never listen to anyone.


          Lee says: Attachment Theory has been a hot topic in the psychology field since the early 80s. The theory came from work in the fields of psychology, evolution and ethology (animal behavior).  The basic theory of attachment was conceived by John Bowlby, a psychoanalyst. What? Didn’t you notice the ‘it’s Mommy’s fault cause Junior is a murderer’ part of this theory?


          The bottom line to all attachment and creating a secure connection to your child is the caregiver’s behavior. In attachment theory, they discuss how a secure child shows signs of independence from his caregiver but is happy to return to them when the activity is over. They find secure kids do experience some anxiety over separation from the caregiver but they are able to be soothed by strangers. The most important aspect to all of this is that the caregivers demonstrate consistency, respond appropriately, maintain boundaries and a willingness to let the child be independent. But the most important thing is CONSISTENCY!


          The C word seems to rear its ugly head again. In everything we do as parents that damned word pops up. In discipline, we know that setting down the rules, maintaining them and following through every time creates a well disciplined child. Such is the thing with attachment. Through attachment and discipline, we ultimately create safety for our kids. The kids know where the limits are, know the rules, know Mommy and or Daddy will be there, thus they are able to set forth and be individuals knowing they have a safe base to return to with a hug and kiss waiting for them.


          However, what we usually do as parents is let our own shit get in the way. For example, if your parents were not around, you may become over protective and overindulgent with your child. If you have attachment issues then you may create attachment issues for your kids. Our own childhood enmeshment or detachment/cut-off from our family of origins will dictate how we parent. You may do the exact opposite but you will definitely ride that ‘healthy/unhealthy’ line constantly.


          You see if Mommy and Daddy didn’t show you healthy love, you will not know what it really is. At some point you must re-parent yourself (please brace yourself for some inner child stuff). We all had some experience with imperfect parents. Those traumas, whether subtle or not, wounded that child and his/her ability to trust the world. That may have made you cling to your parents or decide ‘these fuckers are nuts!’ True, you could have done both. But the result is a warped sense of love and safety. This is the average, human adult walking the street. There parenting style will reflect their childhood wounds and thus the cycle continues. Please do not read that I’m discussing physical, emotional or sexual abuse. These are extremes but the resulting trauma is similar to a child who is enmeshed with their family. The boundaries are gone and the child is completely lacking in safety.     
    

          So go and hug your kids then hug yourself. Being a parent makes you realize what you missed as a child so indulge yourself, discipline yourself and be a better parent to yourself and your kid than your parents ever were. And no, I am not being psychoanalytic. I’m just another screwed up kid who grew up and realized my parents did the best that they could but it wasn’t what I needed.


          Paul says: My self-parenting technique includes hugging myself then feeding myself pudding. Yes, as a self-parenter I tend to spoil myself.

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          Last week we discussed the things we do to mess up relationships. This week, in honor of the grand opening of ParentDumb.com, the premiere parenting website from the same geniuses who brought you this incredible site, we will do for parenting what we do for relationships. Because let’s face it, more stupid things happen in the world of parenting than anywhere else. So let us welcome ParentDumb with open arms and refer all your friends, family and acquaintances to the party.

          Lee says: As a parent of three with varying needs, I have been known to do stupid things. I am not ashamed to admit that I am not a perfect parent. I proudly claim that I am a perfectly imperfect parent. I am filled with awe with how mediocre to awful I can be sometimes. But that’s me. I am the mother of a smart, witty, 17 year old young lady who is visually impaired, hearing impaired, suffered a stroke at birth and has Asperger’s. I am also the mother to 6 and 3 year old boys who are brilliant, inquisitive, have no diagnoses and will probably be heart throbs/class clowns and jocks. These kids couldn’t be more different if they had come from a distant planet.


          The biggest improvement to my parenting came when I realized I could not be perfect. Not only that, but I also had the realization that the ‘perfect parent’ was tantamount to saying smothering, overbearing and traumatizing. We know that ‘perfect’ is an ideal and that state is impossible to achieve. However, the kicker is that we still strive to get things perfect. We are a society filled with perfectionism. Marketing is directed at this golden ring. Drive the perfect car and live in the perfect neighborhood and work at the perfect job to attain the perfect life.


          As a therapist, I have worked with many perfectionists. I have worked with perfectionists who were homeless, drug addicts, pedophiles and rapists. I know that offends your sensibilities to think that those types of people could also be striving for perfectionism but it is true. The need to line up all your shoes or dot all your ‘I’s’ came from none other than our parents. And, believe it or not, these people can usually go back to see that their dysfunctional behavior came from beliefs made from things their parents told them.


          As a society we have this dichotomous understanding of children. On one hand, we believe that kids are sponges and can understand more than we give them credit. On the other hand, we think children are naïve and ignorant as to the ways of the world. The truth is that they are both. A child is innocent yet can be as or more intelligent than you. Intelligence is virtually static. Smarts is smarts. So as parents we baby talk them and then place them in situations where we, as parents, choose to behave in certain ways. We express to them sadness, disappointment and withhold love when there is failure, even if it is in the guise of false bravado. Children pick up meta-messages but cannot decipher them like us because of their ignorance and naiveté. These messages come in as ‘mistakes are bad’ and ‘I will be loved if I am perfect’.    


          To be clear, when I say withhold love, there are certain times as human beings where we know we should be doing something but emotionally are unable to. Sometimes we can’t find the energy or motivation to fake a good hug or focus on our kids the way they need. We are human before we are parents. Sometimes we are overwhelmed and can’t be genuine so even a hug can be interpreted as a pity embrace. When I say withhold love, I am not referring to slamming the door in their little faces and saying ‘I hate you’ or ‘you don’t deserve my love’.


          If you find that you react a little to the ‘perfect parent’ label, perhaps you should look at that. Perfection is insidious, impossible and destructive. Passing that infection to your children is worse than a hereditary disease. So go get dirty, make a mess, screw up and hug your kid. Tell them they are imperfect and messy and gross and stinky and that’s all right.


          Paul says: I’m perfect.

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          Just a couple more days before the kids are home for the summer and we are starting to hyperventilate from the sheer excitement. Wait. Did we say excitement? We meant dread. By Friday we will have a 17 year old who is starting her college applications, a six year old who can’t wait to be on vacation and the three year old who has been waiting rather impatiently for everybody to be home. Scary! Now comes the fun parenting where we work at making everyone feel equal and loved and safe and nurtured and special and like superstars! Sure……


          Lee says: I am the middle child of three kids. My older sister was well-behaved, a little bouncy and a good student. My little brother was the baseball playing, good boy with the nickname ‘Captain America’ which I, of course, gave him. Me? I was the class-clown and the kid who didn’t ever quite live up to her potential in class. Sure I was smart but I was having too much fun making faces and getting pulled in to see Sister Anne Marie, who I called SAM. I was the cut-up.


          My parents were the class clowns in their day. In a case of ‘pot calling the kettle pot’, my parents only appreciated success and good behavior. My mother, who has numerous stories of getting in trouble as a child because of joking around to pulling pranks to making fun of teachers, was the ultra-strict parent. My Dad, or as I called him ‘Fun time Daddy’, was just the jokester and was more lenient. What I came to understand as an adult was that Dad was very loving and nurturing but he left the tough parenting stuff to my Mom. So long story short, to return to the Cain and Abel metaphor, my offering was not favored by my parents. I was not the perfect kid. I was not the baseball player. I was not the kiss ass. I was the kid with the mouth.


          My relationship with my siblings was always close. I am 6 years younger than my sister and 8 years older than my brother. Still, we all get along. The secret? A loud Mother. My Mom encouraged us to be together and would always remind us of the following: ’When shit goes down, the only people in the world who will be on your side are your brother and sister (or just sisters, in my brothers case).’ She would also follow that up with a rant of some sort.


          Was there any rivalry? Sure. My Dad all but kicked me in the ass to boot me away when my brother was born. We noticed that Dad, who always was working, found time to be with my brother for every baseball game including coaching. Did I notice that I didn’t get a lavish Quinceñera like my sister? Sure. My sister had tapped the bank with her wedding and the most my parents could afford was another weekend in Las Vegas with a special treat of Jack Jones, singer of ‘The Love Boat Theme’, serenading there 15 year old daughter. I can’t make that shit up.


          The reality was that this was not my siblings fault. As in the case of Cain and Abel, God chose the favorite. The onus was on the Almighty. What we do is rage against the chosen and not the chooser. Getting angry with our parents is equivalent to parental suicide. If we do this, they will never love me. So we focus our energy at their favorite and try to tear them down.


          I am still very close with my siblings. I am blessed to have them and I would do anything for them. Did they receive our parents favor? Hell, yeah! However they would say I had way more fun than they did. In the end, I liked my end of the deal better.  


          Paul says: And she is still the class clown. I think that that is why I married her. There is nothing sexier than a night with stiletto heels, fishnets, bustier, multicolored hair, and a red nose. Go ahead and let the image settle in. Oh yes, sexy!

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