Category: funny

  • What’s the Right Answer When Parenting? I Never Know Until It’s Too Late

    Every child is an experiment of one. You’d think that would at least mean that after weeks and months and years, you’d get to know your child. You’d think wrong, at least in my case. 

    It seems as though I’m slow on the learn-to-parent spectrum. Every situation feels like a toss-up to me. 

    Take July 4, for example. In a previous post, I explained that my son and I had a lovely time at the July 4 block party and potluck in our neighborhood. Now I’ll explain why I bought my son a doughnut before a potluck, why I made the decision, and whether it was the right one. 

    Spoiler alert: Probably not.

    Setting the Scene

    For days, my son and I had been fighting. Actually, it had been months, but it was more intense that week. It’s not unusual; I think he’s so well-behaved at school and with other people that he needs to balance it with some meltdowns in a comfortable setting. Since I’m his only parent, I get the full force of his anger.

    That morning, there was a July 4 event at the local park. It’s casual, and includes watermelon, doughnuts, and corn dogs from the local Homeowners Association. Community police also come and let kids climb into their cars.

    After a rough week, I didn’t have it in me to force my son to get ready to go. I have that battle with him every morning to get out the door, and every evening to get ready for bed. I didn’t want to force him to get ready for a party, so I told him to let me know when he was ready to go.

    The Party Was Over

    We left our home at 12:30 p.m. Needless to say, the park was all but deserted. We probably missed the end of the event by over an hour. 

    My son started saying that he’s a failure and can’t get anywhere on time. When he thinks he’s failed, my son tends to build himself into a state. Failure becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. I couldn’t face another few hours of unpleasant behavior if I didn’t have to, so I did what any responsible parent would do: I offered to buy him a doughnut.

    Rising to the Occasion?

    I wasn’t worried about teaching my son that tantrums lead to doughnuts. He’s a great kid to everyone else, so I know that he’s going to turn out fine. Since I wasn’t worried about long-term repercussions, and I’d already had in my head that he was going to eat a doughnut that morning, so nutrition wasn’t a top concern, I became selfish at that moment. The offer of the doughnut was a Hail Mary, hoping it would buy me some nice moments. 

    I told him that it was fine that he missed the party, and he was happy doing whatever he’d been doing in our home instead of going to the party. I told him that if he needed that time to relax instead of going to the park, it was good he’d taken it. And, I told him that we could go get a red, white, and blue star-sprinkled doughnut. 

    Got What I Wanted

    Shockingly, it worked. He instantly smiled, got excited, and offered to pay for the doughnut. We discussed the possibilities en route to the doughnut shop, and planned when and where we were going to eat it. He even said he was going to buy it for me!

    As a bonus, going to get a doughnut meant we had to walk to the doughnut shop. That meant I got to take a longer walk than if we had just gone to the park and back. 

    The victory continued after we got home with the doughnut. My son got out a tray to serve it on, a knife, and two forks. He offered drinks, and we sat and ate the doughnut together. It was exactly what I wanted after a tough week. 

    Benefits of Healthy Food

    I’m a nutritionist. I believe in healthy eating. Compared to less healthy choices, I know that more nutritious and portion-controlled choices can:

    • Improve mood
    • Maintain energy and blood sugar
    • Reduce hunger
    • Increase ability to focus and think

    And that’s within a few minutes! Long-term, healthy eating helps with: 

    • Weight control
    • Chronic disease prevention and management
    • Reduction of stress and stress hormones
    • Promotion of strong bones and muscles
    • Nourish you

    Junk food does the opposite. 

    When Junk Food Can Be the Answer

    Knowing that healthy food has so many benefits, why would junk food ever be the “right” choice? For most of us, there’s a place for fried foods, fatty foods, sugary foods, and starchy foods. It’s not a place we should visit often, but there are times when the benefits may outweigh the drawbacks. 

    In this case, the doughnut wasn’t for physical nourishment. Neither my son nor I needed a ring of fried refined doughy carbs topped with sugary frosting. What I did need was some pleasant time together. The doughnut let me buy some beautiful time with my son, and even allowed him the chance to feel good about himself by serving us the doughnut when we got home. 

    There’s also the warning that it’s only okay to eat foods that your body can handle. If you have a chronic condition that prohibits certain foods, for example, or if your doctor tells you to avoid certain items, then stay within these restrictions!

    Set Up for Success

    My son and I both do better when we feel good about ourselves. We both do worse when we feel bad. As it turned out on July 4, he rose to the occasion and seized an opportunity to feel good about himself. He clearly felt good about being kind to me, taking charge of serving the doughnut, and acting pleasant while we ate. 

    What would you have done? Are there times when a bribe is okay? When is junk food an acceptable option compared to nutritious items? 

  • Left-Handed Hoops: Pain-free fun at the cost of my dignity

    I really wanted to play basketball at the park this morning. I’m not good at it at the best of times, and today was more disastrous than usual – in some ways. In the end, though, I overcame back pain, potential embarrassment, and bright sunlight to get what I wanted from my morning. Here’s the story. 

    Why I Wanted to Shoot Hoops

    I didn’t need the exercise per se; I’d gotten in my run, and was sure to take a walk to pick up my son later in the day. But I felt like being on the court. I feel relaxed and calm there; there’s no pressure to achieve anything in particular, and there’s no time pressure. I can do what I want, move my body a bit, and sometimes feel coordinated or even athletic. I’m a good kinetic learner, and I find that I can concentrate on phone calls or audio lessons when I’m moving, whether walking, shooting baskets, or hitting a tennis ball against a backboard. 

    My Usual Routine

    The courts are at a local park about a mile from my home. One basket is in the shade; the other two are not. I only shoot, never play in a game. I don’t think I’m good enough for anyone to want to play against me, and I don’t know that I’d want to anyway. I’m too afraid of getting hurt. 

    Usually I’ll warm up by shooting for 10-20 minutes at close range from various angles. Then I’ll do 10 minutes of left-handed lay-ups, and 10 minutes of right-handed layups. I’ll do 10-20 minutes of shooting from the sides of the court, and then 10-20 minutes of alternating sides from along the sides of the key. I may finish with more shooting from various angles. The structure may sound neurotic, but it’s just how I am. I usually have a plan. 

    Today’s Laughable Situation

    Today wasn’t one of those days when I felt coordinated, much less athletic. To start with, my upper back has been hurting on the right side for a week. I’m right-handing. The pain makes me unable to swing a tennis racket, and shooting a basketball with my right hand is painful. The result was that today was a day to practice my left-handed shooting. 

    To make matters worse, the court in the shade was busy. My court was in the sun. It wasn’t terribly hot, but due to the angle of the sun, I was only able to shoot from one side of the court. Unfortunately, that side was the right side. My left-handed layups caused me to choose between looking directly into the sun and not looking at the basket while shooting. Not only did that make me miss most of my shots, but I started blindly putting my arms up to protect my face so that the unseen ball didn’t hit me on a rebound.

    Finally, there was the issue of my “ma’am” hat. For 30 years, I wore a baseball cap outside to protect my eyes from the sun. This spring, I moved into a more protective sun hat with a wide brim all the way around. Instantly, people started calling me “ma’am” and asking me if I was my son’s grandma. I like wearing it to play basketball because it has a chin strap and doesn’t fall off, not to mention that it helps protect my eyes. 

    A Successful Outing

    Picture the scene. A middle-aged woman wearing running clothes and a sun hat is awkwardly throwing a basketball in the general direction of a basket, and putting up her arms after shooting in fear of being hit by the ball. 

    The best part is that I got what I wanted. I was on the court for about an hour. While playing, I phoned a friend and listened to a language podcast. I even got to wave to a couple of basketball players who are regulars at that time in the morning, and I saw some tennis players who play daily on the adjacent courts. I had minimal pain, and felt happy. 

    I don’t by any means encourage anyone to move through pain. I do encourage people to find safe and pain-free paths to achieve their goals, even if it means being creative and modifying your original plan. Especially important is to do things for yourself without worrying about whether some stranger is looking to see whether you’re shooting right-handed or left-handed, shooting air balls or making swishes, or wearing basketball shoes or a “ma’am” hat. 

    What’s your funny or proud story about doing what’s best for you without worrying about what other people think?