A Mother Sees the Effects of the Listening She Does

I started learning about listening to children’s feelings five years ago. My oldest child, now eight, and I have had a long road together to turn around the hurts that he had in the first few years of his life. While we are not completely healed yet, there are moments of clarity that help me deeply know that we are growing together towards happiness. Here is a story that shows what a caring, loving, thoughtful child this type of parenting can bring forth.

I had a rough day today–nothing big really, just lots of little things. I had taken the kids and a friend to an IMAX movie and wound up with a headache. The trip home in the car brought me to the brink. I yelled more than once, then I retreated into myself the rest of the way home, while the children were all silent. When we got home, I still had a headache, so I left the work to my husband and went to my bedroom to rest.

My eight-year-old son came in to me and asked gently “Can I visit?” He lay down with me and put his arms around me softly, letting me bury my face in his chest.

“Your head is hot,” he said. “You had a hard day. It must be hard taking care of three kids and yourself too.”

“Usually,” I told him, “it’s fun. But yes, today was hard.” My throat was getting tight, and the tears I had been holding back in the car were starting to come. “I didn’t do a very good job of not yelling today. I try so hard not to yell because I know it hurts you.”

He couldn’t see my face, but the tears were coming. “Is it ok if I cry for a while?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. So he held me while I sobbed rather gently for a few moments. I felt horrible about the yelling I had done, but at the same time the powerful love for me coming from my son was feeling wonderful. I knew I would be all right. I knew we would be all right.

I kissed his cheek and smiled at him.

“Are you feeling better now?” he asked.

“Yes, I am. I must have been holding in that cry. Thank you for helping me let it out.” I said as I relaxed even more.

“You were probably punished for crying when you were little and now it’s hard to get it out,” he thoughtfully replied.

“Something like that.” I couldn’t help giggling. Then more seriously, “Yes, it’s hard for me to feel safe enough to cry.”

We cuddled for a little while longer. Then he heard his brother and sister playing in the other room and he jumped up to go play. As he was closing the door to let me go back to resting, he blew me a kiss and mouthed “I love you.”

— a mother in Levelland, Texas

Cooling my Son’s “Hot Button” Issues

I have a son, Seth, who is 3. Recently I decided to help him with his feelings on two hot-button issues–falling asleep by himself and having his hair washed. I normally listen to his big feelings when he brings an upset to me, using Staylistening in response to his cues. This time, I decided that I wanted to help him with both these issues because they affected our daily life, and because they weren’t getting better on their own. I approached both issues in the same way, and here’s how it went:

Falling Asleep – My husband and I have always snuggled with Seth until he falls asleep, but we had to read him two stories and rub his back for about 15 minutes every night before he could sleep. We were ready for him to learn to fall asleep by himself.

First, at bedtime, I explained that I wanted to talk to him about falling asleep by himself at night. I told him I wanted him to be able to do this, and why. He was very unhappy about it. I lay down on the bed with him and told him that it was time for him to fall asleep by himself and he started crying. I didn’t continue very long because he sounded scared and something didn’t seem right. I stayed with him until he fell asleep, but he didn’t sleep well and woke up in a bad mood, so I decided to reevaluate my plan.

I decided that I had moved too fast, and really, we weren’t in a hurry. I decided that I wanted to make sure that he was in charge even though I was key in bringing up his feelings. I remembered that when we toilet trained him last summer he was excited about it and proud of himself even though we had initiated it. I wanted him to feel proud of himself for falling asleep by himself. I also remembered Patty Wipfler’s advice about using the lightest push possible to help a child face a difficulty. I decided that telling him it was time to go to sleep was too strong, and that I could just ask him if he was ready to go to sleep by himself.

The next time I brought up the subject of going to sleep on his own, I asked him if we could get in bed and just talk about him falling asleep by himself. I told him that at the end of it he would get to decide if he wanted me to stay with him or not. He agreed. I also suggested that we could do it in little steps—I could sit outside his door, or in the next room. We got in bed and read a story, and then I asked him if he could go to sleep by himself now. He was a little bit upset, but didn’t really cry a lot. Then he said that he wanted the light on and shining into his face and that I could sit next to the bed. I did and he fell asleep quickly. Since then I’ve asked him to meet the same challenge by getting his permission first and then asking him if he was ready to go to sleep by himself. Twice more, he said no and cried hard and got angry for a good long time.

Then we all got sick, and life became hectic, so I haven’t pursued this recently. But these few Staylistening times have made a huge difference. I still lie down with him, but now we just talk for a few minutes and then he falls asleep!  Also, he used to occasionally wake up in the middle of night, but since his last cry about sleeping, he hasn’t awakened once.

Hair Washing – I worked things similarly with hair washing, something he hates. His preference was to never wash his hair, and it was a huge battle to accomplish that bit of hygiene with him.

I picked a day when his hair wasn’t actually dirty, so I didn’t care if we washed his hair or not. I asked Seth if we could get in the bathtub and just talk about washing his hair, but that at the end of the conversation, he would get to decide if we actually washed his hair. He said yes. We got in the bathtub and played for a little while, and then I said, “OK Seth, now can I wash your hair?” He said no, and started crying. I kept asking over and over, and he cried really hard and also got mad and had a temper tantrum. (That was challenging in the bathtub!) Every few minutes he would stop and ask if he still got to decide if we were really going to wash his hair at the end and I assured him that he did. Then he would go back to crying. After about 15 minutes he said he was ready to get out of the tub and didn’t want to have his hair washed. We got out and he was extremely bright and happy the rest of the day.

The next hair-washing episode was a few days later. It went exactly the same except that at the end of it he agreed to have his hair washed. I did it very slowly, with lots of stops for reassurance that he wasn’t getting water in his eyes and it was very successful. Since then he hasn’t been afraid to have his hair washed.

I was very excited about these projects because I was able to initiate the work that needed to be done, and yet he was in charge of how it went. I felt really good about having found a way for my son to be in charge, although I was choosing to push an issue with him.

Also it was clear to me that he knew that he was agreeing to work through his feelings. Because I wasn’t overpowering him, or insisting that the interaction turn out a particular way, I felt that I could push pretty hard in bringing up the idea of challenging his bedtime routine, and his bath time fears.

—a mother in Seattle, WA

Crying Brings Peace and Relaxation

I have to tell you about listening to my one-year-old daughter.  After a very short surgery under anesthesia delivered through a mask, she was brought back to me.  As I expected, she was crying and mad, and probably confused.  Her crying went on for a while.

The nurse came in after a bit to ask me if she had a “temper at home too” to which I answered “Yes.”  My daughter continued to cry (she was really mad) while I was hugging her.  A neighbor mother asked if she could help by giving me her blankie or something.  I said, “No, thanks, it’s OK.” and  I let her cry.  I went for a walk, offered her water and breast thinking she was probably hungry.  Then I went back to my room and my daughter continued to cry.

The nurse came back and told me, “9 out of 10 kids do better once you put them into their car seat and they understand you are going home.”  I told the nurse I did not want her to be so upset in the car through morning rush hour traffic.  Finally, I closed the door and sat on a chair where the nurse could not see me and my daughter continued to cry.  She was really mad and did not want anything.

After 30 minutes of crying in my arms she started to soothe herself, then went back to crying, every time a smaller cry.  Her body started relaxing. She was breathing better and finally fell asleep in my arms in a very relaxed state.

I cannot tell you how relieved I was that I did not feel like I needed to entertain her, distract her or stop her from having her feelings.  I was calm and felt an internal peace I have not had in a while.  I knew I was there for her and that it was not my responsibility to “make her” feel better, that she just needed to to feel her pain, confusion and anger.

My daughter slept soundly for 4 hours.  Then she woke up happy and relaxed! IT WORKED!

–A mother in Texas

Handling the Tension of Cancer in the Family

Photo (c) Michelle Dennis 2008

My husband is being treated for a life-threatening form of cancer. Fortunately, his prognosis is good, but he’s had major surgery, and is now going through months of chemotherapy. Life has not been easy.

Listening Tools have been so helpful for us. For instance, the other night, our daughter blew up when it was time to go to bed. I heard her yelling at her Dad, “You are the worst Daddy! I hate you!”  I realized that she was mad, just as I am “mad” that he is sick.

We have been open about the cancer and his prognosis. She just needed a good cry, and I went to her and we had a good Staylistening session. Later I talked to my husband about it, and we decided they needed some really good Special Time together. The next day, my husband and daughter spent the day together, working around the house, going to the movies, just the two of them. He said that at the movies she held on to him the whole time.

It really helped.

Thank you again for all the help you and Hand in Hand are to us in our everyday lives.

–a mother in rural Northern California

My Daughter and Her “Fat” Tummy

My 12-year-old daughter was mad and sad about feeling ugly and fat this morning and focusing on her “flabby” tummy. (She’s 5’5” at 12 and weighs maybe 120…so fat is not even in this county much less zip code). I chased her up the stairs and around the house saying, “You have to love your tummy!” while she laughed and laughed. I kept thinking I should be doing something to explain the damage the “beauty industry” does to us all, but then realized that laughter does her good, too, and that we adults are often way too serious!

–a mother in Seattle, WA

Solving a Sleep Problem

My 18-month-old daughter was having real trouble sleeping. It was driving me crazy! She couldn’t sleep through the night, and she hated to go to sleep both at nap time and at bedtime. At first, I thought, “I just have to get a night’s sleep!”, and I did the thing of letting her cry in her bed and not coming in. I did this for several nights. It sort of worked, because she stopped waking up so many times in the night, but she still strongly resisted going to sleep at any time, ever!

I’ve been in a parents support group where we’ve been hearing about listening to children’s feelings, so I decided to try that. The first time I tried it was at bedtime. I brought her into the living room (I thought that it would be good to be on “neutral ground”) and told her it was time to go to sleep. She began to cry. I stayed with her and listened to her cry, and kept telling her that I knew it made her feel bad, but it still was time to go to sleep. She cried for about a half hour, then stopped. She seemed done, so I took her in and put her in bed. She cried for about a minute, and then just went to sleep!

The next night, we did the same thing, but she cried for only about 15 minutes before she was done, and she went to sleep easily. Now, amazingly enough, she can just go to sleep! I’ve really seen how listening to her feelings has helped her get them out of her way. We’re both doing well, now that I’m getting sleep again, and I’m beginning to be able to notice that there are times during the day when she’s full of tension and needs a good cry, and other times when the issues are just small issues that we can solve in a minute. It’s great to be learning this stuff!

- a Parenting by Connection Parent

From Needing Gummie Gushers to Having Fun

My 6-year-old daughter was pestering me to go shopping last night. I said, “no” in as upbeat a tone as I could over and over and over again. When we got to the bottom of it, she wanted to buy fruit gummie gushers for her friend and herself. He had been asking her to be sure to pick some up next time she went shopping with me.

He claimed his mother didn’t know where the grocery store is that we bought them from (a major grocery store in our area). The truth is that his mother really sticks to buying organic food most of the time and wouldn’t buy these gummie gushers; we are a little more lenient in letting my daughter explore some different foods once in a while. She then told me that if I didn’t get her friend some of these right away, he was going to cry.

I said that would be a good thing. She said no – his breath is terrible when he cries and he will cry right in my face. I laughed and laughed and then she started to breathe in my face. I resisted and fought her hard – while we both laughed for a long time. Then she drank milk and breathed milk breath on my face and I fended her off even more from the terrible smell of cow breath.

After fighting off her milk breath for a while, she proceeded to tell me that when I cry my tears smell like poop. I was horrified to hear this and the two of us immediately composed an apology note to my regular listening partner (who she also knows and loves) that for all these years she has had to put up with my tears that smell like poop. It was a magnificent card that will go in the mail today. We then spent the rest of the evening taking a long bath and reading.

What a better way to spend time with my daughter than going shopping.

—a mother in Falmouth, Maine