Natrel Baboo Toddler Milk Awakens my Inner Lactivist

I write about breastfeeding much less than I used to, probably because I’m not doing it anymore myself. Since my son Jacob weaned nearly a year ago, I don’t spend as much time thinking about it as when it was part of my daily reality. This doesn’t mean, however, that I’ve turned in my lactivist card. Occasionally, I still encounter something that makes my inner breastfeeding mama stand up and take notice. This happened to me recently when I was walking through my local grocery store, and I came across a new product on the shelves called Natrel Baboo.

Natrel Baboo is a dairy product that claims to be specifically designed for toddlers aged 12-24 months. It’s supposedly easier for toddlers to digest than cow’s milk. It’s sold in tetra paks and ultra high temperature pasteurized, so while it says that it contains fresh milk and no preservatives, it does not require refrigeration. The idea is that Natrel Baboo will somehow ease the weaning process for a toddler, helping them to transition more easily from breast milk or formula to cow’s milk. Right now it’s 30 cents off at the Thrifty Foods near my house, so … score?

Baboo from Natrel

Like I said, the product caught my eye, so I had to check it out more closely. Specifically, I wanted to see what was in this stuff, anyway. But before I got to the ingredients, I got to the marketing message on the back. This sentence extolling Natrel Baboo’s virtues caught my eye:

It is easy to digest because its milk protein closely matches breast milk.

Do you want to know how to irritate a lactivist? Claim that a product which lists “reconstituted ultrafiltered milk permeate” as the first ingredient closely matches breast milk. That really gets our goat. It’s simply not possible to manufacture something that closely matches breast milk. Formula companies do their very best to try, and I commend their efforts to ensure that babies who aren’t exclusively breastfed are receiving the best possible nutrition. But those same formula companies are excluded from making these sorts of claims under the WHO Code of Marketing of Breast-milk Substitutes. Natrel Baboo can get away with it, because it is intended for toddlers, who are not covered under the code.

A milk product I saw at the grocery store

There’s something else on the label that really raised my lactivist hackles, and it was this:

Important notice: Breastfeeding is the best method of feeding infants in the first six months of life and is recommended for as long as possible during infancy.

(The italics are mine.)

Natrel Baboo is sold here in Canada, but its makers seem to be unaware that the Canadian Pediatric society recommends that breastfeeding continue up to age two and beyond. That statement clearly implies that at some point during infancy breastfeeding is just going to become impossible. Or, failing that, it suggests that breastfeeding should not continue outside of infancy. I believe that it’s up to every mother and child to set their own breastfeeding schedule. This is not some sort of contest to see who can go on the longest. But many nursing pairs happily continue through toddlerhood, and even into the preschool years. That is perfectly fine – in fact, it’s better than fine – although it means fewer customers for Natrel Baboo, so it’s no surprise they’re not lauding the benefits of nursing during the second year of life, let alone the third or fourth.

Still, most toddlers aren’t breastfeeding here in North America. Let’s say, just for the sake of argument, that your toddler is already weaned, or never really got started with breastfeeding in the first place. Does that mean that Natrel Baboo is the superior choice? There’s simply no clear evidence to support that claim. Nutritionists and dieticians who worked with Natrel say it has added benefits over whole cow’s milk, but I read an article quoting at least one independent nutritionist who disagrees. The Canadian Pediatric Society recommends that toddlers who aren’t breastfeeding drink whole cow’s milk or follow-up formula from 12-18 months of age, and whole cow’s milk from 18-24 months of age. All of this seems to suggest that the product is likely unnecessary.

The big difference for Natrel Baboo is the cost – it’s quite a lot more expensive than whole cow’s milk. I’m calling marketing spin. I believe the company is trying to create a need where none exists. Frankly, that ticks my inner lactivist off big time.

Clearly, I’m not a fan of Natrel Baboo, although I do have to admit it comes in a very pretty package. I wonder what you think. Would you buy this for your kids? Why or why not?

Remembering Why

Sometimes in our relationships it’s easy to get caught up in the who did what and the oh woe is me and the gah, stuff all over the floor. This is true whether you’re talking about your partner, your mother, your good friend or your kids. Life is messy. Relationships are messy. If you’re not careful, they can devolve into finger-pointing and raised voices and hiding in the bathroom. But hiding in the bathroom never really works. They always find you.

In the middle of the crunchy, creaky, cranky day-to-day, I lose sight of myself. I forget. But then those moments come that remind me. Little flashes of truth and memory flit across my consciousness, until I almost can’t remember how very wronged I am. I watch my babies sleeping, or share an inside joke, or see that look in someone’s eye that lets me know they remember and care. These little moments are what see me through, and stop my words in throat before they come spilling out of my mouth into a big puddle of anger and blame.

Those moments make me swallow it all. It doesn’t taste good, but it makes me feel better. It’s kind of like taking medicine, I think. Sometimes you just have to choke it down.

Real life, right now

Looking around my family room right now, I see the ghosts of my days moving around in front of me. Water paints, dropped on the floor. Dirt on the carpet beside the back door. Flip flops, flung from little girl feet. A hard hat, worn by a very serious three-year-old “builder man”. It’s easy to feel annoyed, as I survey the remnants left behind. But when I remember the moments, I see exuberance and joy and play and life. Messy, messy, imperfect, beautiful life. There is just so much of it in this place that it explodes across the whole house, leaving debris in its wake. Reminders of the fullness that can wear me down, and build me right back up again.

Sometimes, when we can’t take it anymore, my husband and I get down on the floor and clean together, sorting Potato Head bits and puzzle pieces and dress-up clothes. Sometimes we both become frustrated until we’re shooting each other looks, wordless accusations flung across the room: look what your children did. But then a joke is made, the floor is clean, and we both remember why. Why we chose each other, why we love these kids, why our life is beautiful even in its messiness.

Maybe one day, I will find order in the chaos. Maybe one day, my children will learn to put all of their stuff away and I will become better about enforcing tidy-up times. Maybe one day the mess won’t grate on me like it does now. Until then, I do my best to remember the why behind the crunchy, creaky, cranky day-to-day. It’s always right there, waiting to remind me.

My Daughter and Body Image

I watch my daughter Hannah. She’s almost seven years old (!!!), and her father is showing her a dance move. It’s from the Charleston, where you put your hands on your knees and cross and uncross them as you move your knees in and out, in and out. I realize this sounds totally unclear, but it’s the motion depicted in this photo.

In spite of the January chill, Hannah is wearing a short skirt and a T-shirt. As she tries to master the finer points of a dance that’s as old as her great grandmother, she gets a look of intense concentration on her face. Watching her legs and hands and knees, I’m struck by her intense thin-ness. Her little baby rolls are long gone, and in their place is this girl who’s all knees and elbows. Her physique right now is like many other seven-year-olds – thin lines and sharp corners, which never really stop moving, not even when she’s asleep. She’s not big, but she packs a lot of energy in her small frame.

Hannah was skinny when she was born, too. Even skinnier than most newborns, in fact, because as a preemie she didn’t have the time to pack on the body fat that full-term babies do. As a wee babe her smallness conveyed fragility. Now it conveys something else entirely. I can see her muscles working as she dances with her father, and in my eyes she is mighty. She owns her power, and fully inhabits her body, stretching it as far as it can go. Maybe that’s why she’s so skinny – all that stretching did it. As she reaches higher, her body draws in on itself like an elastic band.

Hannah takes a self-portrait

Right now, today, Hannah still loves her body. She tells me about her strength and her speed. She talks about how her belly gets bigger after she eats a big meal, and she tells me that she can fit into her brother’s pants because she’s a “skinny mini”. She describes her body’s bigness and smallness without any trace of malice towards her physical self. She sticks out her gut and says, “Look how fat I can make myself!” and laughs. She doesn’t have any self-esteem issues, and she hasn’t yet learned the lesson of female adolescence that says you should only ever make yourself skinnier, never the other way around.

How long can this last? I don’t know, and truthfully, I don’t really want to know. I love the way that Hannah revels in her body, and all that it can do. I love the way that she brags when her weight on the bathroom scale goes up. I love that she can play around with ideas like big and small, fat and thin, tall and short, and never once cast herself in a negative light. I don’t want this to end, but it’s not in my control.

A 1986 study from the University of California found that 80% of fourth grade girls were on a diet. Given our current preoccupation with childhood obesity and the increasing media bombardment not just from TV but from computers and smart phones and tablets, there’s no reason to think this number has changed. We haven’t become much more enlightened and accepting in the past 25 years. I know that it’s only a matter of time before Hannah will come face-to-face with some of the issues around body image and self-esteem that every girl encounters. I will do my best to help her through, but I’m not even really sure how. How do I help my daughter come out with as few scars as possible?

Today, this is all still in the future. Today, I watch my little girl learn to dance from her father. I watch her smile and move her legs in time to music only she can hear. And I send a silent request to God and the Universe and anyone who’s listening that she won’t forget the truth that she knows today: her body is strong, and perfect, and hers. Skinny (or not-so-skinny) legs and all.

How do you talk to your kids about body image? If you have any resources to suggest, I’m all ears!

Podcast: Talking Family Size with Three Moms

How do you know when you’re “done” having kids? It’s a question I’ve been grappling with since about 20 minutes after my son Jacob was born. He was my second, and my husband was quite convinced that with one girl and one boy, our family was complete. I wasn’t. The babylust is strong in me. I know moms who have a very strong feeling that their family is complete, but I’m just not there. There may be many rational reasons to shut down the baby factory, but biology doesn’t always respond to reason, and so the desire to procreate remains.

Strocel.com Podcast Stephanie Precourt Family Size

Stephanie

I decided that a discussion about how moms decide that their families are complete would make for an excellent podcast. I knew that I couldn’t interview just one person, though. The decision is too individual for that. So I decided to speak to a few mothers who are “done” having kids, to get their perspectives. And so, this week in the podcast I’m bringing you interviews with three mothers:

  • Stephanie of Adventures in Babywearing – Stephanie has four children. Her youngest, Ivy, is just one month younger than my son Jacob. While she hasn’t completely shut the door on the possibility of having more kids in the future, for the time being she believes that she’s “done”.
  • Allison the Bibliomama – Like me, Allison has two kids, one boy and one girl. Like me, Allison still feels babylust. But with her younger child about to turn nine, she’s decided that she won’t be fulfilling that urge. Allison’s situation is closest to mine, and so I really wanted to hear her thoughts.
  • Strocel.com Podcast Allison Family Size

    Allison

  • Amanda, a.k.a. pomomama – Amanda has one child, and feels emphatically done. Her husband has had a vasectomy, and any babylust is gone. I remember feeling quite done when my own first child was a toddler with an extremely healthy set of lungs, but things changed for me. They didn’t for Amanda, and she’s enjoying having just one older child.

Before I share the podcast, I’d like to acknowledge something. I know not every family comes about as the result of a heterosexual couple conceiving without assistance. I also know not every pregnancy is planned. Deciding to conceive a child, or deciding not to conceive a child, is no guarantee of any outcome. However, for the purposes of this podcast, I decided to focus on people who were making decisions around family size, knowing that they likely could become pregnant with relative ease if they chose to. Since I’m trying to make a decision based on the assumption that if I wanted to get pregnant I could, it seemed most fair to talk to people in a similar situation.

Strocel.com Podcast Family Size Amanda

Amanda

I had a really good time speaking with Stephanie, Allison and Amanda. It was a fun change for me to include multiple interviews in a single podcast, and I loved gathering all the different perspective. While I didn’t have any startling revelations about my own family size as I spoke with these other moms, it was good to hear how they made their own decisions. If you’ve ever wrestled with the question of whether or not to have another baby, or you just want to hear how other people reached their own conclusions, I think you’ll enjoy this one. Listen here:

Next week on the podcast I’ll be talking to Suzanne Bertani of Green Planet Parties. We’ll be talking about choosing sustainable, safe products, making environmentally-friendly choices, and what inspires her as a small business owner. Suzanne has a really great energy, and I enjoyed speaking with her immensely. Subscribe to the Strocel.com podcast in iTunes, and you won’t miss a minute!

The Other Half of the Story

My son Jacob is nearing the halfway point of his fourth year, which is really just a fancy way of saying that he’s almost three and a half. At this age, he’s making big leaps in terms of expressing himself. His words are getting clearer, his sentences are getting longer and the ideas he’s sharing are more complex. Six months ago he rendered verdicts like, “No like it da fwoot!” Today he’s more likely to say, “Mama, mama-mama-mama-mama, I don’t like it, mama. Because, because, because this fruit is not good. Can I have an apple. Please, mama? I like apples.”

One of the side effects of Jacob’s burgeoning language skills is that I hear a lot of stories. The stories come from all sorts of places – things that happened at school, events that transpired in the other room while I was cleaning the kitchen, things he saw on TV, stuff his father said to him and even dreams he had. He’s like a little reporter, constantly filling me in on the who, what, where and when. He’s a little weak on the why and how, but he’s working on it. He tells me which friend took all the little cars and didn’t share, and which teacher he reported the infraction to. He tells me that he went on an adventure, and that he’s being a dinosaur right now. For the longest time he couldn’t get a word in edgewise past his big sister, but more and more this kid is holding his own.

There’s a thing about stories from almost-three-and-a-half-year-olds, though: they always leave you hanging. You hear about the friend who snatched the cars, and you hear that he told a teacher, but you never hear what happened next. You can go ahead and ask what happened next, but somehow the answer is never quite clear. You may go so far as to provide possible outcomes, like, “Did the teacher help you work it out?” Then your child will nod, and you know full well he would have nodded if you’d asked, “Did the teacher feed your friend to a tiger to serve as a cautionary tale against anyone who would consider snatching a toy in the future?”

Jacob dreams of the day he's big enough
Jacob dreams of the day he’s big enough to take off on his own

Because Jacob is not so good at finishing his stories, I go through my life with all these little unfinished thoughts from my son. He compiles lists of wrongdoings, reports of missing toys, and plot synopses from the Backyardigans. He gives you just enough to make you want more, and then stops cold, and no amount of prodding will reveal the actual outcome. You’re always left wondering exactly how it all worked out, as he stares blankly back. Blink. Blink blink blink. Can I have a cookie?

It’s interesting to gain this view of your child’s inner life. This half-completed story from the little person you spend so much time with. It reminds me that while I am still a very big part of Jacob’s life, with every passing day he’s claiming more and more of his story for himself. I only hear half of it, wondering what exactly he meant, and how it all worked out. Just where did he go on his adventure? Did he like it? Did he think of me? And how many times has he been the toy-snatcher, but not told me?

Because I have an older child, I know that Jacob isn’t going anywhere yet. He’s not even three and a half years old, for crying out loud. I also know that he will get better and better at finishing his stories. One day I will have more details than I could possibly want. Instead of wondering what happened next, I’ll be wondering what he’s telling other people about me when I’m not around, if he’s sharing this tidbit about his friend’s mom with me. So for now I’m enjoying the half stories. And I’m wondering if his teacher really did feed the toy-snatcher to a tiger.

Vitamins, Minerals and Cartoon Characters, Oh My!

I was raised by hippies. As evidence, consider this photo of me and my father:

My dad and me in 1976

If you were to visit my family home 30 or so years ago, you’d see a few telltale signs that hippies lived there: jars of licorice root and dried chamomile flowers for making herbal tea, black market raw milk in the fridge and lots and lots of vitamins. My parents believed that a healthy diet supplemented by vitamins could help ward off disease. It’s certainly true that the vitamins and minerals we consume help to support a healthy immune system, so I can see their point. What this means is that from a very young age I have taken vitamins. Some of my earliest memories involve taking trips to the health food store and coming home with Swiss Natural products, with their blue and yellow label. And so, when I was asked to work as a Swiss Natural Ambassador, I agreed. I have been taking their vitamin and mineral supplements my whole life.

Now I have kids, and I have had to make my own decisions about vitamins. I wouldn’t say that I am as sold on their value as my parents, so I did some research. The Dietitians of Canada say that while they’re not a substitute for a healthy and balanced diet, vitamin and mineral supplements are needed at certain stages of the lifecycle to promote good health. For example, the Canadian Pediatric Society recommends that all breastfeeding infants get at least 400 IU of vitamin D every day. Studies show that 10% or more Canadians don’t get enough calcium or vitamin D, and that there are also a significant minority who don’t get enough vitamin C, vitamin A, B6, folate, B12, iron, zinc and magnesium. And while taking too many supplements is a cause for concern, studies on over-supplementation only found problems in people who used 20-30 times the recommended daily amount.

Running with the gingerbread man
My kids ran as fast as they could, and they caught the gingerbread man. Was it the vitamins?

That information – none of which comes from Swiss Natural, by the way – suggests that our first priority as parents should be ensuring that we offer our kids a variety of healthy foods. But even if we’re doing that, we may still want to offer certain supplements, and at normal doses those supplements are safe. I’m especially concerned about my kids’ vitamin D levels. On top of that, my kids can be very picky. I’m not always confident they’re getting all the nutrients they need. This is why, like a lot of parents, I’ve opted to give my kids a multi-vitamin and mineral supplement to cover my bases. And since I’m not giving them 20-30 a day, I think we’ll be okay.

Swiss Natural Total One Kids Name our Polar Pals ContestMy kids got some Total One Kids Multi Vitamin & Mineral from Swiss Natural to try out, and they like them. They’re now proud members of the Swiss Kids Club. Like pretty much all children’s vitamins, Total One Kids come in exciting shapes – an orca, a penguin and a bear. They also come in three different flavours, and fun colours. Plus, they contain 500 IU of vitamin D, which in the winter in Canada is a pretty good thing. I like that they aren’t masquerading as candy, like gummy vitamins can. I also appreciate that they don’t contain artificial flavours or colours. Have they made my kids noticeably healthier? No. But as I said, I feel like my bases are covered. And I’m willing to overlook the fact that they’ve grouped a polar bear and a penguin together.

Right now, Swiss Natural is running a contest to name their “Polar Pals” – the bear, orca and penguin. Visit their Facebook page for full details. You could win a family fun gaming prize pack worth $1000. Plus, you’d have the satisfaction of having named the Polar Pals well, and no one can put a dollar amount on that.

Now, tell me – do you offer your kids vitamins, and how do you choose which ones to give them? I’d love to hear!

Disclosure: As a Swiss Natural Ambassador, I was paid to write this post.

Tips for Letting go of Parental Guilt

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Guilt: it’s a reality of life for parents. Balancing the task of raising children with caring for your house and nurturing your other relationships and earning money to pay for all those dance classes ranges from “outrageously difficult” to “downright impossible”. Something’s got to give. There’s just no way to do it all perfectly, all the time, and so we don’t. We don’t fall short out of choice, though, so we feel guilty.

I feel guilty about something each and every day. There’s always something I should be doing, or really want to do, but can’t find the time to accomplish. On top of that, as my kids get older they get better at issuing direct complaints on the substandard nature of my parenting. If I forget someone’s hat when I drop them off at school, or prepare something they don’t enjoy for dinner, you can bet I’m hearing all about it. Their little eyes get wide and they look at me and say, “Why mama, why? Why did you do this thing?” Hannah has even gone so far as to draw pictures illustrating my various shortcomings.

The idea that we’re not spending enough time with our kids a hot-button issue in our culture. Mothers, especially, are not supposed to spend any time on ourselves when we could be spending time with our kids. If we work inside the home, we’re ignoring our kids to sit at the computer. If we work outside the home, we get a whole heaping plate full of guilt about that. If we don’t do any kind of paid work, that comes with its own societal judgments, too. There’s no winning at this game.

In spite of the fact that we’re getting constant messages about how we’re failing as parents, we’re actually far more engaged with our kids than any time in recent history. One American study showed, for instance, that mothers with a college education spent an average of 12 hours a week caring for their children in 1995, and an average of 21.2 hours a week in 2007. That’s more than one extra hour every day. The problem is that our expectations have also changed, so no matter how much time we spend with our kids we still feel as if we’re falling short.

In spite of its prevalence, parental guilt doesn’t help anyone. It just leads to anxiety and stress, and anyone can tell you that an anxious parent isn’t much fun to be around. Letting go of the guilt isn’t that easy, though. The desire to raise our children well is programmed into us, and so we’re constantly monitoring our own performance. Even given our predisposition to guilt, I think there are some ways that we can reduce the stress and anxiety.

Amber’s Guilt Reduction Tips

  1. Do something fun with your kids. It doesn’t have to take much time. Even 15 minutes can help you feel re-connected, and restore your sense of calm.
  2. If your kids are old enough, tell them what makes them so fabulous and then ask them what they love about you. Kids can be very effusive, and their expressions of undying love will remind you that you can’t be doing all that bad.
  3. Think back to a typical day when you were a kid. A time when you weren’t going to school, like over summer vacation, is especially good. Remember how many times your parents sent you off to do something that didn’t involve them – then remember how that didn’t scar you for life.
  4. Keep track of all the things you do for other people during one day. Marvel at how very giving you really are.
  5. Read about the benefits of leaving your kids to their own devices.
  6. When your kids start complaining about something that pushes your guilt buttons, remember the times when you were doing something super-fun with your kids and they complained. Like, say, when you went to the waterslides and they decided the water was too splashy. Accept that sometimes kids just complain. It doesn’t mean we’re bad parents.

When you can let go of some of your guilt, it frees up a whole lot of mental space. It may even free up some space in your schedule, because you’re spending less time scrambling to do it all. That space will help you to restore your sense of equilibrium, and give you the room you need to live a life that actually works for you – instead of a life that just makes you feel guilty.

What do you think? Is parental guilt inevitable? How do you reduce your own guilt level? I’d love to hear your thoughts!

My Daughter, Drawing her Art Out

Over two and a half years ago I shared some of my daughter Hannah’s artwork. Sometime right around her fourth birthday some kind of switch turned on and she started to draw. It probably didn’t hurt that we were TV-free at the time, but the blinking box made its way back into our home over a year ago, now, and it hasn’t slowed Hannah’s artistic output one bit. This kid churns out artwork at an amazing rate. And while I am admittedly somewhat biased, being her mother and all, I have to say that she’s pretty good for her age. In fact, she’s probably better than me, and I am five times her age.

Hannah spends a lot of time honing her art. She plays with different techniques and tools. Sometimes she paints, sometimes she uses pencil crayons or markers, often she opts for pastels. Sometimes she goes mixed media. She observes the world around her, and then does her best to capture it on paper. For example, in her drawing of a “Grouchy Fairy” she attempted to replicate the single eyebrow raise that her father does when he’s kind of annoyed. She adds white spots to her work to indicate glints of light, and switches up her techniques for drawing eyes or mouths. Sometimes her people have noses, sometimes they don’t. Sometimes she adds texture and movement through shading.

Hannah creates several works of art every day. On non-school day, she can create 10 drawings or more. She’s generous with her artwork, offering it to others as gifts. I receive many every week. And while I love to see each and every drawing that my daughter creates, all that art adds up quickly. The reality is that there just isn’t space for all of it in my house. We have a system for cycling through it, saving the highlights and capturing the essence. I’ve considered scanning it, but honestly, I’m not sure even that is practical. Hannah makes so many drawings that I would need to set aside a significant chunk of time to handle the digital record-keeping. As it is, many of Hannah’s works end up in the recycling bin.

When Hannah realizes I’ve disposed of her work, she’s usually a little bit sad. Now that she’s almost seven, though, she’s starting to understand. We continue to work together to save the ones she holds most dear, but she has come to a point where she doesn’t feel mortally offended every time I toss a half-finished drawing from six months ago. It’s progress. And the good news is that it hasn’t dampened her spirit. She draws just as much as she ever has.

I love seeing Hannah’s creative spirit at work, and I want to encourage it. I’ve enrolled her in art classes, but the didn’t really work for her. She wasn’t happy about being told what to draw – she prefers to come up with her own ideas. When I collaborated with a local artist for an article on VancouverMom.ca, I shamelessly accosted her, asking her for tips on nurturing my child’s love of art. She said that the best thing any parent can do is provide their child with supplies and space to work. So, I continue to do that, and Hannah continues to create at an amazing pace. I hope it never stops.

Do your children express themselves creatively? How do you encourage it? And how do you handle the onslaught of paper that comes along with it? I’d love to hear!

One Green Thing: No More PVC

Like many other people, I’m concerned about the environment. When I consider issues like climate change, our exposure to toxins and the stress that our natural world is under, I often feel overwhelmed. It’s tempting to just hide my head and ignore it all, to be quite honest. It certainly would cause me less internal angst every time I go to the grocery store or plan a family vacation.

In spite of the temptation to pretend as if the problems facing our environment are not an issue, I can’t ignore them. Once you know something, you can’t un-know it. Yes, it might be a bit inconvenient. But in the face of despair, I choose hope. The way that I choose hope is by taking action, and making changes. I trust that these changes will make a difference, and have an impact.

I’ve decided that for 2012 I will take one small step each month to become more green. It feels manageable, and tangible, and hopeful. And I’m starting by looking at PVC.

PVC, or polyvinyl chloride, is a type of plastic. Because it is cheap and durable, Wikipedia says that it is the third most widely-used plastic. It is also toxic. After reading The Non-Toxic Avenger by Deanna Duke (who, incidentally, will be on my podcast on Friday), I started to become concerned about the PVC in our home, and I decided to take steps to eliminate it.

The first place I looked at was food. If PVC is toxic, I really don’t want to be eating off of it. Many insulated lunchboxes have PVC linings – including, quite possibly, the ones my children were using. I tracked down an alternative that’s lead, phthalate, PVC and BPA free. They also happen to be super-cute, which helped to sell my kids on the change. We also had some old PVC place mats, and I decided to just use our cloth place mats instead. It’s also possible that the cling wrap in my kitchen drawer contains PVC, but I haven’t used that in ages. My husband still does, so for now we’re keeping it.

There’s some PVC in our house outside of the kitchen. Jacob had a PVC raincoat, but it doesn’t currently fit him and he doesn’t really like it, so it went into my donation bin. There’s likely PVC piping in my house, and I won’t be getting rid of that – it wouldn’t be practical. I have a PVC-free shower curtain, so I’m clear on that front. I have some PVC binders. I’ll be looking for an alternative for the binders that are still in use, and getting rid of the stack of old empty ones from our laundry room.

Our toy box presents a particular challenge. Based on my internet research, it seems that toys like My Little Pony and possibly Barbie contain PVC. It’s hard to get a clear answer, and it would also be hard to force my daughter to get rid of every toy that may be at issue. Instead, since we’re going through a post-Christmas-de-clutter, I plan to pick out the toys I think may be a problem, and work it out with her.

Getting rid of the PVC in our house won’t reduce my carbon footprint, but it will hopefully reduce my family’s exposure to toxins, and I feel good about that. It feels like good progress for January.

Are you concerned about potential toxins in your home – and what do you do with them when you find them? I’d like to hear your thoughts!

Do Kids Need to be Challenged?

I overheard one mom talking to another mom on the playground: “I think the books my daughter’s reading at school are too easy for her. I asked her teacher to give her harder ones, because I want her to be challenged. If she gets bored – game over.”

I understand this mom’s concerns. She wants to be sure that her child has access to reading material that interests and engages her. In response, she’s taking an active role in her daughter’s education and discussing it with her teacher. She’s doing her best for her child, and I think that’s great. But I also wonder – do kids really need to be challenged? And if they’re not, what then?

Right now we’re on day 11 of Christmas vacation. My six-year-old Hannah won’t be going back to school for another week. Now that Christmas is over and the flurry of activities and visits and gift openings is done, I can report that she is bored. She tells me as much countless times every day. Sometimes, I respond by engaging her in activities. This is a school holiday, and on one level I see it as an opportunity for us to spend time together. But other times, I have stuff to do – or I just plain need a breather. When that happens, I tell Hannah that boredom is character-building. At first, she whines in response, but usually within a few minutes she’s found something to entertain herself with.

I tend to think that a certain amount of boredom is good for kids. I think that the boredom I suffered as a child gave me skills that I use on a daily basis. Like, say, when I’m playing a game with my kids that totally bores me. I know how to buckle down and do things that aren’t that interesting or engaging to me. I know how to fill up my time when it’s not filled for me. And I know how to make my own fun. These are all things I learned during my own school vacations, when long days with nothing to do stretched before me.

I also had the experience of not being particularly challenged in school. I graduated first in my high school class of approximately 500 students, which is really just a pretentious way of saying that I was the smart kid. I usually finished my work before everyone else, and then I filled my time with quiet activities. If I was really lucky, I would get to go play on the class computer (when we had one, which wasn’t always – this was the 1980s, after all) or take something to the office. If I wasn’t so lucky, then I would look out the window or make up stories in my head. Was this time productive? I don’t know. But I do know that, once again, my boredom taught me some skills that I still use today.

There’s actually something of a debate amongst experts about the utility – or futility – of boredom. Some people say that gifted students need to be challenged more. If they’re not, the argument goes, they won’t reach their full academic potential. And to some degree, I can see their point. If a teacher has a class of 20 students, that teacher likely won’t be able to address their individual needs fully. This means that some students will be effectively held back by those who don’t catch on as quickly. Wouldn’t it be better if those smart kids had something more useful to do while they waited for everyone else to catch up?

I wonder, though, how far it’s really reasonable to go in terms of maximizing each student’s potential. I attended engineering school with some seriously smart folks. Some of them managed to graduate from high school one, two or even three years early. If a really gifted student is allowed to progress at their own pace, they may master all their high school material when they’re only 15 or 16 years old – and what then? Being an academic genius does not necessarily qualify you to navigate the world of post-secondary education, which is created for adults. I found the adjustment to be pretty huge even as an 18-year-old.

Of course, a world full of Doogie Howsers is not necessarily the outcome of challenging students appropriately. Giving gifted students access to enrichment programs can give them a little something extra, while they progress through school at the same rate as their peers. Ultimately, this is what I did. I took International Baccalaureate classes in high school. I was also a Girl Guide, I volunteered as a candy striper, I sang in a choir and I studied Tae Kwon Do. I found ways to fill my time and challenge myself, but that only came later, when I was a teenager. When I was my daughter’s age, I spent a fair bit of time being bored.

Some experts agree with my belief that boredom can be good for kids. They say that like all emotions – including anger, sadness and jealousy – boredom serves a purpose. And so when you’re faced with some unstructured time during a school vacation, you shouldn’t rush to fill it. Letting your kids figure it out for themselves helps them to develop emotionally and intellectually.

There’s one more idea that plays into the debate on challenging kids or letting them entertain themselves, and that’s the concept of flow state. Flow is that thing you experience when you’re totally present in an activity. You may not even notice that time’s passing, because you’re so engaged. In order to experience flow, you have to be appropriately challenged. This means that the task you’re working on shouldn’t be super-easy for you, but it also shouldn’t be super-hard. It should be just hard enough that you have to think about it a little. Video games are a good example of something that creates flow for most people, because as you master the game it gets progressively harder. If it’s designed well, you’ll always be in the perfect zone, and you won’t be bored or frustrated.

Good leisure (and probably good educational) activities actually are a little bit challenging, so that they create that flow state. But the question is – how do we get to those leisure activities? Do we just plop our kids down in front of video games, or send them to classes? Or, do we let them figure it out for themselves? I would argue that we probably should do a little bit of both. I think that sometimes, boredom is useful because it forces kids to try new things to entertain themselves. In the process, they may find activities that create that flow state for them. This is how Hannah found drawing. But I don’t think we should totally idealize the idea of unstructured time, either. There are benefits to exposing kids to new ideas and new experiences, too. I think the true challenge of parenting is determining just where that balance lies – at least until Christmas vacation is over.

What do you think – do you think kids need to be challenged more, or do you think that boredom is good? And how do you get that balance right? I’d love to hear your thoughts!

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