Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Self Esteem vs. Self Worth

We hear so much about self-esteem these days -- but what does the word self-esteem really mean?

If you look up the word "esteem" in older dictionaries, the definition usually reads, "to highly regard or treasure something or someone" and to hold them up as worthy of honor.  If we teach children to have a lot of self-esteem, they will highly regard, treasure and focus on themselves and may become an obnoxious person ... reminding others of all their accomplishments, good traits, intelligence, etc. Why not teach them to regard others highly?

Today's dictionary says the word "esteem" means to "treasure, respect, honor and/or revere." Whether you take the old definition or the new, our children are still getting the same message.  They are hearing how important it is to honor themselves, favor themselves and boast of their talents and abilities. This teaches our children they don't have to earn respect ... they automatically deserve it!  Perhaps another hyphenated word should replace the preaching of self-esteem.

The word "self-worth" is a perfectly good word and means something entirely different than self-esteem.  Self worth is something we all need to cultivate -- it helps us avoid being pitiful people that put ourselves down all the time, feel sorry for ourselves, make excuses for our failures and expect special favors. Self-worth helps us acknowledge that everyone, including all ages, stages, nationalities, abilities, intelligence and more has worth in God's eyes -- because He created us. We are gifted in different ways, and everyone has something to share with the world.

It doesn't have to be a star talent - it can simply be a pleasant smile of encouragement. For instance, next time you eat out, compliment your hostess or server on what they do well. Observe the clean-up crew working hard to wipe tables, clean up spills and prepare a used table for the next guests who are waiting. Give them a thumbs up and a smile or a "good job" comment.  Your children are listening, and it will be a good lesson for them.  You are showing, by example, that everyone has self-worth and is important, if it's sweeping floors, greeting shoppers with a smile, cleaning dirty windows or running a small business.  Every job is truly as important as any other job, and if they are left undone, we notice right away.

On the other hand, teaching self-esteem can actually produce in them the desire for special attention, honor, favoritism and more.  It can produce an inward focus instead of an outward focus, and children who are constantly the center of attention often become obnoxious. We've all seen children in the store with parents or grandparents, and it's obvious who's in control. They don't just ask for something, they demand it!  If the parents don't comply, they pitch fits, strike bargains, make deals and sometimes physically abuse a parent with a slap or kick in order to get what they want.

Where did the line go?  You know, the one we as children were taught not to cross with the adults in our lives?  Sadly, the line has often been ignored, smudged, or totally erased by many parents.  In a desire to be their child's best friend, parents too often pacify or placate the children.  Who wins, in the long run?  Neither parent nor child.  There is simply an ongoing dance through life placating the child's desire to be in control.

Why don't we try a more healthy approach to help children learn confidence, leadership skills and even how to serve others, which is a good thing.  Instead of self-esteem, we choose to teach our children self-worth.  Every person - rich or poor, sick or healthy, famous or unknown, has intrinsic value or worth simply because they are a human being and part of our society.  Every individual has thoughts, needs, desires, hopes and dreams.  They want to feel included, helpful and appreciated.

Let's cultivate self-worth in our children instead of preaching self-esteem.  Those who are trying to help children develop their talents and abilities and to show kindness to others are actually teaching self-worth.  They just haven't heard the word used enough to realize it.  Let's take it to heart and remember this: We parents and grandparents, (along with and our children and grandchildren) have at least one ability or gift we can share with the world.  This gives us a healthy view of self, or reminds us we have self-worth. What is your gift?  More on that later!

Sunday, July 12, 2015

A Sincere Apology

Dear Reader ...  

A website I wrote for was bought out and eventually shut down.  As a result, the links to that site no longer show up on my blog.  Until I can download them all from my own personal computer,  feel free to scroll through my 150+ posts that are here.  I believe you'll find some encouragement, laughter and common sense to help you through the parenting stage you are currently in.  

Nan

Friday, May 9, 2014

A tribute to Mom - 2014


Thinking about Mom tonight, and some reasons she is so special to her family ...

Mom has never been very tall, but to us, she stands head & shoulders above other moms.  That's because of what she means to us and what she meant to our precious Daddy during their 47 years of marriage.  There are several things about our mother we'd like to share ...

Mom has always served others.   
When she was just a young girl, Mom was expected to make wise decisions when alone with her older sister, who was disabled.  She also had to keep an eye on two feisty little brothers while her parents worked in the fields.   During those years, there was very little time for Mom to be a child or to play much.  She learned early to cook, clean and nurse others, including her own mother who sometimes spent weeks in bed due to Bright's disease, a serious kidney disease.  Through the years, she has served in other ways -- working as a college cook, sewing for the public, setting up and managing bookstores, teaching classes and opening our home to missionaries, evangelists and others who visited our family.

Mom has always been creative. 
As a child, she liked to draw and would often sit up late at night to doodle or sketch by lamplight.   She was also creative in clothing her five daughters.  Mom see a dress in a store window or a magazine and then sketch on newspaper what she'd seen in order to make a pattern.  Once she chose the fabric, she'd stitch up a lovely outfit for one of us girls, always adding a little something to make it unique. 

She was creative in many other ways, too, and made our home neat and attractive on a very slim budget.  I remember the pretty curtains, drapes, bedspreads and tablecloths she made, along with her knack for upholstering furniture.  She also painted, wallpapered and worked hard to make our house look cozy and pretty.  Mom also was creative with words -- penning  lots of poems and writing helpful articles. One of her writings on bereavement was published and is still being distributed.

Mom has always loved to garden. 
Her parents saw her active interest in growing things and designated a 12 x 12 plot on the family farm for her use.  Our mother laid out a well-kept garden of flowers and plants that thrived, and once the gardening bug bit Mom, she was hooked for life.  When we were kids, our yard was a colorful canvas of  tiger lilies, roses, dahlias, princess feathers, petunias, cannas, and more.  Out back there was a vegetable garden that put lots of fresh food on the table in summer and canned and frozen foods for winter. 

Mom has always loved to learn. 
To her, school was a wonderful challenge and a break from responsibilities at home.  She learned quickly and developed a beautiful handwriting that was often complimented.  Mom had to drop out of school before graduation to help with the house and farm due to her mother's sick spells.  She and Daddy loved learning what we children learned at school and kept up with news and current events.  Mom regretted not finishing, so at the age of 50, she studied for and received her GED, then went on to graduate college at the age of 55. 

Mom has always been a lady through and through. 
In her growing up years, women were taught to be modest and ladylike.  Oh, that didn't meant she couldn't wear dungarees or slide into home base when she played ball with her brothers!  Nor did it mean she couldn't fish or hunt or shoot well ... or pitch a mean game of  horseshoes.  Yes, Mom was quite competitive, and when she and Daddy were a young couple, Mom outdid several of the men target practicing at a family reunion when she shot the head off a matchstick.  ;-) 

But she was a lady, too.  Daddy treated Mom so tenderly and always had his arm around her waist or shoulder when they stood together.  He also complimented her often, and we kids knew that before he came home from work each evening, she would powder her nose and put on fresh lipstick.  What fun it was to see him literally sweep her off her feet while she squeal and said, "Honey!"

Mom has been - and still is - a woman of faith. 
She loves the Lord and knows that without Him, we have no hope or help in time of need.  She and Daddy taught us Bible verses and that it was important to put our trust in God.  During our growing up years, we always knelt around the old couch and had prayers before bedtime.  As a resident here, Mom continues to reach out to others who are lonely or upset and has tried to encourage them and pray for them. 

Our Mom is one of a kind.  She loved us, taught us, nursed us when we were ill, corrected us when we misbehaved and taught us to be respectful.  She also taught us to work hard and be honest, to love our siblings and try not to argue with them.  :-)  Our Mom will always be Mother of the Year to her six children.  Love you bunches, Mom!

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

What goes around comes around ...

Our son with his sons, Jason Cody (4) and John Phillip (7 months).



I'm thinking of our older son tonight and chuckling about our last phone chat.  We were discussing his younger son's new efforts to crawl -- hitch up on hands and knees, move one knee forward, etc. and try to get where he's going.  But he hasn't quite got the hang of it yet.

Big brother Jason Cody is a good helper and  keeps an eye on little John-Phillip when he's up and around.  Just like our daughter did with her baby brother thirty years ago.

So I did a bit of reminiscing ...

 ... and told Jason about his escapades as a child.  Especially the part about not sleeping more than two or three hours straight for the first 15 months of his life!  Seriously.  But, I told him, "you were pleasant when you woke up, and when you called out in that sweet little voice, "Aaaah?," I jumped out of bed to go to him.  I certainly didn't want his babbling to wake his older sister... or his Dad, who had to get up and go to work early.

Many nights I pulled out a box of toys for Jason to play with while I rested on the couch beside him.  We were content there, just he and me (or is it he and I?) in the quiet of the night.  Nobody disturbed his 45 minutes or so of one-on-one time with Mom, and he was a pleasant baby.  Maybe someone reading this right now is thinking, "You shouldn't have rewarded him with play time - you should have put him back to bed."
  
That's easy to say and much harder to accomplish.

If I had put him back to bed in the tiny room he shared with Melissa, I would soon have *two* children awake and in the living room -- a midnight play date, so to speak.  And now, it turns out, my son has a son just like him.  ;-)  And we love our grandson dearly!

John-Phillip is a cheerful little tyke with a smile that goes straight to your heart. He reminds me a lot of his Daddy at that age -- busy, bright-eyed and a bundle of energy.  How could anyone resist spending time with this baby, no matter the hour of day or night? 

Before we hung up, Jason shared that his wife had a dream about John-Phillip walking into their room one night. "I told her that I think the crawl stage is to fake us out and he's already exploring the house while we sleep." 

Ahhh. what goes around comes around, son.  Your son is carrying on your "night owl" habits!


Thursday, March 27, 2014

Parenting with your child's heart in mind

We went out to supper recently and were blessed to have a wonderful server.  Malia was 21, working her way through college and had a personality as bright as her smile.  Each time she stopped by to check on us, we admired her poise, her friendly manner and the way she took her job seriously.

What a surprise to learn she'd never before worked as a server and was only six months into her job!  As we chatted, Malia told us more about herself, her home life and how her Mom raised her as a single parent.

About the time our food arrived, a young couple with a child about 18 months was seated at the next table over. During our meal that evening, I was pleasantly surprised by that tiny little girl's behavior.  She did exceptionally well and made very little noise compared to what you might expect from a tiny tot.  In fact, she was so subdued and well-behaved that I whispered to hubby, "They must be good parents to have trained her so well."

Turns out, that wasn't the case ...

A bit later, when Malia brought their food to them, she was assisted by a young man who carried a second tray of food.  They were placing food on the table when we heard the little girl's father grumble about something and then finish off loudly, "How stupid can you be!?"  

The berating voice continued, and the volume increased. What must it be like to live with a husband/father like that?  Folks all around us began to turn around and see what was going on.  The young man who had been helping serve food was red-faced and humiliated, but Malia was calm, pleasant and unruffled.  Though quite young and new to the job, she stood there and handled the situation without getting ruffled.

We overheard (as I'm sure other diners did), that the man was upset because the assistant placed a plate on the table too close to their toddler.  Whatever happened, his reaction was rude and definitely "overkill."  Our hearts went out to that young server as he dropped his head and went back to the kitchen.  Malia continued to stand calmly and apologize, then walked away to check on other customers she was serving.  

Each time she passed by that area, the man spoke up again.  His complaint was that something "Wasn't even cooked right and is the worst I've ever eaten!"  Malia offered to start fresh and change their orders, but he refused, using some choice words along the way.  Again, Malia was calm.  It reminded me of how she'd earlier bragged on her Mom for raising her alone and what a good Mom she was during some tough times.  She certainly instilled in her daughter a calm, sweet spirit.

On the other hand, the little girl at that table was extremely quiet and subdued during this escapade.  I no longer mistook it for calm behavior -- she had probably learned at home to avoid her father's temper, and my heart went out to her.  Sadly, before the evening was over, the mother also joined in and began talking rudely to Malia saying, "I don't even like this chicken, and I'm not going to pay for something that wasn't done right."

That's when it hit me ...

Our son had told us when he worked in a restaurant about something similar.  Seems some folks come in with an agenda: They will eat what they want but complain about it at the same time to the server.  If they continue to complain, the restaurant has a policy -- if you aren't pleased, you don't have to pay.  And you guessed it -- it's a scam and a pitiful thing when people go out to eat with complaining in mind.  They've learned how to eat out free -- find something wrong with the meal.
Some even go as far as to put a hair in their food and act shocked when they "find it."

I don't know if that young couple came out to supper with a bad attitude to get a free meal or not.  Either way, it was a rude display of emotion in public and was unnecessary ... and a bad example for a little child to follow.  I left the restaurant with a broken heart for that child and felt angry toward her parents.  The Lord calmed me down and reminded me to pray for them, instead.

A bright ending ...

Thankfully, our evening ended on a good note.  We got to enjoy Malia's sweet service and smile a couple more times after the big "blow-up."  We took the opportunity to tell her she was an amazing young lady and a great server.  My hubby also sought out the restaurant manager and put in a good word for how Malia handled the situation.

What did we learn that evening?  Two girls - one a toddler, raised in an obviously unstable home with two parents who are most likely full of anger and complaints.  The other, a precious young lady named Malia, raised in a loving, stable atmosphere with only one parent that taught her to look on the bright side and to be pleasant and polite, no matter what. 

Parenting by heart (with your child's heart in mind) makes all the difference!

Photo above is not the little girl mentioned in the article.