Aceasta este o poveste de dragoste. Una din acele poveşti de dragoste dădătoare de speranţă că dragostea nu este doar o dereglare hormonală a tinereţii. E o poveste
adevărată. Continue Reading
Fotograful
Ieri parcurgeam un set de poze. Eram acolo, făceam fotografii de monumente, lui Gabriel, Gabriel zâmbind, Gabriel obosit, apusuri, kilometraje, motocicleta. Si totuși nu eram acolo. În cele mai multe poze lipseam.
Deodată mi-a trecut prin minte ce mi-aș dori sa fac dacă timpul meu n-ar fi atât de inghesuit de multele mele proiecte, de viata aglomerată. Mi-ar plăcea să colind aeroporturile, zonele turistice, promenadele… și să fotografiez străini. Cu aparatul lor. Să fiu acolo și să mă ofer, ca un străin binevoitor și gentil, să fac o poza celor care fac cu rândul la camera de fotografiat.Continue Reading
Orgoliu si Mindrie
O cunoscuta, cu care fumam, tot Berbec si tot latina (din Quebec, francofona) si-a dat demisia pt ca nu i s-a facut pe plac in niste maruntisuri cu zilele libere. Era la citeva luni de 5 ani cu compania si urma sa i se mareasca vacanta etc. Imi este cunoscuta atitudineaContinue Reading
Happy Birthday To Me!
Mi s-a intimplat de citeva ori sa-mi uit ziua de nastere. Mi-a facut placere sa uit de asta. Prieteni sau rude, prin email sau telefon, mi-au amintit de ea. Mi-a facut placere si asta dar, ocupat, intotdeauna ocupat, nu m-am oprit sa cuget la semnificatii – 30, 35, 40…Continue Reading
DEATH in LIFE and LOVE
It is a common occurrence nowadays to push Death, in any shape or form, to the fringes of our lives. We hide it, we ignore it. All children stories are stripped of any kind of death. In Little Red Ridding Hood, even the wolf survives and gets a life-lesson.Continue Reading
What is love
Don’t worry, I won’t continue, like Haddaway, with “Baby, don’t hurt me”, mostly because it is too late for this.
What is love TO ME? This is the only question I can answer. There use to be a time when I believed that love is the same thing for anyone, that feeling that you sink and soar at the same time, that you get lost and yet you just found yourself and your purpose in life. Now, after much observation, Continue Reading
I Could Have Been
I could have been a good writer. Indeed, in my early years… and often now… and in between, I have been much more dramatic than I liked to be. If things are good and stable in my personal life, I manage to put some distance and then write that more relaxed literature I like to read. Continue Reading
Left Behind
Maybe I mentioned it before, but it’s worth mentioning again (repetition is the learning’s mother). When I was 20-21, I said something to my mother. She looked at me with disgust mixed with a lot of pity and said “Andi! You are the eternal teenager. You’ll never grow up”. I smiled, despite her expression, and thanked her. “No, Andi, it’s not a good thing”.Continue Reading
Again, about happiness
It took me a long while of failed experiments to figure out what would make me happy. You need to know what you are searching for, if you are to find it, isn’t it?! In most of those failed experiments money was involved. I had desires, Continue Reading
Ideal Model of Parenting and How I Failed It
Contrary to what some might think, based on my previous posting, I am not a perfect parent. If you would ask me in a moment in which I can face myself and my failures, I would say I wasn’t even a good parent. Yet it is my belief that although we cannot fulfill always, or completely, an ideal model it’s not a reason to not strive for that model.
Right after the posting about parenting, a friend of mine pointed on FB this article (http://on.wsj.com/wpkb7J). I found it to be a more articulated version of my beliefs, something that bypasses my harshness (which was not intended). I cannot brag that I followed this “French” (idealized, I am sure) version of parenting. Due to pressure from job, I was aloof for a long time while my son was growing. I tried to impose some rules, create that framework the article talks about, but sometimes, when the framework was rejected by my son and upset him, I felt guilty, gave him speeches (in an absurd attempt to have him accept them of free will). Sometimes I got angry and yelled at him. Then, because I felt horrible inside (although my mind was telling me I am right scolding him), I gave him – like a bad referee – “compensation strikes”, trying to appease my conscience but confusing him (Now Dad scolds me, after 2h he takes me out for an ice-cream? WTF?!) I have a lot of moments when I failed in reference of this model described in the article. But it doesn’t matter so much because every time I fail, I shake all the dust and try to get back in the saddle. I explain to myself and, often, to my son, where I failed, I give a short explanation and an apology when it’s required and then I try to get back with the program.
The article describes everything I was trying to point out (in a harsh way I was told) in my previous article. Here are some of my comments based on the main ideas (no real order).
- Framework. I love the idea of autonomy within a liberal range. It is very similar with adult life: after all nobody tells us what car to drive, what job to choose but at the same time we can’t kill, we need to obey laws and rules, most of them set up for our own good (think about traffic rules). Inside this common-sense framework, children can and should have lots of autonomy.
- Stern voice and behavior. From my observations, most of the children, even the ones who seem uncontrollable, react very well and obedient to a stern voice asking something politely but without hesitation. On the other hand, I saw parents saying repeatedly “no, no, no” in an eternally patient voice and I think that children feel this lack of will and as such they don’t stop because they interpret it as a vague indication, not as a rule.
- Teach them patience and their place in family, society. Far from me exalting the harsh rules of the 50s education but, in my view, adults should not interrupt constantly an adult conversation to pay attention to all the silly things a child needs to communicate. Instant gratification creates the need of instant gratification; too much attention creates a dependency on constant attention.
- Not feeling guilty over imposition of these boundaries that create the framework. If we do it right, we are not harming them (even if they will shed some tears, or have a tantrum, they will not remain scarred for life), we don’t (should not) impose random rules but ones created out of love for them and stemming from the desire of them growing well-adjusted, well-integrated members of society. We can explain them why there is a need for these rules but the desire for them to suddenly see the light and understand is a very unrealistic one. In the end, as unfair it seems “because I said so”, is how most probably the conversations will end (not because we don’t have a clear and solid reason why we impose a rule, but because the children still want to do what they want to do and are not ready to accept that explanation)
- Adult time for us, time alone for them. We have our needs and problems. While parents, we are human and they, unfortunately, can’t really understand the pressure and the responsibilities we are facing. We are not appendixes of our children and we need a little bit (just a little) of time for our problems, for our conversations, for our well-being and this doesn’t mean that we abandon or ignore them. Both extremes are harmful (in my concept) – self-centered adults attending too much to their needs and desires, on one hand; adults turned into simple slaves of their children desires on the other.
I will say it again – there is need for balance in everything. We can improve parenting but not by throwing the common-sense out of the window. Our mission (my mission at least as I see it) is to raise a child who is comfortable in society, who can take on responsibilities as they come without thinking that they are unfair, who I know will be able to live a good life well after I am gone.