What Do You Think Thursdays with Skinny Scoop: The Pampered Chef Edition

Before I get started with my exciting list today, I would like to extend an invitation to the Children’s Hospital of Michigan Foundation SNOWPILE Toy Drive hosted by Detroit Mom Bloggers. If you are in the area, I would love to see you! Please bring an unwrapped toy to the Panera in the Target plaza on the corner of Auburn and Rochester in Rochester Hills. It’s from 9-12, and I’ll be there from 10:30 – 11:45. Hope to see you there!
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Within the past few months, I have rediscovered my love for Pampered Chef products. I have used the stoneware in my Raw Chicken Dare. I am creating new holiday traditions with the pizza stone (more on this when it becomes closer to Christmas). I am perfecting my chocolate chip cookies with the small scoop. I love them!



I created a list for What Do You Think Thursdays with Skinny Scoop that includes all my favorite items. Check them out. Maybe some of them would make the perfect gift for your foodie! (And if you are looking for a Pampered Chef consultant, check out my friend Michelle’s website).

My Favorite Pampered Chef Products

What are your favorite Pampered Chef products?



*I was not compensated for this post at all. I bought each of these items and used them myself. I am just sharing my opinions of favorite products.

On Raising Boys

Three years ago, I cried when I learned that I was pregnant with a boy.



Not tears of joy. Tears of fear. I was afraid that I would not know how to raise a boy. Afraid that Marie would never be close to her brother and would feel alienated as the only girl among her brother and all-boy cousins. Fear that our family would be divided as the boys went with the boys and the girls went with the girls.



In addition to all these fears swirling around my head, *everyone* was telling me just how challenging raising a boy would be. Family and friends would go on and on and on about how easy I had it with Marie and how hard it was going to be with a boy getting into everything.



After the initial shock, I analyzed each fear and found the root was within my own experiences. I have had a tumultuous relationship with my own brother, and I often felt left out because my boy cousin and brother were so close. In Harrington’s family’s, the boys went to hockey with the boys, and the girls stayed home.



After I wrapped my mind around these fears, I resolved that these experiences, though mine as I was growing up, are not my family’s destiny.



As soon as I laid eyes on my little boy, I fell in love. I felt all those magical, lovey feelings that everyone talks about, but I had never experienced (Marie’s birth was so traumatic). As my son’s personality emerged, I could see that he was both more assertive and more vocal than Marie.



Now at two and a half years of age, his tantrums are Off. The. Charts. My patience has reached its edge, as they say in yoga, and I understand how a parent can become unglued and yell at their toddler.



But I am trying to find the strength to shelve my first reactions so that I can teach him a more positive way to express his emotions. I want to nurture his fiercely independent spirit.



But this route of emotional literacy? Is far from being easy. And sometimes it can be a lonely path. Fortunately, I met The Mother Company this year at BlogHer. I did a review awhile back about their show, Ruby’s Studio, which helps parents teach emotional literacy. I was happy to find a partner in the philosophy of raising good people.



As I struggle to maintain my cool in these intense situations, I try to remember it’s all a series of moments.



Thomas’s last two-minute time out seemed like an eternity. He kept getting off his marker and yelling at me that I was a bad mommy for turning off the TV. There were a lot of moments in those two minutes.



I was angry and hurt. And it took work not to react.



After the time out, I explained it’s OK to be mad. I told him that he can say, “I feel frustrated.” I made sure to say that it’s not OK to say you hate mommy; we practice kindness.



Once we settled down for a story and cuddle time before a nap, I said, “It is hurtful when you say you hate your mommy. Can you tell me what it looks like to practice kindness?”



Thomas said in a serious voice, “I don’t like taking naps.”



I felt the clouds parted and heard a choir of angels burst into song! A year of my practicing kindness mantra may have finally clicked!



I replied that it must be frustrating to have to do something you don’t want to do, but taking naps is part of being healthy and strong. And he seemed OK with that.



I am hoping that he felt heard because it is my belief that teaching emotional literacy means practicing empathy. I believe that people, regardless of age, just want to be heard. I know that when I feel heard in a disagreement, I feel less defensive and more willing to be empathetic.



I am also not going to accept some antiquated standard that “boys will be boys,” implying bad behavior is accepted.



Boys have emotions, and emotional literacy is not gender specific. It is human specific.



It’s my job as his mother, a job both frustrating and infinitely rewarding, to raise this person, tantrums and all.



But after the glimmer of hope that shone through today, I feel that I can move forward with a bit more confidence.



So tell me; what are your thoughts on raising people?