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High-Needs Babies, Spirited Toddlers and Highly Sensitive Children

Part One: High Needs Babies

When my son Beanie was born, we struggled to breastfeed. I tried every position my midwife recommended, every trick I read online and still nothing worked. I was terribly upset and so was he. What I thought would have been the most magical time of our life was turning out to be a nightmare. On the third night, sleep-deprived, hormonally volatile and bursting with milk, I begged him, “PLEASE nurse!” I looked into his eyes and saw it – sheer stubborness. “You are going to be a stinker, aren’t you?,” I sighed. We rented the breast pump the next day.

I had a “high-needs baby”. (They are also labeled “fussy babies”, a term I do not like due to its negative connotations. These babies can’t help what they feel; they are just being themselves!) I should have expected it – he was a wiggly, hiccupy little guy in the womb and he continued to be after he was born. Having researched and discovered attachment-style parenting to be biologically normal, my husband and I were excited to try out babywearing and co-sleeping. We were trying to be “minimalist parents”, getting by with only the necessities, so this fitted well with our philosophy. Instead of spending on a crib and stroller, we got a huge King-sized bed that we placed on the floor and a few slings. We did buy a vibrating bouncer that saw little use. Honestly, though, it was HARD. Even though I had worked with babies before, I had no frame of reference of what it was like to be on-call 24-hours-a-day, of what “normal” was. I was pumping round-the-clock (while still trying to get him to latch on with a nipple shield), carrying/babywearing him and after he started spitting up/reflux, sleeping with him on my chest.

While reading Dr. Sears’ Baby Book and website, I realized Beanie had most of the characteristics of a high-maintainance baby! He was: intense (I called it going 0 to 60 in 3 seconds), hyperactive (constantly needed motion to dissipate his energy), draining (physically and emotionally), always hungry (I barely pumped enough to satisfy him), light sleeper (sometimes wanted a swaddle, sometimes not), unpredictable (what worked one day, would not the next, but maybe the day after that), very sensitive (to outside stimuli and emotions), needed constant touch (and later, motion) and was very sensitive to separation (although generally it was only daddy and occasionally grandma). He had a love/hate affair with our convertible car seat (he would fall asleep in it, but he would arch back and refuse to sit down to get buckled).

How did I cope? First, my husband and I job-shared at that point, so he was able to provide lots of hands-on support. He did most of what needed to be done (cooking, cleaning) and going out to the supermarket was our weekly “date”. There was even a brief period when Beanie was waking up at 6 that Dan would take him downstairs, cook breakfast and bring both upstairs an hour later. My day revolved around laying in bed upstairs watching Netflix and then moving downstairs in the afternoon to watch cable. It was boring. But it was all I was able to handle at that point. As he got older and we both felt more comfortable with babywearing, I would take him out for walks close to home. When he napped on me, I would use that time to sleep mostly, but sometimes I’d read a book or play Wii. When he woke up, ready for action, I would cook or clean something or just have a dance party with him. Things got easier at about 2.5 months (the fourth trimester); I felt like he was more interested in the world around him and that made him more interesting too. When he started to crawl at 6.5 months, I was ecstatic! He could disspate energy on his own and it gave us both some much-needed space and independence. I also want to mention that some of the homeopathic remedies we used for teething (particularly Hyland’s), were also remedies to promote calmness. I also noticed a relaxation in his temperament when he consistently wore his teething/eczema hazelwood and amber necklace.

There are a few things I wish I done differently. First, I would have made some good mama (and papa) -friends before we had Beanie. It would have been nice to spend time with some other folks who understood what I was going through in those early months. In a similar vein, I would have also attended more groups, like La Leche League and Holistic Moms’ Network. It would have been helpful to have advice and tips from people who had “been there, done that”. I think I would have been able to breastfeed more quickly (he finally latched on at 3 months) and babywear earlier (which would have saved my arms and kept me from watching too much of The Office.) I would have asked more people to do more for me: dropped off some food and maybe throw in a load of laundry. Ultimately, I am glad we put in all that hard work in those early months – because I see it starting to pay off now! More on “the spirited toddler” next time.

Is/was your baby high-needs? How did this affect your parenting? What words of advice would you give other parents at this stage?

Resources:

Dr. William Sears: Author of The Baby Book and The High Needs Baby website, including information on characteristics, sleep and handling criticism. Information on attachment parenting found here.

Dr. Harvey Karp: Author of The Happiest Baby on the Block. His website has book and video excerpts.

Dr. Elaine Aron: Author of The Highly Sensitive Child with a chapter on babies. (Although I must note, I do not completely agree with her views on sleep. Whatever works best for you and your family is best!) There is also a quiz to take on her website, although it is intended for older children.

The Fussy Baby Site

Fussy Baby

High Need Child Facebook Page

High Needs Baby Yahoo! Group

I’m a Better Parent Than You Are ………….Aren’t I?

I don’t hear mothers and fathers actually saying this with the classic and timeless “nah nah na boo boo” voice, but the competition that exists among parents and mothers in particular is significant. It is enough that people throw around the term “mommy wars” to describe tension that exists between and among women in playgroups or online groups. Most of this intensity comes from the sharing of experiences and parenting beliefs or styles.

Since every family is a unique combination of needs, characteristics and personalities, loving parents and healthy children will take many forms. On top of that are the all choices we have and the constraints we live under in the day to day. I don’t want to judge others or be judged. I want to build strong, positive community that supports all parents in finding and following their intuition when it comes to their children and their lives.

Bring Birth Home wrote this post that provides an entertaining overview of Attachment Parenting (AP) and Natural Living and Parenting (NLP), as well as some great discussion about mommy wars. The post and comments had me thinking. I wrote the following comment.

I am sure as the owner of the blog and this FB group you experience more of this negativity than I do, and for that I am both sorry and grateful.

1. thank you for working to make this a safe space, and a respectful space. it is good and good learning for us all.

2. as you may know from my own recent blogpost on humility and togetherness, these things are at the forefront of my mind currently. i am striving to have people actually feel what i intend when i speak and act — the space i want to create for them to come into the discussion. http://alivingfamily.com/2011/04/03/on-humility-and-togetherness/

HERE IS MY PROBLEM: no matter how much effort i take to keep my opinions to myself about what other people do as parents and to find the right words to say what i believe and do, no matter how hard i try to be respectful, sometimes i get the feeling (or can tell) that simply by saying my own personal truth people the person i am talking to is hurt, offended, defensive or even angry. it feels as though my sharing is bad but their sharing is acceptable. the only difference i can see is in the greater social acceptance and knowledge about their parenting practices and beliefs versus mine. this leads to the next….

3. now that i have been thinking about things for a while and you added your two cents to the mix, i am having some other thoughts. i am thinking about the way that even with a mix of AP and NLP and whatever feels right and good to us, that i have to fight the urge to shut down sometimes when someone shares about a tough hospital birth or shares their cry it out success story. i don’t feel immediately comfortable and welcomed to say that i had a phenomenal homebirth or that i am a little tired because we cosleep and my little one was nursing a lot or restless. maybe this lack of welcome is what others are feeling when i share my experience.

i am now wondering if the real problem is that it is not ok to share…..for some reason. is that possible? why would that be? because it definitely seems true. there is not a generally accepted and expected way of sharing mother stories or parenting ideas in open and honest ways, both about the hard and the wonderful experiences we are having. it does seem the expectation is that there’s an answer and some of us are supposed to have it. which one of us is it? ….. obviously no one has it. that is the point.

OR, last thing — is it the classic wondering if we are “good (enough)” mothers? and we can prove that if we somehow know something or did something “right?” i hope not, but seeing how own my mother’s good enough guilt continues to touch us both into the next stage of both of our lives i better dig deep on that one…..

i don’t know, but it’s too dizzying. i just want some honest conversation so we can all learn from and grow with and support each other. i think at some point we are going to have to consider an intellectual debate/conversation as separate from a personal conversation, though. otherwise, it seems difficult and emotionally challenging to have both at the same time. perhaps parenting is just too personal to not consciously separate the philosophical discussion. is that even possible or desireable?

Sharing Is Caring….Not Forced Politeness

I watch my daughter with awe as she walks and talks and makes decisions and communicates her thoughts. She is such a perfect learning machine. I have struggled to stay out of the way and let her grow and learn through play and life. There are certain things that are harder for me than others. Sharing is one of the things that is hardest for me.

Sharing public space when we are out can be tough. Like Mama Eve, I get the feeling I am stepping on people’s toes or frustrating others when I allow her to explore as an independent person. Having someone shush my child is not an easy moment, and it makes me think that staying home is a better option.

Even harder than sharing public space, though, is sharing with other children. My strong reaction is to step in and make sharing happen. If my child takes a toy, I want to take it from her and give it back. I somehow think saying “It’s Olivia’s turn” will make my thievery more meaningful.

There are two problems I have with my interference with the process of learning about sharing:

  1. It’s all about me, the adult. Often I’m not convinced that either child cares about sharing as the adults do. My adult motivation and perspective is generally not a place I want to start from when I am trying to effectively help my child learn something I think is important.
  2. I’m not sure how the children involved really understand and learn from me doing exactly what I told them not to do. It seems hypocritical, or, at the very least, it seems a confusing double-standard.

I want my daughter to share out of a true sense of empathy.

I don’t think my past actions have been leading in that direction. It always feels wrong and awkward stepping in and over my child. I feel pressure to do something in the moment to show people that I am teaching my child to share. Perhaps I am trying not to be “one of those moms” that lets their kid do anything they want? Sometimes people force my kid to share, or, somehow worse, force their child to share even if my daughter doesn’t care and their child really does. (I read about just one such scenario that happened to Mama Eve.)

Lately, I have been thinking a lot about how I don’t want to follow my first reaction, but I haven’t figured out why, really. Then, came across Mama Eve’s posts on How to Teach Sharing by Giving up Control, How I’m Learning to Let My Children Go, and 5 Playground Lessons I Never Knew I Was Teaching. She is trying to embrace the RIE philosophy (Resources for Infant Educarers) which is founded in the respect for children as active agents in their lives, as opposed to the passive observers our society often encourages them to be.

Reading about her reflections on letting children develop their own sense of empathy and caring for others has inspired me. I don’t want to do something because I think other people expect me to do it. Now that I calmed that voice, I can hear my instincts telling me to treat these situations like everything else. If I can trust her to learn to chop vegetables and other tasks by doing, then I should trust her to learn to share by doing.

I hope that my trust allows her the space to learn that sharing truly is caring and not something I forced her to do out of politeness.

Another Living Family Experience

I feel so happy and whole when we go as a family to my husband’s gigs. My daughter loves the music. I like that she gets experience being there while he is performing. This latest one was family friendly, and the art in the gallery was thought-provoking.

Let your children see you cry

Heavy with Milk?


Living in Truth

I have been thinking a great deal today about what it means to write and have this blog. So much of what I say is expression of what I am thinking and feeling in the moment. This blog is an expression of me. Anyone who knows me has most likely glimpsed the insanity of thoughts that exist in my tiny brain. They also know that I learn through dialogue.

I am not afraid to actually disagree, nor am I afraid to change my opinion and say so if I truly believe differently. I am an open and honest person, so I try to be so in this endeavor as well. This leaves me vulnerable at times and puts me dangerously close to judgment at other times.

I say dangerously close because the last thing I intend to do is judge, disrespect, disregard, demean or alienate anyone. I don’t wish to offend, and I hope never to condescend. However, I have chosen topics that go right to the core of many a human’s feeling center. People have opinions on how to birth and raise their children, how to eat and live. They have strong opinions and strong experiences and strong feelings. I am no exception.

Yet I want to enter in to the waters of dialogue with other folks. I want them (yes, you!) to feel safe enough to post a comment or send me an email. I want how I express myself to be digestible and ideally somewhat palatable, as if, metaphorically, we are breaking the bread of understanding together because we all need nourishment. I am on this journey to learn, and I love learning, even the hard, uncomfortable lessons and moments.

The Truth….

Recently I wrote a post that my husband’s poem and support inspired me to write. I struggled the whole time to be true to my inspiration: home birth. The truth is, though, that I am more in full support of women birthing naturally wherever they feel safest. Then again, the truth is that I want women to be surrounded, from childhood, with positive stories of birth and information on home and hospital birth and access to this kind of healthcare. Yet the real truth is that the society I am choosing to live in doesn’t support women/families having full disclosure on or full access to a true range of options.

I wanted to express all this and more. Unfortunately, I think I feel short of that. Though not my intention, my post could imply, from some angles, to be a judgment on women who don’t birth at home. Indeed, almost everything I want to express could be construed as an argument against all the other alternatives. I feel keenly the need to recognize how my words can be taken and the contrast therein to what my intention and meaning is.

However, I write about what I believe. I believe in home birth. I believe in breastfeeding. I believe in babywearing and co-sleeping and baby-led weaning.

I write from my heart in the true spirit of dialogue. I speak strongly, loudly, sometimes. I know I speak too loudly sometimes. If I do so, it is out of a desire for another voice to be heard, one that is most often drowned out in the mainstream discussion.

So, please, join me in open and honest dialogue and debate. Let me know your thoughts and experiences. Help me grow and learn to live in truth.

Sharing a Living

Darla passed along this book title to me: The Sharing Solution by Janelle Orsi and Emily Doskow. Here’s all the other catchphrases on the cover:

How to save money, Simplify your life, and Build Community

  • Share ownership of a house, car, garden or boat
  • Own less and have more
  • Live more sustainably through sharing

I have been talking about sharing the garden ever since we thought about it. We don’t know much about gardening and working with the earth, but we have land enough for the four big beds and neither of us minds getting dirty. (I grew up in Kansas literally playing in the dirt.) Gardening is a lot of work, and it is an art. There are so many ways I have thought people could help share a garden. Really, I had an idea for a whole neighborhood to come together and decide who has the best land/space/skills for what or what each person can contribute to a shared community garden that wouldn’t require people sharing one space. I know now that other people have had both of these ideas, and there are people in the world living my vision.

I got a bookstore gift card from the parents at the school. Methinks I will have to put this on the “Consider Buying” list…..

A Living Family

Creating and maintaining a Living Family can be an exhausting, but thoroughly rewarding enterprise.

Thursday night I went to a concert with my daughter, a one-year old. I worked a long, pre-winterbreak day in a classroom of newly hormonal adolescents, came home (in carpool — luckily, or I would feel guilty for the gas) and got stuff together for Gopinath’s concert with Allyn Miner and Thomas because he was stuck in traffic. We all drove down together to the beautiful Twelve Gates Art Gallery on 3rd and Cherry. Uma nooked about a bit while he set up the sound and everyone tuned. We listened to the first song, Uma singing along and chatting *loudly* during the enchanting melodies. I decided to take her outside so she could walk around since she was in the car for so long twice. It was wonderful to get to see her walk around and experience her outside so independently for the first time, on the sidewalk walking as her own person beside me.

I will be honest here. It is difficult being a working and breastfeeding mother who believes herself an attachment parent. One word: GUILT. It must be the nature of motherhood to feel this emotion because I haven’t met a mother who hasn’t felt guilt. I am blessed in innumerous ways, but one of them is that Gopinath is home with our one-year old all day every day. As a result, though, he knows her better than me. I miss so much of this period of rapid growth and development of my own child while I’m helping other people’s older children grow and develop through a particularly challenging life transition. I come home emotionally and mentally drained to my amazing, loving, need-filled daughter. What do I have left to give? ………… Here comes guilt.

The reality is that since I’m still breastfeeding this was my chance to have her nurse and stave off the threat of diminishing supply any time I am not at work I’m still “on,” so my choices are thereby my daughter’s in a real sense. My daughter and I live together by nature and necessity because of breastfeeding. This was an easy decision because as a rule I support my husband’s life as a musician. Whenever we fit so naturally into my husband’s musician life, I count it a blessing to stay out late and try (and fail) to get Uma to sleep in the Ergo.

Anyway, due to the hectic nature of this period before winter break, I wondered if I should even go to the concert. My daughter had already had a busy day of car travel and hanging out with friends, and I still had to make it through Friday. Without much second guessing, I decided to go. My whole family derives pleasure from listening to music, and here my husband was playing music with such a talented master musician. It seemed important to make room the possibility of this family event in my life.

It wasn’t the perfect fit, but this was a vital step towards the three of us being a Living Family. Each parent needs to see the child before them. My daughter has proven herself to be easy going with most change and transitions. She loves music and rhythm period; to hear and see her daddy play music is just joy on top of joy. It felt sweet and supportive walking/dancing/swaying/bouncing to the music together. I had intended to have her sleep while we both listened; she wanted to walk around and exclaim about her newfound discoveries. After a while, I took her outside to nook about, and I got a chance to spend time with her and see what she is working on and excited about. Eventually, because it was freezing outside, I took Uma to grab dinner for ourselves, came back just in time for the last notes, broke down the sound equipment so Gopinath and Uma could connect with and build community. It was hustle and bustle and felt literally like a Living Family, working and living together quite easily, if not traditionally.

Living Together is not always what I expect, but it is good and I think I can get used to it.

Initial Reflection: On Starting Out

Domestic Infrastructure

Through December: Weatherproofing

  • Insulation in attic and basement
  • Door replacement (in motion already)
  • Windows — something on some of them at least

This house is drafty. I can’t wait for some of these doors to actually keep cold air out. All of these things will make use heat, which we keep low anyway, more efficiently. This will help us keep our costs and energy usage down. Win-win!


Household Economy:

Through December: Reduce discretionary spending on food

  • Eat out less
    • Take lunches to school
    • Make meals/food in bigger batches
    • Use less canned foods and more dry goods
  • Buy fewer goodies
  • Waste less food
  • Get to Bryn Athyn Organic Produce Cooperative for groceries and bulk items at least once a month

This always seems easier for my husband than me. Food is the thing we like to spend money on. Being more conscious and frugal here will make a big overall difference I believe.

Resource Consumption:

Through December:  Use Less

  • Above goals apply to this — more motivation to focus on those
  • Gasoline and Oil
    • Seal A/C vents
    • Drive less by being conscious of consolidating trips

This seems kind of vague and small, but I want to focus on some of the other bigger, broader goals and intentionally kept this doable for us.

Cottage Industry and Subsistence:

Through December:  Homestead Preparation

  • Clear garden beds
  • Begin stocking goods
    • Decide on and clean a space for food storage
    • Look into companies to order from through Coop
    • Order beans, chickpeas, quinoa, rice

I am guessing we will be up to the December deadline on this one, for the garden clearing mostly. I wouldn’t be surprised if I was out there New Year’s Day getting something done just to not feel guilty for not having completed this garden goal to some small degree before going back to teaching.

Family and Community:

Through December:  Consciously Create Family

  • More face-to-face time (See Time and Happiness)
  • Organize monthly Family Fest with Darla and Jen
    • at our house — food and sleepover
    • one couple each month goes on a date at some point in the sleepover

Needless to say, as a working, breastfeeding attachment parenting mother this one goes straight to my heart. These are my feeble attempts to assuage my Mother’s Guilt and help us all remember who we are as adults and who we married.

Outside Work:

Through December

  • Sheila: Put together Life Restructuring Plan
  • Radha: Winter House Concert

It felt more realistic to have separate goals on this one.

The plan, this plan and other currently (somewhat) secret parts of my future plans, require time and energy. I felt it was important to acknowledge that time within the plan. Another part of Living Family is to not make my life and work so separate or my time so compartmentalized or vague. These blog posts, the discussions I have and notes I take are important to me and my family. I need to recognize the role they play and the time they take in my life.

Gopinath has had the idea of a seasonal concerts at our house. This winter I hope to have an “expanded family” gathering/concert with his group ONE.

Time and Happiness: Those things without which there’s really no point.

Through December: More face to face time

  • Sheila — Take one night a week completely off from work
  • Radha Gopinath — Less computer time

I thought I’d start with something I thought would be difficult enough but significant. One night a week off from work means I have to try to control the wandering and wheel turns of my mind as well. So far, if I was trying to make myself feel better, I could focus on how well I’ve done with this goal. I took the whole Thanksgiving break off from work to a large degree.

Gopinath’s goal of less computer time will surely rub off on me…..

Health and Fitness:

Through December:

  • Sheila — Drink as much water as humanly possible to support breastfeeding as long as possible and winter health and immunity
  • Radha Gopinath – Walk each day with the dogs.
  • Family — Walk with whole family, including dogs, once a week

I added this category, but my husband readily agreed and instantly thought of his goal. I think my goal is doable but illogically difficult for me in general. Water is vital for life, health and breastfeeding. Gopinath’s goal is actually necessary, but it is a past goal that has eluded us so I’m waiting to see what my role will be in that.

That’s it for now. I feel excited, even in the face of these somewhat daunting goals. Go Living Family!

Family Restructuring Plan

Recently, my friend Jen told me about The Anyway Project she read about on a blog she follows called The Chatelaine’s Keys. Her family decided to do the project along with blogger Sharon Astyk. My husband and I, along with Darla and her family whom we met through the same homebirth class (which I highly suggest), have decided to undertake this venture with Jen’s family.  To me, this project basically helps focus energy on areas of life that usually get away from us in the workaday, parenting world by taking small bites and creating realistic goals. Though my family’s objectives for this first month are small, they already feel momentous in the positive structures they would create for my family. I am grateful for the support and companionship of Jen and her blog Suburban Salmon and Darla and her blog Darlahood along on this journey. Reading Sharon Astyk’s descriptions of categories made my life aspirations seem at once more urgent and more doable:

Domestic Infrastructure - these are the realities of home life, including making your home work better with less, getting organized, dealing with domestic life, etc…

Household Economy: Financial goals, making ends meet, saving, barter etc…

Resource Consumption : in which we use less of stuff, and strive to live in a way that has an actual future.

Cottage Industry and Subsistence:: The things we do that prevent us from needing to buy things, and the things we produce that go out into the world and provide for others. Not everyone will do both, but it is worth encouraging.

Family and Community: Pretty much what it sounds like. How do we enable those to take the place of collapsing infrastructure?

Outside Work: Finding a balance, doing good work, serving the larger community as much as we can, within our need to make a living.

Time and Happiness: Those things without which there’s really no point.

The project technically started in November, but my family’s first goals are through December. I figured that would give us time to actually do this and start out right with clear goals. It actually wasn’t that difficult to make goals. Having read Darla’s Anyway Project goals and realizing ours were so similar, my husband and I had a conversation about tweaks here and there and any goals that feel pressing and pertinent to our family in particular. So, without much editing or explanation, here are my family’s goals for the year-long implementation of what I am calling The Family Restructuring Plan.

Domestic Infrastructure

Through December: Weatherproofing

  • Insulation in attic and basement
  • Door replacement (in motion already)
  • Windows — something on some of them at least

Household Economy:

Through December: Reduce discretionary spending on food

  • Eat out less
    • Take lunches to school
    • Make meals/food in bigger batches
    • Use less canned foods and more dry goods
  • Buy fewer goodies
  • Waste less food
  • Get to Bryn Athyn Organic Produce Cooperative for groceries and bulk items at least once a month

Resource Consumption:

Through December:  Use Less

  • Above goals apply to this — more motivation to focus on those
  • Gasoline and Oil
    • Seal A/C vents
    • Drive less by being conscious of consolidating trips

Cottage Industry and Subsistence:

Through December:  Homestead Preparation

  • Clear garden beds
  • Begin stocking goods
    • Decide on and clean a space for food storage
    • Look into companies to order from through Coop
    • Order beans, chickpeas, quinoa, rice

Family and Community:

Through December:  Consciously Create Family

  • More face-to-face time (See Time and Happiness)
  • Organize monthly Family Fest with Darla and Jen
    • at our house — food and sleepover
    • one couple each month goes on a date at some point in the sleepover

Outside Work:

Through December

  • Sheila: Put together Life Restructuring Plan
  • Radha: Winter House Concert

Time and Happiness: Those things without which there’s really no point.

Through December: More face to face time

  • Sheila — Take one night a week completely off from work
  • Radha Gopinath — Less computer time

See what I mean? Lofty but doable. Now that I’ve told everyone the goal, I feel more motivated (through imagined peer pressure) to follow through. Here we go!

The Nature of Family

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about the nature of family and what family means in our modern world and in the United States in particular. This questioning arises most naturally when the way I have chosen to live, how I have given birth to and am raising my child and what I believe and hope for seems, at times, radically different or even diametrically opposed to the vast majority of the people around me and society at large. What does family mean to a first generation East Indian who grew up in rural Kansas but now lives outside a major city? What does family mean to a homebirth, breastfeeding, baby-wearing, co-sleeping, EC-practicing mama?

We are born into our families, rather than choosing them, as we might our friends, based on similar personalities, interests or belief systems. Every family is different, but each family must navigate the waters of relationship. More than ever, now that I have my daughter, I believe that family is created intentionally. This is clear even from the fact that some children are given up for adoption; in those cases, family is intentionally not created at birth for whatever reason but, hopefully, is created with great intent later in life.

What does it mean to create family? As a mother of a one-year old whose parenting choices alone often relegate her to minorities within minorities of society, I find myself thinking about this often. In India, both of my parents had time in their lives where they lived in a more universally traditional way, with grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and distant relatives all packed in under one roof in a family compound, so to speak. Understandably, family was whoever lived in the “house.” Though extensive, it was indeed immediate family, and, by the nature of life, often included neighbors or other non-blood relatives. Stories of huge groups of children and adults literally gathered around light in the darkness listening to stories made up on the whim of my own grandfather or singing bhajans led by my mother’s cousin’s cousin’s wife, stories that seem out of some version of a book called Laura Ingalls Wilder Goes to India where everyone’s working by candlelight and going hungry.

Here in the United States at this time, immediate family often means the parent(s) and child(ren). What a fraction of the people that family once was! Those few people surely would spend all their time together, more than their counterparts of the past, would they not? No! It somehow means fewer people to share the load of living. Granted, the sea of societal structures and self-destructive sloganism brutally bombard these tiny rafts of familial relationship. In fact, many of us feel ourselves floating alone through the trials of life. What happened to family?

Creating family requires conscious intention. How do I do this when my small, immediate family of four is strewn across three states and thousands of miles? Then again, today’s technology allows me to blog, Skype, Facebook, email, scan, fax, and phone my child’s grandparents as well as mail them things next day or even same day! My mother raised me in Kansas while my Indian grandparents, eight times more distant had to have someone go down the block to the corner store to get on the phone call list so they could call us. Logic and reason suggest that creating loving and close family bonds with access so many methods of connection should be relatively easy, a matter of effort rather than intention.

Family for me has felt both immediate and elusive. Barriers of culture, communication, emotion, and perception pop up to block connections I intend to make. Hurt feelings and confusion abound, but perhaps this is part of my parents having raised me in a country and culture with such opposing values to the ones of their own upbringing. Respect, seeming simple and singular in definition, somehow contradictorily means hearing out ideas and agreeing to disagree versus doing whatever I say or letting me do whatever I want in the face of disagreement. Vertical and horizontal hierarchies create very different feelings of family.

For me, creating family for my daughter has meant that I have intentionally explored and chosen to implement a number of independent ideas that work together cooperatively to create a community around my little raft of a family despite differences and difficulties with my immediate family. Indeed, creating a family, even within the intimacy of our three-piece immediate family, requires all my intention and spirit when I find myself having to give the very energy I would devote to creating family with my loving husband, who is a wonderful father to my precious daughter, while I am, essentially, a mother to other people’s children. In the environment and structure of this country and culture, driven by time and money, it is actually more efficient for me to think about Living Family rather than creating family.

Living Family means many things to me, but all help me stay focused on the goal of creating a  sea of family and a community in which to live and ideally thrive. Living Family means:

  1. being in and living from the present moment
  2. creating structures and routines that support family bonds
  3. expanding the limits of family to other families that support the family life I intend to create ….. in essence, creating a community of others who want to consciously create family in a vein similar to ours
  4. make a living…as opposed to making “it,” whatever “it” is…in a way that allows my “selves” to not be so separate from each other and/or from family
  5. living our family life in such a way that allows us, others as well as the natural world to live and thrive while being mindful of resources and relationships

Having this goal feels lofty to me. It requires that I shift my whole focus and think broadly and creatively. It also feels vital, however, if I want to reach any semblance of traditional family connections and experiences of shared living. My daughter has just turned one. Now, with this intention, we begin the journey towards a Living Family….

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