ET Eats Reese’s Pieces

I’m revitalizing and rebranding this blog in the hopes it will help me with a project of mine – probably the most important role I’ll ever take on  – being an effective parent.

This blog is a device I’m employing to achieve my goal – which is to equip my children with the proper tools they’ll need to become resilient (adaptable) and compassionate people who leave a positive mark on the world. Sounds easy right?  

So with this lofty goal in my mind, I’d like to try and commit to writing in this blog as many times a week to capture the positive, the absurd and not-so-complimentary moments that make parenting what it is. Writing will lead to self-awareness (more ah-ha moments!) which in turn I’m hoping will spur some comments in the way of shared practicies  from kind readers like yourself and eventually give way to a little poignant conversation. That’s my intent anyways.

Enough preamble. Let’s get started. I’ll start with a situation that came up last night as it’s fresh on my mind.

Most of my examples at this point will be centered around Ori. He’s the older of my two children and the one experiencing a lot of critical social-emotional development milestones attributable to his age. Albeit a lot of these pivotal interactions involve his little soon-to-be 1-year-old sister, Aya. 

Ori is almost 3 and bursting with a lot of energy and ideas about the world around him. These ideas usually give birth to opinions and like most almost-3-year-olds he has an opinion about everything. Usually with his opinions there is negotiation involved. My husband thinks Ori will be a laywer. I think he’s just really smart. Either way, these interactions usually involve power struggles. And while  I”m really working hard to own the “Captain [of my ship]” role and disengage from the 2 laywers sparring role  like this blog it’s a work-in-progress.

Case-in-point: 

Ori: Mom, I want Reeses Pieces. 

Me: Ori, We can’t eat Reeses Pieces right now. If you’re still hungry, you can eat a banana, a piece of cheese, or strawberries.

Ori: [With a no-nonsense, “How did I end up with a mom who just doesn’t get it?” face] ET eats Reeses Pieces mommy.

Sidebar: Ori wastes no time in achieving his objectives in general. He’s an independent doer and very resourceful. In fact sometimes I feel like him telling me he wants something is really a courtesy on his part. I waiver with him how much I want to limit him in this respect. Being resourceful is a critical key to becoming a resilient individual but then again it doesn’t always make for a functional household.

Back to the narrative: Ori heads to the bathroom to grab a stool which he then places in front of the cabinet to reach the Reeses Pieces. He grabs the bag and runs off with them. Before I can even say, “Ori, no!”  I’m in his element, laughing alongside him. I even manage to get a hold of the bag of candy. Antics ensue. He burns a lot of energy and I manage to diffuse the situation by having him chase the candy which is in my hand swinging like a pendulum. Surprisingly, the diversion works and he’s having so much fun running he forgets all about the candy.

Is it really that easy?

This is an example of  what I call a rare, non-premediated moment. You get freebies every once in a while and this was one of them. There was no strategy to get him to give up the Reese’s Pieces. In fact, my reaction was really borne from my desire to avoid Reese’s Pieces disaster on my living room floor. The result was I simply jumped into his comfort zone. He had a ton of energy to burn and the food wasn’t really the goal. It was more a way to get my attention – which it did.

And eventually he did end up asking for strawberries after his bath – which was good because right before the 3rd attempt to get him to bed last night he explained he was still hungry. Knowing he had those strawberries warming his belly helped me craft my guiltless response, “I’m sorry to hear that but it’s time to go to bed. You can eat again  tomorrow morning.”