Parents Reflect on the Things They Did Right With Their Children
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Many months ago, I wrote a column about the fantasy that we parents entertain — to have a second chance at raising our children. I polled nearly 100 acquaintances and asked them what they would do differently with their children if they were given another chance. The column was entertaining and received a huge response from readers.
This week, I wanted to know what it is that we feel we have done right — that is, what we would do again if we had the chance to do it over.
“Why is it so easy to think of all the things I would do differently, and so difficult to think of anything I’ve done right?” one friend responded. Another wrote, “I’m sure I can think of something I did right.”
The following is a sampling of the responses. The first seven were mentioned, in one form or another, by several people. The rest address children’s issues from youngest to oldest.
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We eat dinner together as a family as much as possible.
We have weekly family night. Each week, one member of the family chooses the activity. It has to be something everyone can participate in, and nothing that anyone absolutely hates.
We traveled with our kids early on. They are great travelers and sleep well in new beds. They have a wonderful sense of adventure, and are curious and interested in different places and cultures.
We spend quality time with each child on his or her own. We take one for a slice of pizza, and another for dessert. We’ll take one to a ball game. When your child sees you make the individual effort, it goes a long way.
The best decision we made was to have another child. You never regret having too many children — only too few.
At least once a year, we travel without our children. It’s good for our marriage, and the children know that the world doesn’t fall apart when we’re gone. When we are away, they also get to spend great quality time with their grandparents, and they also learn to rely on each other.
We put our children in the same bedroom. There’s never an issue of fairness, and they’re good friends. They talk before bed, and they don’t feel any favoritism.
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At 11 months, I threw away the bottles.
We weaned our children from the pacifier before one year passed.
When we have a family dinner, we excuse the youngest child or two after they’re done eating, and continue our meal and conversation with the older children.
I hand my children cut fruit and vegetables while they are watching television.
I never make children’s food for dinner: We all eat the same food and my children are good eaters.
We never let our children sit in our seats at the dinner table.
We often take our children out to restaurants, and now they are comfortable in those settings.
I always try to tell my children what they can do — not what they can’t do. Instead of “Don’t throw the sand,” I say, “Here’s what you can do with the sand.”
I’ve always insisted that my children be polite and respond when someone addresses them.
We insist our children use a respectful tone of voice when they speak to us. We’ll call them on this issue 100% of the time.
I let my children fight it out without getting in the middle of their fights when they were younger. They fought for years, and now they’re best friends.
Take lots of photos and put them into albums for each child. This can be a gift for them later on in their lives.
We gave our children a lot of freedom when they were very young. They took the bus by themselves. They went to the grocery store around the corner if we ran out of milk. They took my youngest son to the bus stop.
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I always try to give my children five positive comments to one negative.
I try to comment when my children are doing something right, as opposed to always commenting when they are doing something wrong. “Thanks for doing that neatly” has become natural.
I’m glad I always told our children that our family was a team, and that they were all team players.
When one of the children gets to go somewhere special (a book fair, a museum, etc.) by himself, we always insist she or he bring something back for the siblings. Even if it’s something small, such as a sticker, pencil, candy, or card, it really has helped foster love between them.
I never interfere with my children’s conflicts with their friends. Instead, I let them suffer through the pain of learning to communicate directly, however difficult a task.
Our policy is no “screen” time during the week (school nights), but solid chunks of screen time (television, computers, and video games) on weekends.
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We TiVo shows, such as “American Idol,” that my daughter wants to watch at night, and let her watch them in the morning before school. She used to have trouble getting up on time — not anymore.
I bought a concert series to Carnegie Hall for my oldest son and myself. It’s four times a year. We always go to a nice restaurant for dinner before the concert. He always moans that he has too much homework. But we manage to go and he loves the time together.
We gave our daughter a clothing budget when she became interested in clothes. We worked out what she needed and wanted, and estimated a reasonable amount it would cost. That amount was given to her in a lump sum, giving her control over her clothing purchases, and minimizing fights over value and taste.
During a teenage phase of testing the waters with grades and attitude, I took my son to TriBeCa for the afternoon to have his guitar fixed. We went to a local bakery for some great bread, and just walked around without mentioning a word about the issues that we had discussed repeatedly. It was a mental health break for both of us.
When things got tricky with our children, we worked together with other professionals as a team to help figure out what was best for them.
When my daughter was 13, she got so chunky. But I didn’t say anything. A year or two later, when she wanted to lose the weight, she did.
The nanny left when my oldest was a teenager, and now my children look out for and after each other.
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