I'm a Battle Picker

People often ask me what it’s like having four kids. After I finish my third cup of very strong coffee, I put the cup down gravely, usually stare off into space from fatigue for a few moments, and then answer thusly, “I pick my own battles.” I’m just kidding, of course (about the staring into space, not the coffee or fatigue, for the most part), but it is so true about picking my own battles. I can’t remember who first told me that sacred advice about parenting, but it has served me well and I want to share it with those of you who are in the trenches. Because let’s face it, parenting can be a (glorious) uphill battle, usually fought over the course of thousands upon thousands, upon thousands, upon thousands, upon thousands of little skirmishes. And only one winner will emerge victorious. Will it be you?

Case in point, my 3-year-old has been potty-trained for over a year. Great, right? The downside is that although he is potty-trained, for whatever reason, he feels the need to get completely nude every single time he goes to the potty. EVERY TIME. Even when we have gone skiing this year with him for the first time. Jacket, sweater, ski pants, ski socks, ski boots AND ALL. Nude. Now, my first instinct is to try to break him of this habit, of course. But that only leads to an even longer trip to the bathroom, first with me begging him to not take his clothes off, then trying to gently physically restrain him from taking his clothes off, then it usually wraps up with me attempting to demonstrate while fully clothed how one uses the potty without getting nude. This always ends with him still getting nude, still taking his sweet little 2-year-old time on the potty, still with me getting him fully dressed again. Only now I have added on 10 minutes of pleading and pointless (although rather hilarious and increasingly well-acted) demonstrating onto this routine. So I gave in. I seceded and let the 3-year-old win.

Will he open up “Jack’s Nudist Colony” when he reaches his 20s because I let him get naked every time he went potty? Probably not. Will my toddler eventually catch on to the normal practice of remaining clothed while using the bathroom? Probably. Will it make our days exponentially easier and more pleasant to just let him do his thing for right now while including gentle reminders when I see fit? Absolutely. So please, if you hear me pleading, “Please, honey, you don’t have to get totally naked” from the next stall in the Target bathroom, do not call security.

There is also the type of Battle Picking when you KNOW you are going to be the winner, even if not right away. Like the Great Mitten Battle with my 8-year-old. Before I get into it, let’s all just discuss the oddness of boys not wanting to wear coats and hats, etc. when it is freezing out. Is a hat really so restrictive that you want to go out into frigid temps uncovered? Is the ski jacket that he picked out that bulky and obtrusive that he’d rather freeze? Did windbreakers become seriously uncool amongst 8-year-olds since I was a kid? If my son had his choice it would be shorts, flip-flops and Lego t-shirts every day. He’s like a mini Lego-obsessed Jimmy Buffet, what can I say? Enter Mean Mom, who makes him wear actual pants when the thermometer dips below freezing and the battle lines are drawn. But mittens, he would not budge on. He claimed the other kids on the bus didn’t wear gloves or mittens at all. I was the ONLY mom that made him wear a jacket, hat and gloves. Okay. He would insist that it wasn’t that cold out, on 16 degree days. He would hop outside the front door for approximately four seconds, “See, I’m not cold!” he’d say as he’d hop right back into the house. If I did insist on sending him in to school with mittens or gloves they would mysteriously disappear and I got tired of buying replacements once a week.

So, I gave in. I let him go to school without mittens or a hat. All through one of the coldest weeks of the year. For the first few days he stayed strong, insisting that his hands were fine, but one day that dipped close to zero he gave in, accepted the mittens and never looked back. I didn’t gloat, but I mentally crossed off a win for myself. These rarities must be celebrated in some way. And keep in mind when you see a child without a hat, without mittens, even if it is freezing out, maybe, just MAYBE their parents were picking their battle that morning, or maybe they didn’t buy the latest round of replacement mittens just quite yet. Please avoid jumping to the conclusion that their parents are neglectful monsters who don’t care if their children freeze.

I look at these minor battles as a training ground for the bigger ones that will come when they get older. When I have a house full of teenagers I almost surely will look back on the days when our biggest battle was putting undies on after using the tiny potty seat. I will long fondly for the days of our big beef being about mittens. Mittens! And maybe (hopefully?) it will be helpful that I let them win once in a while.

50 Shades of This Saved My Marriage (and It's Not What You Think)

“You’ve never read it!?” she says, aghast, as though I’m from Mars because I haven’t read Fifty Shades of Grey.

“I know the premise,” I say, “it just never caught my eye.”

“Here, read this chapter,” she says, thrusting the paperback into my hands.

As her husband walks by the table, he sees me holding it.

“Great book,” he says with a sly grin. “I’ve never read it, but it always treats me right.” He throws me a wicked smile and winks at his wife.

On my morning drives through L.A., billboards for the Fifty Shades of Grey movie have begun to appear. On them, the word “curious” is paired with a slightly provocative photo of the actors, placed on opposite sides of the board.

Since I’m in traffic for what seems like eons, I begin to think about the book and society’s fascination with sex — and specifically, other people’s sex. Articles about rocking your sex life litter magazine covers while porn is a $10-$14 billion/year industry.

Yet something is missing.

Many people haven’t found a way to get — and keep — what they want in their relationships.

We all possess a fascination with lust and love and the ways the two intertwine. Some of us indulge in the fascination. But for some it’s a hidden, and often guilty, taboo. Yet it’s within this bubble of pleasure and shame that sex finds itself a hot, little home.

I sit at my friend’s table and read the earmarked pages. It’s not my thing, but I can see the appeal. What strikes me though, is how this book has taken off. The actor who plays Dorian Grey will not doubt be fantasied about by vast numbers of women around the globe.

As women read the book, (and I say women because let’s face it, they are the predominant readership), there are two different paths we might follow.

Both paths address the lovely quote about the greenness of grass.

The first path tells of a grass that’s always greener in the neighbor’s yard, or in some magical place other than where we reside. Our attention is pulled toward the “other” and we obsess over things we find “there” that we perceive as lacking in our current life or relationship.

This is the path a majority of women will traverse. As much as we like to think of ourselves as positive individuals, reality shows us that the tendency of our brains is to gravitate towards the negative, towards lack, towards the one black dot on the otherwise white wall… until the black dot drives us insane.

In the context of our relationships, this means that without training and awareness, our brains conspire to trip us down the staircase of unhappiness.

I have a friend who’s a handful of years older and wiser. She personally knows three women whose families have been destroyed by the choices they’ve made after reading the book.

This isn’t about putting blame on a book or a person, but rather about using both to gain awareness into our lives. In my friend’s case, she observed these women read about lust and sex. Inevitably they began to think on those things, lust and kinkiness shadowing their brains. It became almost easy to trip down the stairs, fall on another man, and forget they had a family or life with someone else. This new person made them tingle, and they hadn’t felt that in a while.

Adventure is fun, and lust is powerful. It’s naïve to underestimate them both.

If you’ve been dating or married for some time, you know that things aren’t hot and bothered on a 24/7 basis. You can still have amazing sex and try anything you both consent to, but with time comes a different level of relationship.

Most people end up sharing a life of day-to-day mundane, with a sparkle of extravagance. Over time, as we consistently see our partner in these mundane tasks, the sexy sparkle often fades. If we’re not careful to nourish the relationship, other people begin to look appealing. Other people suddenly show up to fill the holes.

What I love about my friend who handed over her copy of the book, was that she had taken the other path, the road less traveled.

She was immersing herself in the book, getting hot and bothered, and then going to her husband to sex it out. In case you missed the point: She was going to her husband!Not away from.

She was acting on a simple, logical fact by Robert Fulghum:

“The grass is not greener on the other side of the fence. The grass is greener where you water it.”

The full quote says:

The grass is not, in fact, always greener on the other side of the fence. No, not at all. Fences have nothing to do with it. The grass is greenest where it is watered. When crossing over fences, carry water with you and tend the grass wherever you may be.

Simple, right? Water the grass that you want to grow.

At one point in my life, I found myself teetering a few steps down the staircase. Fortunately, the guardrail caught me before I landed on my face with my life sprawled out in disarray.

What I realized is that it’s naive for any of us to think we aren’t capable of tripping a few steps, or slipping, tumbling, and plunging all the way down.

There’s a spider web thread that separates those at the top of the staircase from those at the bottom. We are not that different. We all want similar things — love, adventure, validation, appreciation, and yes, even lust.

The dishonesty arises when we’re in a relationship but find ourselves looking for or fascinated with something else. If we’re in a relationship, it makes sense to place our energy and focus into that relationship rather than outside of it. If you’re not happy with your current relationship (and it’s not abusive or destructive), do everything you can to shape it into what your heart desires. Only then, walk away peacefully.

Ask yourself: “Have you done everything you could possibly do?”

It’s a crappy feeling to look back and wonder.

But there’s a profoundly awful and lingering sensation when you trip down the staircase and find yourself left with 50 shades of something you never wanted.

The NFL 'Playbook' for Defending Racism Against American Indians

It’s time for us all to adopt a new playbook that truly honors American Indians.

It’s time for the Washington football team to change its name.

The Fritz Pollard Alliance, a civil rights group dedicated to promoting diversity and equality in the National Football League (NFL), has joined the growing chorus of protests against the Washington football team’s ongoing use of a dictionary defined racial slur as its name and stereotypical caricature as its logo. The Alliance recently released a statement that described a meeting they held with the Washington team to discuss changing the team’s name and logo in which the Alliance was “shouted down” by Washington team representatives. The Washington team’s inappropriate response is unfortunately consistent with the “playbook” that the Washington team and NFL continues to use to defend the offensive and harmful team name and logo of the Washington team. This “playbook” appears to be as follows:

1. Reframe a dictionary- and government-defined racial slur as a term of “honor.” In his letter to fans, Dan Snyder claims that the “R-word” is a “badge of honor.” NFL spokesperson Adolpho Birch further stated, “It’s not a slur.” In actuality, the Washington football team’s name is defined as a racial slur in almost every modern dictionary. The U.S. Patent and Trademark Office canceled the team’s trademark because the term was found to be “disparaging.”

The NFL further went to claim that the team name was made to honor then-coach William “Lone Star” Dietz. Yet this claim of “honor” ignores statements from the former team’s owner George Preston Marshall, arguably the most infamous segregationist in sports history. In a 1933 interview Marshall stated, “The fact that we have in our head coach, Lone Star Dietz, an Indian, together with several Indian players, has not, as may be suspected, inspired me to select the name R*dskins.” More, the notion that this term was a badge of honor ignores several examples of racially insensitive behavior including the use of the term “scalp ’em” in the original Washington team song, and the frequent use of red face and appropriation of American Indian headdresses at Washington football games.

2. Disregard protests of Native Americans and civil rights leaders. Several major American Indian organizations including the National Congress for the American Indian (NCAI), National Indian Gaming Association (NIGA) and Native American Journalists Association (NAJA) have issued public statements condemning the use of the “R-word.” In addition to the Fritz Pollard Alliance, major civil rights groups such as the NAACP, Leadership Conference for Human and Civil Rights, The National Council of La Raza and the Anti-Defamation League have all condemned the practice of using this slur. Recently, DeMaurice Smith, the Executive Director of the NFL Player’s association, said that the Washington team name conveyed “racial insensitivity.” As of this moment, the Washington team and NFL have not publicly acknowledged that almost every major American Indian organization such as the NCAI, the oldest and most representative organization of American Indians, have repeatedly issued formal statements that the Washington team name is an offensive slur.

However, there have been at least three instances when representatives of the Washington team have claimed American Indian support, only to have this claim contradicted. Washington’s team owner Daniel Snyder has asserted that the Red Cloud School was consulted and the school subsequently approved the use of the “R-word;” the Red Cloud School made a public statement denying any involvement in determining the Washington football team name and stating that it also considers the “R-word” a demeaning racial slur. Similarly, team representative and former Washington player Mark Moseley claimed that the Alabama Coushatta tribe was supportive of the “R-word;” the Alabama Coushatta tribe promptly responded, saying that they support the NCAI efforts to oppose the Washington name. Further, whereas Washington football team representatives insisted that no American Indians protested the name in visits to American Indian reservations, Jim Enote, the director of the A:shiwi A:wan Museum and Heritage Center in Zuni, New Mexico, said he spoke with Snyder last November about his displeasure with the team name, only to be rebuked by Snyder.

3. Ignore science showing harmful effects of racism against American Indians. Professional organizations, such as the American Psychological Association, American Sociological Association and American Counseling Association, have issued statements that the use of “Native” team names and imagery is detrimental to children’s mental health and development. Experimental laboratory studies demonstrate causal effects that the presence of American Indian sports team logos results directly in lower self-esteem and lower mood among American Indian youth; longitudinal studies show that discrimination predicts increased depression and substance abuse in American Indian youth over time. More, studies also show that exposure to American Indian sports names and logos activate negative stereotypes of American Indians among non-American Indians.

While polls should not be a basis for determining policy, the Washington team’s disregard of Native American opinion also comes in the selective reporting of polls. In 2004, the Annenberg Center issued a poll that found that 90 percent of American Indians were not “bothered” by the Washington team use of “R-word.” This poll has been criticized on almost every level, most notably the lack of evidence that those who identified as American Indians were in fact American Indian. A more recent poll this year that required evidence of tribal membership to participate found that 67 percent of the respondents thought the “R-word” was a racial slur. Another recent poll shows that the majority of Americans would not feel comfortable using the “R-word” when directly speaking with an American Indian. Further, The Washington team and NFL continue to report the 2004 poll without acknowledging these new polls.

4. “Don’t we have more important things to worry about?” Defenders of the Washington team name often dismiss opposition to the team name as an example of political correctness gone awry. Further, those supporting the team often presents a false dichotomy whereby American Indians should be forced to tolerate racial slurs because they suffer from other “more pressing” issues such as poverty. In response to a letter from American Indian U.S. Congressman Tom Cole urging the NFL to support a name change for the Washington team, team representative Tony Wyllie responded by saying, “Don’t they have more important issues to worry about?”

Not only do these statements contradict the social science demonstrating the harmful effects of racism, but they also contradict how the NFL handles issues of racism among other groups. Keep in mind that the NFL can act decisively against bullying and racism without needing to consult polls. Imagine the appropriate public outrage if the NFL decided not to sanction Rich Incognito for his use of racial slurs against Jonathan Martin because the African American population has “more important things to worry about.”

The good news is that fewer and fewer people are buying into the Washington team and NFL “playbook.” Overall, claims made by the Washington team on its website have been labeled as mostly untrue by independent evaluators like the Washington Post. Research shows that broadcasters’ use of the “R-Word” on television in 2014 declined by 27 percent. The largest protest in history occurred in Minnesota, drawing thousands of people. The Washington team also saw the largest home game protest of the name in the history of the team.

The way that the NFL has treated the American Indian community and civil rights organizations such as the Fritz Pollard Alliance that have called for an end to the racist Washington team name and logo is atrocious. And just like the controversy regarding its handling of concussions and domestic violence, the NFL playbook of defending racist slurs against American Indians gives the impression that it does what it wants, when it wants, regardless of who gets hurt.

It’s time for a new playbook.

Change the name.

Getting Rid of Kid Clutter, One Milestone at a Time

Some parents celebrate their children’s growth using hash marks on a door frame. Others marvel — or weep — at the increasing heft and strength of their little one each time he or she leaps into their arms.

I celebrate my children’s growth every time I get to throw something out.

It’s not that I lack any sense of nostalgia for days gone by, when every precious babble and coo was captured on video and their little heads smelled like Johnson & Johnson’s lavender baby wash. (Seriously, how intoxicating is that stuff?) It’s just that very small human beings necessitate the ownership of a huge amount of extra crap around the house. And I am not a big fan of extra crap around the house. Just ask my sister, who panicked last summer when I mentioned I was having a garage sale.

“What are you selling?!” she asked in an accusatory tone, mentally calculating how quickly she could drive from her house in New York to my house in Pennsylvania and chain herself to all of my junk, as my de-cluttering urge is matched only by her need to keep all the things forever. “Well, I’ve decided to keep the couch, and the children,” I smirked. And I meant it.

So you can imagine how happy I was last night when I went in to check on the teeth-brushing progress of my 5-year-old and noticed that he was not using the bathroom stool, which he had always, until that very moment, used. I pointed this out to him, and he turned toward me with more pride on his face than an entire rainbow-filled parade.

I of course made a huge deal about such a momentous milestone, with high-fives and a giant hug and an, “Oh my goodness, when did you get so big?!” He ran to tell his brother the news that he had suddenly, somehow, in one afternoon become tall enough to stand at the sink, while I stood in the bathroom doorway, the stool already in my hands, plotting my next move. Yessss!, I thought. After almost five years, we can finally lose this stupid stool that takes up one-fifth of our bathroom floor and is perpetually stained with muddy footprints and toothpaste drippings!

That’s when they both bounded back into the bathroom and looked at me in horror.

“Mommy! What are you doing with the stool?!”

“Nobody needs it anymore!” I sing-songed gleefully. “We can probably give it to a family with really little kids who still need help reaching things.” Stressing generosity rarely works with my children; I’m not sure why I keep trying it.

“But we still need it!” said the 7-year-old emphatically, rattling off an exhaustive list of every item in the house they still can’t reach — much of which is up that high specifically to prevent them from doing so. I could tell they were digging in on this issue, and no amount of reasoning with them could adequately explain how keeping a six-inch-high stool would not help them reach the basket of extra batteries Mommy keeps on the top shelf of the kitchen cabinet.

So I took a deep breath and considered my other de-cluttering victories — I mean their growth milestones! — in recent months.

The last toddler bed. More importantly, the corner of the last toddler bed, which had loved to find my shin bone very suddenly and forcefully in the dark.

The Learning Tower. Enjoyed using it in the kitchen when the boys wanted to help me bake; hated that it took up roughly the same square footage as the average New York City apartment.

The child-sized potty seat. Had been grossly dangling from its handle attached to the toilet for a longer stretch than I can remember changing diapers, and reeked of pee no matter how many times I disinfected it.

The childproof lock on the under-the-sink cabinet. Prevented only me from retrieving every cleaning product I had ever needed.

The booster seat. Would have been happier about ditching this sticky mess if I hadn’t unlocked it from the chair it had been strapped to for three years and discovered it had completely scraped away the chair’s wood stain in horrendous fashion, leaving me to ponder buying patio seat cushions for the dining room.

Satisfied that Operation: Get This Extra Crap Out Of My House, Because We Apparently Need More Room For Transformers is generally moving forward, I agreed to hide the stool in the hallway closet for whenever they need it to reach something. Later on, I brushed my teeth with a satisfied grin, marveling at how much more real estate I have in there. In fact, the only thing left on the bathroom floor is the giant, contoured plastic cup I use at bath time. It is currently tucked discreetly in the corner of the room.

But not for long.

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16 Games for 16 Year Olds?

It’s now January. Football Playoffs begin and end in all levels of the sport: High School, college and the pros. The High school sports website Maxpreps, ranks Allen (TX) High School as America’s top prep football team. The team plays sixteen games this season — the same amount as an NFL Team. Alabama, ranked No. 1 at the end of the college football season, played fourteen games. The Allen Eagles have players who just began driving. Alabama’s youngest players are 18 though the the core players are in their 20’s. At a time when football injuries have skyrocketed, should we continue allowing high school athletes to continue playing 16 football games each season?

As someone who has avidly watched and followed football for years, I failed to grasp the severity of the many injuries. I ignored the commentators and analysts who believed that football needed to get safer. Maybe it was Ronnie Hillman’s foot injury that hurt my fantasy team’s playoff chances, or maybe I realized it when Joe McKnight, a player on the cusp of breaking out this season, tore his Achilles tendon during the season. Whatever injury or moment it occurred, I soon understood the immensity of the injuries in football. In my Physics course last year, I explored the forces at play during a football hit. A hit from Haloti Ngata for example, has almost as much force as a 30 MPH car crash without a seatbelt. Finally, I learned the specific amount of players injured in a given year: last year, at least 270. In my Anatomy course this year, I’ve explored the psychological and mental impact a concussion can have on a football player.

Only one sport releases injury reports each week: the NFL. The NFL lists many players on injury notices for a variety of different reasons. In addition, the NFL has the largest roster of the four major sports (NFL, MLB, NBA, NHL). The NFL requires the most players on the field at one time (11 for offense and 11 for defense plus backups), yet this may be because of the plethora of injuries. In the NFL, star players such as Julio Jones, Calvin Johnson and Arian Foster have missed games this season due to injury. In other sports, star players miss games, yet not at the same frequency as NFL players. Last year, Jenny Vrentas wrote an article about “The Year of the Injury.” However, one could title each season “The Year of the Injury.” Stars from every team miss games. Even the durable players may injure themselves.

The solution begins at the high school level. Schools and athletic boards should refrain from scheduling an NFL-like season at such a young age. Twelve games (including playoffs) are an acceptable amount, because it simulates the college football environment. Also, high schoolers must learn an alternative to the dangerous helmet-to-helmet tackling approach. If players learn the alternative at the younger levels, they will be more likely to tackle lower when they play in high school. Allen High, I hope you enjoyed your 16 game schedule. Hopefully no one suffered a devastating injury late in the season that may impact next year.

Recreating the Odyssey, With An iPhone

If Homer had his own iPhone, he might’ve snapped shots of Ulysses on all his adventures, documenting every step of the hero’s long voyage. He might’ve taken pictures of the Proci, Penelope’s suitors, the Argo and Penelope herself. But his epic poem would never have been shrouded in mystery, legend and the oneiric atmosphere that has been inspiring writers and artists for centuries.

One such artist is photographer Stefano De Luigi, who followed the twelve legs of the journey narrated in the Odyssey, crossing the Mediterranean. The voyage took two full years, from Troy to Ithaca, crossing through Turkey, Tunisia, Italy and Greece.

The award-winning photographer left all his heavy photographic equipment behind, leaving home with nothing more than two iPhones in his pockets. His contemporary odyssey is entitled iDyssey, a photographic and multimedia project (including 90 photographs, 10 videos and one short film) that brings distant eras closer together through the use of new technologies and that most contemporary technological medium: the smartphone.

The Odyssey has been told in a thousand different ways, but never before has someone used an iPhone and Hipstamatic app to retell Homer’s words. As De Luigi explains, “It’s the thinking, the story, your own view of reality that count. That’s the power of photography.” This is the spirit that gave rise to iDyssey, and it’s in that same spirit that Officine Fotografiche defends the idea that with a smartphone in your pocket, anyone can be a narrator. The important thing is to ask oneself questions about the meaning of a voyage, both exterior and interior, exploring its hidden nuances and the implications it may have for our daily existence, our lives and the challenges inherent in them.

Therefore, in occasion of the iDyssey exhibition (on display in the Roman offices of Officine Fotografiche from February 6-22), a media partnership between Instagramers Roma and HuffPost Italia is sponsoring the “Who is Our Modern-Day Ulysses” challenge.

Participants are invited to take part by sending an image from daily life taken using a smartphone and send it in from January 19 to February 15. The images (along with name, last name, title and Instagram account name) have to be sent to contest@officinefotografiche.org and shared on an individual Instagram account, using the hashtags #UlisseOggi and #huffpostitagram. The best images will be selected by February 25, and shown during the closing ceremonies for the iDyssey exhibition.

As the great film director Andrei Tarkovsky once said, “There is only one possible voyage: the one we take into our interior world.”

This post was originally published on HuffPost Italy and was translated into English.

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