Wednesday, May 09, 2007

I'm a Big Winner! (OK, That's Actually a Big Maybe...)

A few weeks ago, I entered a contest on the Mothers Day Central blog. I'd actually forgotten about it until this morning when FedEx delivered a Because I Said So DVD (cute movie; Kat and I saw it last week). I still have no idea whether my story won a cash prize ($100, $200 or $300!) or whether I received the DVD because I was one of the first 15 people to submit a story, but the optimist in me is going to hope that I won something. You can bet that I'll be checking the Mothers Day Central site throughout the day!

The story is about Ben and Elisabeth... and Ken Johnson and me. Don't ask me to explain; you'll just have to read it!

I wish I had a picture of Elisabeth and Ben taken the week I wrote the story, when they were barely 16. But here's one of them at the Senior Prom a few years later. They're still dear friends -- though no longer "together." And don't tell Elisabeth this, but I wouldn't be surprised if (as Elisabeth told my mom shortly before she died) they eventually get married. That'd be fine with me.

So here's the story I submitted.:

That First Kiss

This is not only the story of my first kiss, it is the story of my 14-year-olds first kiss-to-be.

In 1970, I lived in the San Francisco Bay Area and was in 8th grade. Like many of my girlfriends, I spent most Saturday nights babysitting (for a whopping 50 cents per hour) and pondering boys like Ken Johnson. I liked babysitting for the Hildebrands because they lived across the street from Ken Johnson, and there was a possibility, albeit a small one, that I might actually see Ken in his kitchen window if I looked from precisely the right angle.

One evening, as I peeked out the window in hopes of seeing Ken, I was shocked to see him -- walking down the driveway, right toward my gaze as I pulled the curtain from the window. As the doorbell rang, my heart pounded. During the next few hours we sat on the front porch and evaded awkward moments of silence with sporadic moments of chatter. At the end of it all, Ken jutted his face forward, landing a haphazard and very nervous kiss somewhere near my mouth. To me, it felt like Prince Charming's perfect kiss, soft and flawless. After that one encounter, Ken and I rarely talked to each other. For a few years, we'd give each other fleeting and awkward acknowledgements as we passed in the High School. Soon, even that ceased.

The years passed. I learned to kiss and practiced willingly. Sixteen years ago, I married the man who was the best kisser of them all -- though not solely for that reason.

A few years ago, at my 20-year reunion, I played the part of the typical ex-cheerleader -- socializing with everyone and connecting with no one. Shortly after I arrived back in Seattle, the phone rang. It was a friend from High School. "Ken Johnson was looking for you at the reunion picnic" my friend told me. "He said wanted to say hello to the first girl he ever kissed. I gave him your number." Feeling as nervous as I did when I saw Ken walking down the driveway so many years before, I waited for the phone to ring. It did, and it was Ken. This time the conversation was comfortable and fluid. He told me about his wife, his kids, his job. We talked for a while -- long enough for my daughter to repeatedly walk into the room, look at me quizzically, and shrug her shoulders as if to say, "Who IS that, MOM?"

When Ken and I finally did hang up, my annoyed daughter asked, "Who WAS that, MOM?" I told her that it was the first boy who ever kissed me. She was stunned into silence. And then, "Huh? I don't get it. Why is he calling YOU? You're 38 and married!" "Because," I said slowly, "It means that much to these two 38-year-olds." Right then and there my daughter promised that she would never kiss a boy until she knows that he's someone she’d want to hear from when she's 38 -- and when she can pass the same story -- and lesson -- on to her daughter.

My daughter has been asked out many times. She has always said no. No one ever passed the "call when I'm 38 test." Until last week. She said YES last week. Ben is the one whose deep, unfamiliar voice she will hear many years from now when the phone rings the day after her 20-year-reunion.

Some of life's lessons are taught when you’re least aware that you're the teacher.

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Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Geeeeeze! What a Life!

First let's spoon...
















...then let's take a bath.

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Teen Drinking, Sex, Curfews, and Partying. (What we do...)

A few days ago, I posted 10 hypothtical questions to my faithful readers, asking what you would do in particular situations with teens regarding tough issues, like drinking, sex, parties and curfews. I was waaaay impressed with some of the thoughtful answers I received. Thanks!

As promised, here is what we did. As I often tell my kids, I have no idea whether we're doing this parenting thing correctly, or even well at all. But I have to believe that the fact that our kids are honest with us, choose to spend time with us, and care what we think is a good indicator. My biggest hope is that they make it to 25 without any major incidents -- which is why we basically only have Two Big Rules. But, as you can tell, there are a whole lot more than two situations that need our attention and our attempts at good parenting... whatever THAT is!

1.) Your boy/girl twin 17 1/2 year olds ask if they can have a few friends over for hot-tubbing, movie watching and a marshmallow roast at your fire pit. "And drinking?" you ask. "Any plans for drinking?" They know that you know that teens (even those who probably aced their SATs that morning) drink. They know that you don't like it. "Likely," they answer. But it's not a drinking party. It's a get together with maybe some drinking." We can either get together here or at someone else's house. You, the parents, are home. How do you answer your kids' question?

We allowed a total of about 10 friends -- although my guess is that at one point there were more like 15 or 20. The group spent a good deal of time around the bonfire outside. We didn't "check on them," except to monitor the noise level out of consideration of our neighbors. We gave permission for friends to spend the night as long as their parents were aware of where they were. I asked that all indications of any get-together (trash, food, etc.) be cleaned up by morning, and it was.

2.) Your 19-year-old son has been going out with someone for over a year. You adore her. He loves her. You know they're having sex, but you haven't had any in-depth conversations with him/them about it. One morning, when you're up early, you see them at the door. She's quietly leaving. Do you say something? What do you say? To whom?

This whole situation just felt silly at that point and that morning I just told them that I was making breakfast and to stick around and join me -- which they did. From then on, they neither snuck nor flaunted. Her family lives just a few blocks from us, her parents are our friends, and all six of us have discussed the issue and agreed that it's "no big deal" if they're sleeping together, as they are obviously committed and in love and being smart regarding birth control. Because she bought a queen-size bed, though, they're hardly ever here anymore! They're now 20, have been together for over three years, both go to school full-time and work close to full-time and the last thing they need is to "have to" get an apartment that they can't afford in order to be together. This way, they can concentrate on school and know that they have a roof -- no, two -- over their heads and parents who put more emphasis on their long-term goals and schooling than on whether or not they're sleeping together. It just felt like the most honest way to go about it.

3.) Your 22-year-old invites her younger siblings, all over 17 but under 21, to a "formal cocktail party" at her house. How do you handle the situation?

We allowed them to go, asked our oldest daughter to "keep an eye on them," and insisted that they spend the night.

4.) Your 17-year-old daughter is a peer health educator with Planned Parenthood. (Teens go to local schools' health classes and educate their peers about many teen health issues, including but in no way limited to, sexuality issues.) In her once-a-week meetings at PP, she has access to condoms and can take as many as she wants. Her Mormon girlfriend, who has been having sex for over a year already, asks her for condoms, which she willingly provides. YOU get a call from the girl's irate mother, an acquaintance of yours, who found a condom in her daughter's car and demanded to know where it came from. How do you handle the call?

I did what most of you suggested: reminded the mom that her daughter was already choosing to have sex and that my daughter was simply contributing to her safety by providing a condom. The mom never spoke to me again; the girls are still dear friends. E's friend is now married, with a baby.

5.) Your 16-year-old daughter confides to you that she and her boyfriend of almost a year have decided to have sex. She asks you not to tell her father. How do you respond?

I told her that I've never had a secret from her dad and didn't want to start now so I suggested that SHE tell him. She did. It was a disaster -- and it took their relationship years to recover from it and negatively affected our marriage (since I believe that my daughter had the more mature approach and attitude about it all). It was a huge mistake to go about it that way and I should have agreed to keep the secret until she was ready to tell him herself. I still regret the way I handled this.

6.) Your 16-year-old's curfew is midnight. She has never missed it. She calls at 10:00 PM, asking if she can spend the night at her girlfriend's house. How do you respond? What if she calls from a guy's house and says that "a bunch of people are spending the night... his parents are home." How do you respond in that case? What if parents aren't home? (How do you know?)

This one is tough. And I deal with it differently now that they're almost 18 than I did a year or two ago. I do ask my kids to call early in the evening -- preferably before 10:00 -- if they're want to request to spend the night somewhere. This tells me that they're planning ahead and "pacing" any drinking, not guzzling and then dealing with things later. (I believe that teens need to "learn to drink" and unfortunately we don't set things up to allow that. Instead, they tend to quickly guzzle to excess.) My biggest concern is that they stay away from any combination of vehicles and alcohol. A year or two ago, I would have (and did) call the home of my kid's friend, ask to talk to parents, etc. But now, I must admit that this is one of those situations in which I count on my kids to be honest, mature and to use good judgement.

7.) You and your husband are having mojitos (cosmos, a beer, a glass of wine... whatever). Your 17 and 20-year-olds ask if you'll make them one. How do you respond? How do you respond if they're with friends?

This one is easy. We will provide them one drink as long as they promise to stay home. We do not supply drinks to their friends. But we do treat our German exchange students as our own kids, partly because we know their traditions in Germany are consistent with our attitudes at home.

8.) Your 15-year-old asks both parents if they ever smoked weed. You both have. How do you respond? (Assuming you answer honestly:) He asks if you liked it. One did, one didn't. How do you respond? He asks if you currently smoke. Neither parents does, but one parent misses it and one doesn't. How do you respond? He then asks which you think is worse for teens -- weed or alcohol. How do you respond?

I hate the stuff -- always have. Tom has smoked, liked it, but no longer smokes at all. We are both honest with our kids about our attitudes and about our past. We remind them that both drinking and weed are illegal for teens, but tell them that alcohol probably causes greater problems in society as a whole because of it's addictive qualities and the dangers of drinking and driving.

9.) Your 15-year-old confides that her 14-year-old cousin, whose parents forbid her to drink, has been drunk numerous times. Do you call the cousin's parent -- your sibling -- and tell them?

10.) Your 16-year-old confides that her 15-year-old cousin, has been having sex. Your child isn't sure if the sex was protected or not. Do you call the cousin's parent -- your sibling -- and tell them?

These two are hypothetical and I'm GLAD they haven't happened! I think that I'd talk with my niece or nephew and encourage him/her to tell parents. But I wouldn't tell them. Nor would I put my child in a situation that risks trust -- cousin-to-cousin or parent-to-child.

One thing I do know now that I've been raising teens: it is anything but easy, there is no one right or wrong way to raise kids (especially teens!), and honest and communication are BY FAR the most important things to preserve in that relationship. If you've lost those, I believe that you're well on your way to losing your connection with your kids. I'd rather know what my teens are doing and deal with it the best I can than not have any clue to what their lives are really like. And, more importantly, I want my kids to be SAFE, and a head-in-the-sand attitude could put them at greater risk. I encourage them to be open and honest, let them know when I agree and disagree with them (boy, do I!), and let go of my need to be right. That one's hard. But so far, at least, they're great kids ("kids"?!) who share their lives with us openly and honestly, so I have to believe that we're doing something right.

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Monday, May 07, 2007

A Gorgeous Day in Seattle (Finally!)

The day began with a downtown appointment with another prospective career coach. Last week I had a casual meeting at a coffee house with a career coach who I liked a great deal. She's a former HR executive who started her own work-from-home coaching business to be more available for her kids. She was a great listener, supportive, gave good advice and immediately felt like a friend. In great contrast, I met a professional career coach this morning at his office in a downtown high rise. Instead of it being a friendly, easy-going meeting, it was more like a meeting with a demanding professor. I was given assignments ("describe and write resumes for three to four hypothetical positions that use your experience and skills," "submit your list of networking contacts," "identify three to four niche markets, research companies and organizations in each, and describe how you fit into each"), analyzed in terms of family history and parental and sibling relationships and expectations, and given specific feedback ("you could be a great manager, but you need to let go of the need to be liked"). Now I need to choose between the two.

I really WANT to go with my new friend... but I think I SHOULD go for the demanding professor -- especially since I'll be paying a lot for either one. But I have a day or so to decide. Either way, it's time to identify and really hone in on who I am, what I can offer and what I love. In other words, it's time to brand and market myself. I like this stuff when I do it for others, so why am I resisting doing it for myself?

After my meeting I drove through Seattle and found this orthodox Russian church tucked away in a side neighborhood. I had never seen it before and to come upon it suddenly almost took my breath away! I then met a dear friend and former co-worker for lunch at the Seattle REI flagship store. That place is so much more than a store! With winding trails, a gushing river and cascading waterfall, beautiful architecture, and an absolutely huge climbing structure, it's more like a destination resort experience than a store!

When I got home I barely had checked my e-mail when Kat arrived home from school and suggested that it was such a pretty day that we just had to take Shasta to "Bark Park" (an off-leash dog area) at Marymoor Park, and of course I obliged. (I could get really used to being home!) Shasta retrieved every tennis ball thrown by every and anyone at the park -- much to the dismay of both other dogs and other owners! She could hardly stay out of the river and we could hardly talk her into getting back into the car. But now she's completely out and exhausted!

On the way home, Kat and I stopped to appreciate the fact that "the mountain" (Mt. Rainier) was "out," then went to Starbuck's for ICED lattes. Both are important milestone that surely marks the beginning of summer!

Tomorrow I'll have to concentrate on work -- and finding work -- again. I did land one freelance consulting job for a company that's developing a lifeskills game for teens. No real deliverables, no reports to write; they simply want to pay me for my opinion! But in addition to that I have LOTS of homework to do and need to get moving on that so I can finally be able to say definitively, concisely, and with confidence who I am and what I do.

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Sunday, May 06, 2007

Lazy Sunday Afternoon



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Teen Drinking, Sex, Curfews, and Partying. What Would YOU Do?

Before I had teens I thought that the answers to any "what would you do?" questions regarding drinking, sex, partying, etc. would be fairly straight-forward, pretty black and white, and that I'd know with total confidence how to handle just about any situation. After all, we were strong parents with solid morals and convictions and we were raising GOOD kids.

I never knew how hard the reality of it all would really be.

I'll start this off with a few questions and follow it up (in another post) with a few answers. Even if you're not a parent of teens, feel free to join in. Your kids will be teens before you know it, so it's best to be prepared! (By the way, almost all of these have happened to us; only two are hypothetical situations.)

1.) Your boy/girl twin 17 1/2 year olds ask if they can have a few friends over for hot-tubbing, movie watching and a marshmallow roast at your fire pit. "And drinking?" you ask. "Any plans for drinking?" They know that you know that teens (even those who probably aced their SATs that morning) drink. They know that you don't like it. "Likely," they answer. But it's not a drinking party. It's a get together with maybe some drinking." We can either get together here or at someone else's house. You, the parents, are home. How do you answer your kids' question?

2.) Your 19-year-old son has been going out with someone for over a year. You adore her. He loves her. You know they're having sex, but you haven't had any in-depth conversations with him/them about it. One morning, when you're up early, you see them at the door. She's quietly leaving. Do you say something? What do you say? To whom?

3.) Your 22-year-old invites her younger siblings, all over 17 but under 21, to a "formal cocktail party" at her house. How do you handle the situation?

4.) Your 17-year-old daughter is a peer health educator with Planned Parenthood. (Teens go to local schools' health classes and educate their peers about many teen health issues, including but in no way limited to, sexuality issues.) In her once-a-week meetings at PP, she has access to condoms and can take as many as she wants. Her Mormon girlfriend, who has been having sex for over a year already, asks her for condoms, which she willingly provides. YOU get a call from the girl's irate mother, an acquaintance of yours, who found a condom in her daughter's car and demanded to know where it came from. How do you handle the call?

5.) Your 16-year-old daughter confides to you that she and her boyfriend of almost a year have decided to have sex. She asks you not to tell her father. How do you respond?

6.) Your 16-year-old's curfew is midnight. She has never missed it. She calls at 10:00 PM, asking if she can spend the night at her girlfriend's house. How do you respond? What if she calls from a guy's house and says that "a bunch of people are spending the night... his parents are home." How do you respond in that case? What if parents aren't home? (How do you know?)

7.) You and your husband are having mojitos (cosmos, a beer, a glass of wine... whatever). Your 17 and 20-year-olds ask if you'll make them one. How do you respond? How do you respond if they're with friends?

8.) Your 15-year-old asks both parents if they ever smoked weed. You both have. How do you respond? (Assuming you answer honestly:) He asks if you liked it. One did, one didn't. How do you respond? He asks if you currently smoke. Neither parents does, but one parent misses it and one doesn't. How do you respond? He then asks which you think is worse for teens -- weed or alcohol. How do you respond?

9.) Your 15-year-old confides that her 14-year-old cousin, whose parents forbid her to drink, has been drunk numerous times. Do you call the cousin's parent -- your sibling -- and tell them?

10.) Your 16-year-old confides that her 15-year-old cousin, has been having sex. Your child isn't sure if the sex was protected or not. Do you call the cousin's parent -- your sibling -- and tell them?

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Saturday, May 05, 2007

"I Need a Damn Washcloth!"

I was reminded this evening of the time when Kat was about four and asked us for a "damn washcloth." Our jaws dropped. Where did our sweet daughter get a mouth like that?!

"What?!" we insisted. Had our ears deceived us? "A damn washcloth," sweet Katherine (as we called her then) replied. "I need one, please."

Just as we were about to reprimand her, she took a washcloth from the kitchen drawer and asked, "Can you put water on it? I need it damn."

And I've never heard a cuss word from her since! (Not... many.)

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It Hardly Even Needs Analysis

Dream: I was in a dilapidated building that was undergoing a restoration that was nowhere near complete, but the architectural plans indicated that it would eventually look like a beautiful, classy Victorian villa of some sort. For some reason I needed rescuing from this place and a helicopter was sent to get me. As the helicopter hovered overhead, P -- who used to work for me and now has my office with the gorgeous view of the Space Needle -- appeared next to me, saying it was a good thing that they were coming to save me. I thought, 'You're here too... don't you need rescuing too?' He climbed the rope and effortlessly lifted his way into the helicopter. Now it was my turn. As I started to climb the rope, the helicopter suddenly lifted and flew off, leaving me flailing at the end of the rope, holding on for dear life! I thought, 'They could have at least put a knot on the end of this damn rope so I could catch myself!' I was hyper-aware of the fact that if I slipped much further I'd just fall away (because there was no knot to catch me?!) and surely fall to my death. I called up to the people in the helicopter to help me up, but they said that there was no more room in the chopper. The helicopter was doing some sort of aerial acrobatics, flinging me all over the place and all I could do was hold on SO tight and wait. This went on for what seemed like a LONG time, until I woke up gasping!

Yeah. I know. It doesn't take any psychoanalysis to know what that dream means and where it came from!

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