Growing On Her Own Time

Hi Patty,

Group settings, especially large group settings, are very difficult for my daughter. I see a little girl who has some real fears of these situations, and it really hurts to see others judging because she is nervous and only wants to stay in my arms. She will often display behaviors like nose picking or finger sucking when someone addresses her. Oftentimes, the adult will then make a comment about the behavior, which only serves to make her more uncomfortable.

What gets under my skin are the repeated suggestions that she be put in preschool to help mitigate her social anxiety. I disagree with this, as she does fairly well around other kids and is involved in 2 activities, which afford her opportunities to be around other children. I don’t see how preschool would help mitigate anxieties that surface in large group, adult dominated settings. It feels like I’m being judged and found wanting, as if my being with her and raising her at home is not good enough. Even if that isn’t the intended purpose of those comments, that’s what it makes me feel.

I would love to hear any suggestions you might have, especially for playlistening, because my daughter really enjoys when we work on things that way.

-Perplexed for Playlistening

Hi Perplexed,

Good for you for holding your own amidst adults who are not attuned to your daughter’s needs, and whose advice and promptings (with all the best intentions) actually undermine her confidence. You are doing a good job of thinking for yourself here.

Here is a suggestion of a game I have often done is to hold a child in my arms, and peek in at a large group, then say, “Let’s run away!” in a playful, not playfully fearful, but simply playful tone. Then, I run, and the child jiggles along in my arms. We run maybe 20 feet, and then turn around and I pay attention, listening, seeing how the child is.

And when we’re connected and I’ve paid attention, I say, “Let’s peek again!” and tiptoe up to the gathering, peek in, and repeat. This often gets children laughing. You are not forcing the child past her comfort zone. You are staying close, body to body close, to provide safety. Your tone is playful, also providing safety. And you are creating a tiny, safe adventure, then taking the “Let’s get out of here!” role, so she is not the one who wants to run, you are. She is along for the ride.

This kind of game can go on for a whole hour. If there’s laughter, it can relieve a lot of tension, and help a child trust that you understand how much she really can handle at one time.

If you do this kind of game for a good long time, then you build enough safety to help her with the deeper level of feelings.

So then, after NOT forcing her to try to function past her comfort level, but eliciting laughter and staying close, you can propose to go in and talk to one person. And you don’t play, you say, “I’m going to help you go in and say hello to XYZ (the safest, kindest person available). Just for a minute.” and see if she can cry about the idea. You don’t DO it, you PROPOSE it, and Staylisten. You may need to nudge her physically toward the situation to get the tears to come, but they will come if you’ve built enough safety. Listen. Let her cry. Don’t give up on your proposal, but don’t do more than inch toward the situation you have proposed. An inch every 15 minutes should be plenty to keep the deeper fears rolling out and healing.

For a more in depth reading of playlistening and how your daughter’s emotions work, take a look at our Listening to Children set or read Helping You Child With Shyness. For a more in depth and hands on learning experience, we offer Building Emotional Understanding courses which offer a new perspective on your child’s emotional moments and how build and cultivate a strong relationship with your child.

Let us know how it goes.

Best,

Patty

Starting Kindergarten

(C) Cienpies Design 2009

My five-year-old started kindergarten last week and he is almost finished with his second week.  It wasn’t an easy transition for him and here is how we supported him using Parenting by Connection tools.

Through summer, my son resisted to the idea of kindergarten.  “You are going to kindergarten, are you excited?” he was often asked and his answer was an adamant “No!”

Toward the end of a summer full of fun, Special Time and Staylistening my son’s response changed from an absolute “No!” to a “Maybe.”

But then, he kept resisting, not going into a classroom for kindergarten assessments, and we had to come back for the second day and still the teachers had to come outside their rooms to give him assessments in the playground!

Despite his resistance, I could tell he wanted to give kindergarten a try.  For example, he would talk about going to school. or choose to have his Special Time in the kindergarten playground where we played his favorite “mom-ster” game- I play a feeble monster (“mom-ster”) and try in vain to catch him while he swiftly runs away.

His first week at kindergarten came and he went very reluctantly.  On Friday, I was told that he became quite upset, crying and trying to run away after his dad dropped him off.  I had a meeting with the school counselor who listened to him that day and she graciously offered for us to use her room for any other separation upsets in the future.

Both my husband and I felt it would be really difficult to make him go the next week.

Over the following three day weekend, we decided to focus on his feelings around separation; my saying goodbye before going on an errand, playing physically together and playing hide-and-seek, and making our bedtime earlier to give my son a chance to express his feelings on separation.  Also, each son had one of us parents for half a day including an hour of Special Time.

The morning of second week came.  My son was half-naked without his pj shirt waking up.  After five minutes of Special Time in bed, I suggested putting on his day shirt.  He wouldn’t.  It was a small and quiet sign expressing his inside feelings.  I said very softly, “It’s time to put on your shirt.”  He ran out of bed to the other room.  I followed him, saying “Let’s put on your shirt and get ready for school.”  As soon as he heard the word, “school,” he tightened up and ran away again.  I tried to play, but he wouldn’t laugh.  “It’s time to go.”  This time, he tried to kick me.  I guarded with my arm, held his legs as gently as I could and said softly,  “No, no kicking.  It’s time to get ready for school.”

He started making some noise, wriggling, then crying loudly saying, “I don’t want to go to school!”  I listened.  His crying continued.  I encouraged, “I know your teacher is waiting for you.  She likes you.”  More crying and “No!”  “You are going to make more friends.”  He cried more.  We kept on going like this for 45 minutes.

Luckily that morning, my husband was able to take my older son, so they left.

I had barely an hour before work that morning, so I debated inside whether it would be a good idea to spend time on his crying at home like this.

It wasn’t easy to decide to stay and listen to him as his crying seemed to be getting nowhere and I started to wonder if my sitting next to him listening quietly and encouraging him once in a while would look like I was doing a good job of parenting.  But I had witnessed enough to decide to invest my time and attention then while I was calm.

Gradually his crying shifted and he would look around commenting like, “Oh, look at the bird outside.”  When I nudged him again in the direction of starting a morning routine, getting dressed, eating breakfast and eventually going to school, he would cry a while more.  By then, he was lying down on my lap, sobbing.

Finally, he looked more relaxed with his eyebrows lifted, looking at me in the eye, talking about things he remembered from school.  He got up and did all the morning routine with an attitude of “I can’t wait to go!”

We were half an hour late for school, but the transition went smoothly. My son had no difficulty walking into the classroom and waving goodbye.  And I wasn’t late for my work.

It’s the end of the week and my husband just called to say that the school drop-off went smoothly today and “whatever you did on Tuesday is really working!”

—Keiko Sato-Perry, Certified Parenting by Connection Instructor

Keiko Sato-Perry

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Hair Washing Glee!

bathtime can be a great time for playlistening

When my son was about 21 months old, he started to hate having water poured over his head when I washed his hair in the bath. He would scream and scream every time, even when I was meticulously careful not to get any suds or water in his eyes.

After a few weeks of this battle, I remembered what Patty told us about Playlistening. One night, during his bath, but before washing his hair, I took the special hair-washing cup and (discreetly making sure it was empty first!) held it upside down over my head. I shrieked, pretended to cry, and shook my head back and forth. My son howled with laughter!

He kept handing me the cup over and over again with a big smile on his face, and he laughed uproariously as I feigned intense distress. In between mock cup-pourings, I would smile at him to let him know I was okay. Gradually my hair got wet from the traces of water in the cup, and he was fascinated to touch my wet hair and rub the top of my head, which was now quite wet.

Later in the bath, when I washed his hair, he clearly did not enjoy it much, but he sat still and did not actually scream. Over the course of the next week or so, I always preceded washing his hair with play-washing mine, complete with loud shrieks and cries. He continued to laugh with abandon, and touch my wet hair with fascination. Now he has taken control of the cup, and insists on being the one to hold it over my head! It took three or four baths, but now he does not object to his hair being washed. In fact, what was once a torture session for both of us, is now one of his most gleeful games. In the evening when I say, “bath time!” he runs into the bathroom to get the cup, and runs over to me with it, laughing and holding it out to me!

- A mother in Pacifica, California

Helping a Child Make Good Use of a Tantrum

when children’s behavior looks off track, they are really asking for help

My husband and I had a friend visiting us and toward the end of the visit, my son started to play with the TV remote control, increasing the volume while we tried to talk, again and again. All of our requests to stop were ignored. Then he went to his little sister who was sitting on the floor, and stepped on her. It was not an accident, and I realized he was signaling me. I told him very softly that he could not do this and I took him in my arms, and went with him to the garage. I said goodbye to our friend and told my husband that I need some time alone with our son.

My son started to struggle in my arms and said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again!” When I continued to hold him on my lap, he started shouting, “Let me go! I don’t want to be here, I want to go back! You are hurting me!”

By now, I was sitting with him on my lap, looking at him and saying very softly, “I know you don’t want to be here, but we need to be here. I’m with you now and I’ll keep you safe here.” The more I talked the more he started to fight me and shouted while crying, “Let me go, you are hurting me!” I held him really gently with my hand on his back.  My fingertips were barely touching his back. He shouted, “You are hurting my back, don’t touch me!” It was obvious to me that it was not my physical holding that was hurting him, but old hurts and fears which were being released.

He tried several tactics to avoid these feelings. He asked me to hold him with his face looking away from me. It was clear that my eye contact brought up more painful feelings. He asked to open the garage door so he could “see more things,” and it was clear he was looking for a distraction. He asked for water. He said he was hot and needed a shower. His requests went on.

The whole time I kept holding him gently, telling him that it is safe now and I am with him. Then, my son started coughing and holding his neck. He complained he has pain in his throat. This reminded me that he had had a surgery when he was 3 years old. His adenoids had been removed.  I was wondering if this was part of the hurt he was offloading now.

He cried more and coughed more and I held him in my arms and wiped his tears. I was talking to him softly the whole time. He cried less and less with time.

After about 20 or 30 minutes, he asked to go to the bathroom. I agreed and we went together and this ended the episode.

I knew he was not completely finished, but I knew he had cried away a big chunk of what was sitting inside him for so long. I felt we both had had enough for that day, and that new triggers would come and allow him to work again on his fears.

Even though we didn’t complete the cry, I saw how relaxed he was afterwards and how different his behavior was. He was much more connected.

I had had a Listening Partnership a few days before this happened. I had worked on my own deep fears of setting limits with him. The LP release gave me the ability to stay calm and loving and not let my own fears take over and interfere.  It gave me back my confidence in the process which I needed very much.

Two weeks after all this happened, I had another opportunity to Staylisten with him. The amazing thing for me was that he actually invited me to Staylisten the way we did it before.

It started when he came back from his preschool and was restless. He tried slapping his brother’s back when he walked by, then immediately moved into slapping my back. I felt he was signaling me again.

I turned around to face him, sat down next to him and said, “You can not hit your brother or me.” Before I could complete my sentence my son asked me, “Are you going to take me again to the garage like last time? Is it going to take a long time?” I said, “Yes, I am going to take you to the garage and I will be there with you.”

He insisted that we sit in the same place; he sat on my lap in the same position like before. At the same time, he didn’t want me putting my hand on his back. It was like he knew he needed this, but still resisted the feelings that came.

This time he easily started crying and cried in my arms for about 10 minutes. When he was done we went to his room and he wanted to play with me. He was very connected and happy. That evening we had dinner at our friend’s house. My son played with their children the whole evening. In the past, if he didn’t know children well, he would sit next to me and my husband the whole time. This time he was flexible and very friendly, and we could see the difference. I’m sure that having the opportunity to offload some of his fears left him free to engage in play with the other kids.

Repairing a Relationship

(C) Luis Brito 2009

Last night my son, 4.5 years old, was playing with this toy that made an odd noise when he shook it.  For some reason the dog was really irritated by the noise.  My son shook the toy for the third time and the dog came over all agitated and went towards my son’s face in a threatening, “If you do that again I might just have to bite you” kind of manner.

I was alarmed at the dog, and my first reaction was to get him down and away from my son “Wally, down!” I said sternly and grabbed him by the collar to get him to back off. Then to my son, “Hey, you see how Wally’s really upset, you can’t shake that again!”

Well, a moment later my son did it again.  This time he laughed a little as the dog came towards him.

Now things got a bit chaotic. As I was telling the dog to get down, my partner came over all puffed up, clearly annoyed at our son.

“NO you can NOT do that again. STOP now, you hear me,” he yelled.

I felt the tension rise in me. I was all upset too, now, and glared at my partner, thinking, “Where did that come from?  What are you doing, yelling at him?!”

My son burst into tears.

My partner shouted again, “You can’t DO that!”

I stepped in to try and stop the shouting, saying in as calm a voice as I could muster, “It’s okay. I’ll make sure he doesn’t do it again, you go back and do the cooking.”

“I’m not going to do it again,” my son sobbed.

My partner went back to the cooking.

I listened to my son cry, every now and again saying, “I’m so sorry he shouted at you. He didn’t want to, it just popped out of him. It’s not your fault.”

A few minutes later my partner came back looking sad and disappointed in himself.  He reached out and touched my son’s foot but my son growled loudly at him, “GRRRR!”  My partner walked away looking dejected. But the growling brought a smile to my face and helped me to think a little better.

Recently our son’s been playing lots of games about being scared, so I said playfully, “Oooh! Look! I think he’s scared of you.”

Luckily my partner was quick to catch on and made a scared-looking face. My son growled again. This time my partner went and hid behind an armchair and our son got up and chased after him growling, “Grrrr! Grrrr! Grrrr!” There was more chasing and growling and after a little while our son was jumping on his Dad’s back and a play fight broke out. They rolled around on the floor with some laughter and giggles.

It felt so good to have helped turn this pretty ugly situation into one of closeness and laughter for all of us.

Today at preschool our son made a special “shouting box” out of cardboard and sticky tape. When his Dad came home from work he gently said, “If you are going to shout could you tell me first and I’ll go and get the box and you can shout into that instead.”  I thought his was wonderful! He was confident and thinking well enough to do something to try and help his Dad to stop shouting.

- a mum in New South Wales, Australia

Helping a Child Say Good-bye to her Mom

(C) Horton Group 2006

I had been playing with a mother and her 4-year old daughter at a PlayMorning. We were having a good time together. The mother wanted to do a short listening exchange with another parent, out of sight of her daughter, but in the same building. The daughter did not like this idea and cried for her mommy not to leave her.

Her mom told me that her daughter often had a hard time with goodbyes. We decided to have her mother delay leaving, so she could stay and listen to her daughter. We did listen. I stayed close, to build the connection that comes through listening well to someone. The daughter sat in her mother’s lap, and her mother did a beautiful job of alternating between letting her know she loved her and saying that soon she was going to go to the next room for a few minutes.

I stayed close and gave them both my attention. After about 10 minutes of crying, the daughter was able to allow her mother to put her in my lap. The moment of separation had come, and she was going to be brave and let her mother go. I could see that she still wasn’t really happy. So again, rather than having her mom go away quickly, I suggested that we practice her departure. Both liked the idea. The mom walked away just a few feet, turned and smiled at her daughter.

The daughter and I held hands and we took two little steps further away from mom, stopped, and counted to five on our fingers. Two more steps, count to five again, and, once again, two more steps, count to five. I asked her how she was feeling. She said, “Fine” and then said her mom could go now. The mom left, and the daughter and I played together. She chased me and then had a great time throwing little pillows at me. She had played cautiously around the edges of the room earlier in the morning. When the mom finished her listening time and returned, her daughter was right in the middle of things, happy, engaged and carefree.

At the end of the PlayMorning, the daughter began to cry because she did not want the PlayMorning to end. The mother listened to her daughter once again, and reassured her that they would come back another time. Her sadness cleared much more quickly than before, and we had a sweet good bye. It was great to listen to her share her concerns about her mother leaving for a short time, see that she felt safe enough with me and the others there to play hard and have fun, and then see that she felt so close to her mother and to the people she’d been playing with that she didn’t want to stop.

— a mother in Berkeley, CA

Helping a 5-year-old Sleep on Her Own

My habit had been to lay down with my five year old daughter at bedtime until she was asleep, which often took half an hour or more.  She would fall asleep fairly easily when others put her to bed, reading books with the light on until she fell asleep.  I was ready to make a shift in this pattern, but didn’t want to use that approach.

She and I share a room and I told her that I would lay next to her for a few minutes and then go over to my own bed to sleep there.  I had a cold at the time and wanted to get to bed early, so this felt right to me.  As I started to get up out of her bed, she protested.  In the past I would have been focused on moving myself farther away in spite of her protests.  Instead I moved in closer and just said, “You really don’t want me to go.”  I touched the side of her face.  She began crying.  These were big fat tears rolling down her face that Patty said come with releasing grief.

She sat next to me and said that she didn’t want me to go because she might feel lonely, that she would feel all alone, that she didn’t want to feel lonely.  I said, “You don’t want to feel lonely,” and she said, “No, I want someone to be with me, that’s what I want.”  She said this very strongly several times.  She cried and cried for about 10 or 15 minutes.  Toward the end she said, “And I might not have anyone to play with” and cried very hard again.

She had just started kindergarten a month earlier and had told me before that sometimes at recess she would look around and not see anyone to play with.  She then was snuggling in my lap and looking very sleepy.  After this she said, “Mommy, can you lay one more minute next to me?” and I said yes.  I laid down for only a minute and gave her a hug as I told her I was getting up.  She very sweetly looked up at me and said okay.  She was very peaceful as I left, and didn’t ask for her night light.  I went over to my bed and I could hear that she was asleep within minutes.

The next night as I explained that I would again go to my bed, she began protesting vehemently.  She asked to sleep in my bed, and I explained that tonight we were going to keep working on having her sleep in her own bed and mommy sleep in her own bed.  As I got up to leave her bed, she was clinging to my leg and then she ran over to my bed.  I said, “Tonight you need to sleep in your own bed.”  I was able to keep my voice sweet, calm and matter of fact.  After several minutes of her going back and forth around the room, she became angry at me.

I approached her and said, “You need to come back to your own bed.”  She began to hit me and kick me to keep me away.  I moved in close and gently held her arms.  She was crying hard and raging at me.  I maneuvered one of my legs to keep her legs from hitting me and gently but firmly held her arms.  She was crying very hard and perspiring.  I remained calm and said, “I am here with you, I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.”  She looked at me with absolute terror in her eyes and screeched, “I might die! I might die!”  I said “I’m not going to let you die.”

At various points she was pulling my hair very hard and I would need to release her fingers from it.  At one point she said, “Don’t hold my wrist, you’re hurting my bee sting, my wrist hurts, you’re hurting the bee sting on my wrist!”  I wasn’t actually holding her wrist, but was holding loosely farther up on her arm and she has never had a bee sting on her wrist.  She’s had one bee sting last summer and it was on her hip.

Then I remembered that when she was one day old she had blood drawn from the vein on the top of her hand.  We had needed to take her into the hospital to have the routine blood test for newborns since that wasn’t something they could do at the birth center where she was born.  The technician was very inexperienced and she got poked many times while he tried to get the needle into her wrist.  As he did this she was screaming and I was distraught myself.  We’d had a difficult time getting breast feeding to work and I had been feeling I was failing her.  In this state of overwhelm I had asked her father to hold her during the procedure while I was right next to them.  These memories flashed through my mind as I was with her.  As she cried and raged and tried to kick me and pull my hair I just said in a very calm, very sure voice, “I am right here with you, I am watching you every minute, I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.”

After about 20 minutes she became very calm and climbed into my lap to be cuddled.  We went over to her bed and she again asked if I would lay down next to her for one more minute.  When I got up to go I gave her a big hug and she said, “I love you mommy.” and went peacefully to sleep.

- a Parenting by Connection Mom

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Listening Helps my Daughter


Photo (C) Bev Lloyd-Roberts 2009

Yesterday my two-year-old daughter and I were shopping when we heard another mother threatening and speaking quite meanly to her child. (Poor woman was on the verge of losing it and I have been there myself!)

I moved us away and we went about our day, but my daughter grew increasingly clingy and teary throughout the busy day. At bedtime, she was rolling around, unable to settle, so I held her firmly and said, “I will keep you safe.”

She started to cry on and off, and I tried to remember if anything had happened that might have upset her. I remembered the mother in the store and said, “Oh, that was so scary, wasn’t it, when the mommy was mad at her son?” And my daughter started to cry heartily and deeply, crying, “Mommy, mommy, mommy.” After a really long cry (nearly an hour), she settled in for a good sleep, and woke up very cheerful and excited about preschool this morning.  A success!

- a Parenting by Connection mom in Ithaca, NY

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Wanting Mama

Last night after dinner, my wife and daughter (2 1/2) and I were playing on the couch.  I was intermittently physically preventing my daughter from getting to her mama. She would laugh and laugh — I would grab her, and then let her go, and then grab her again, and then “fight” with her mom over who should get to hold her. She continued laughing, and then moved from one couch to the other.

At that point, I moved between the two couches, declaring (highly ridiculously) “I am the best mama preventer around — you will never get to her!” My daughter ran right around me, and got straight to her mother. Then I asked her to push me over to get to her mom. She loved that even more, and I experimented with differing levels of resistance, trying to notice what level of fight from me allowed her to laugh the most. Her feelings (light fears — manifested by her laughter) just kept bubbling up. We did this for about 15 to 20 minutes, and then she wanted to put her babies to sleep. Great fun!

The interesting thing to me, though, is that 20 minutes later, when it was time for bed, my daughter asked to go night night with me, rather than with her mother. I can’t emphasize enough how huge this is. She has a strong mama “preference” and almost never chooses to be with me rather than with her mother. It seems obvious to me that because of the playlistening that we did with her earlier in the evening, my daughter worked through some of her feelings, and then was able to notice the truth of the matter: she wants me as much as she wants her mama.

This would NOT have been possible without my own time with a listening partner, and without the work of Hand in Hand, particularly of Lawrence Cohen (author of Playful Parenting) and Patty Wipfler and the other good folks who make this group work. Kudos!

- Keith Danner, a Parenting by Connection dad in Irvine, CA