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The Beautiful, Open, Adolescent Brain: an Opportunity for Parents to Make a Difference

Lisa Lane February 16, 2016

Teenagers Are Worth It.

On the bright side, living with teenagers keeps us in the moment. They are a constant invitation to remain flexible, keep learning, and see the world through new eyes. Meeting them where they are requires vigilance and super-human tenacity but it's worth it. When you break through a sullen stare and connect with a teenager, when you get a glimpse of the funny, confident, fascinating grown-up lurking behind the angst (almost but not-quite ready to see the light of day) you can see it's worth it. Staying on the sunny side of the street is easier said than done when we're faced with real-live hooligans, but it’s worth it every single time.

In this post I discuss a new, beyond-hibernation, beyond-Mama-Bear role model for parents of teens: The Artist, who reminds us to see our children (and ourselves) with forgiving eyes. Now I'll get into the nitty-gritty of why adolescents need such expansive and constant forgiveness.


It’s Not Their Fault: Consider the Teenaged Brain.

Nothing in a teenager's life seems in control. Their thoughts and emotions are tangled and often scary. They are astute enough to recognize hypocrisy but naive enough to be frightened by it. The adults in their lives do contradictory, weird things. Many teens find it impossible not to vocalize every thought in their brains. Some burst into tears without reason. Their bodies betray them daily in ways that baffle and humiliate them.

Pleasure Rules.

It’s really way beyond their control. During adolescence the human brain is hard at work developing and organizing itself for the demands of adulthood. As soon as the puberty engines start revving, emotions rule the brain and body. It takes years for higher-level cognitive functions to catch up. Adolescence is a time of impulse, sensation, immediacy and growth. The body and brain explode with chemical and physical activity. Young people are super-vulnerable to sensations and feelings because it’s all limbic-system and dopamine receptors during these years—whim and pleasure and thrill-seeking. The pre-frontal cortex—which controls impulse, weighs consequences and regulates action—lags behind in development. In short, they’re slaves to their desires because everything good feels so much better to a teenager. Until that frontal lobe is fully formed, there’s not much preventing kids from obeying the dictates of their pleasure sensors, all the time. We can’t trust them to make sound decisions because—mind, body and spirit—they are programmed to do the opposite. (Steinberg, 2014)

Teenagers=Sponges (Sensation is Everything)

You know how certain smells or sounds can evoke specific-but-random memories of your own teenaged years? Personally, the aroma of Bonne Bell Bubblegum Lipgloss, stale Coors Light or a Russian Olive tree in the month of May can send me into intense high-school reverie. (Never mind the power of certain Grateful Dead, Steve Miller Band or Pink Floyd songs to transport me right back to my freshman dorm room.) We are all sensory sponges during those salad days; adolescents literally see colors more vividly, taste food more intensely and feel the wind on their faces more keenly than they will at any other time in their lives. 

Even when they act exactly like they’re not listening, teenagers are experiencing, feeling and absorbing everything around them. When I taught high school I took advantage of their condition by making my classroom beautiful and pleasant. I eschewed overhead fluorescent lights for lamps and strings of small bulbs. Whenever possible, I used solid wood furniture and played good music during passing periods. I treated the walls as thoughtfully as I do my own home and kept the the room smelling sweet. For adolescent people (and all of us—but more so for them), good feelings beget more good feelings. I primed their brains to soak up as much grammar and literary analysis as possible by appealing to their hyper-reactive senses. 

Now that my former students are all grown-up, they remember me for many things. Sometimes it’s stuff I meant to teach them—how to write a solid argument or deconstruct a text—but more often it’s the sensory experience we shared. They thank me for introducing them to reggae-rapper Matisyahu, for hanging butterflies from the ceiling, for offering a cozy respite from the high-school storm. I did not always leave my students with the lessons I intended because they soak up everything during those sensitive years. But I left them with something. It’s a good reminder of how important it is to tread lightly with impressionable, unpredictable teenagers.

The Plastic Brain: Open to All Outside Influences

Should we doubt just how impressionable they are, we need only look at recent research confirming the brain’s intense “plasticity” during adolescence. The malleable nature of the brain allows us to learn from experience and adapt to the environment. It is a quality that engenders more of the same: brains challenged and nourished during these years will develop into more resilient adult brains. The brain is primed to learn from new experiences during this time in everyone’s life. Laurence Steinberg, MD employs several useful analogies to help us understand this plasticity, which is heightened during the early years of childhood and again during adolescent development. Clay is reminiscent of our brains, he writes: easily shaped by outside experience when it is raw, nearly impossible to manipulate once it hardens. Electrical wiring, too, helps us understand: during times of greater plasticity, the brain makes and strengthens new, more efficient connections. Teenaged brains are hard at work re-wiring, ensuring full power from all outlets in adulthood. The metaphor I love best is the open window of the brain. During adolescence, its malleable nature means the window is thrown wide open to the influences of the outside world (without the protection of a screen or curtain). Along with sweet summer breezes and bird songs, the open-window brain lets in pollution, vermin and weather. A plastic, moldable brain is an opportunity to experience the fullness of life. It is also a liability, susceptible to all the negative influences the world has to offer. 

Here again is a reason not to check out, parents. See how often I remind you? When our children are tiny we believe we have a big influence in their lives. Otherwise we wouldn’t invest in all those Baby Einstein videos and mommy-and-me yoga classes. It can be a hard pill to swallow but the teenaged brain is similarly receptive to our input and influence. If we engage, we can help our kids take advantage of their awesome new brains. They can actually learn to be better adults because these are the years when they are learning to self-regulate. They are learning the skills of making plans and following them, controlling their behavior, working with other people and understanding long-term consequences. When these tasks are interrupted, people tend to repeat mistakes and patterns of reckless behavior well into adulthood. Let's re-invest in our terrible, tempestuous teenagers and their beautiful, fragile brains. They're worth it every time.


Coming Soon: Plastic Brain--Use Caution! (Why it's especially important to keep adolescents way from drugs & alcohol)

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Take a Hike: Lessons from the Trail (Happy New Year!)

Lisa Lane January 6, 2016

A cairn is a human-made pile or stack of stones used for wayfinding. Cairns are used as trail markers in many parts of the world. They vary in size from small stone markers to entire artificial hills, and in complexity from loose conical rock piles to delicately balanced sculptures and elaborate feats of megalithic engineering. Cairns may be painted or otherwise decorated, for increased visibility or religious reasons. (Tip of my hat to good ol' wikipedia!)


Milestones: Forging New Trails in 2016

The year ahead will bring many milestones for our little family and for our extended tribe. Our eldest will graduate high school in May and is actively discerning his future plans. Sometime later this year, he'll fly the nest and we'll learn to adjust to his absence. Both sets of grandparents are packing up the family homestead and moving to smaller digs. As we put a good foot forward and tread into unknown territories I am reminded of the life lessons I learned while hiking the trails and footpaths of my upbringing. During these times of great change I am especially aware of my own childhood and adolescence. As so often happens when we face the struggles of parenting ourselves, my mom and dad are looking better and better. Here at another crossroads in our journey on this big blue marble, I am grateful (among other things) for the perspective my parents gave me while we hiked together the peaks and valleys of the great American wilderness.

Step by Step: Hiking as Family Philosophy

Ours was a hiking family. When we vacationed and re-located (we moved a lot while I was growing up) to new parts of the country--from tropical forests to lush, slug-crawling woods and barren, frontier deserts--we got to know our surroundings on foot. My intrepid parents filled water bottles and backpacks and led my siblings and me (through various stages of willingness, apathy and downright resentment) up and down mountain paths and historical trails, encouraging us to know local flora and fauna and hints of human progress.

As small children we loved investigating tracks and trail scat; sensing wildlife so close exhilarated us. We checked seasonal blooms in our wildflower guides (an acceptable excuse to take breaks when the elevation got the better of us. Also a handy tactic for grabbing a snack mid-hike). We learned rudimentary survival skills and the art of minimal impact: we took only photos and left only footprints. We thrilled at signs of new life in fragile ecosystems and memorized the calls of coyotes, marmots and distant hawks. We respected the violent whims of Mother Nature, equating the smell of ozone above tree-line with impending lightning, recognizing the dizzying signs of altitude sickness, digging trenches to protect campsites during flash floods. We developed expert opinions on, and world-class recipes for, trail-mix. We read maps. We knew it was cheesy (especially as we explored the fourteeners and ghost towns of Colorado) but we sang John Denver songs full-voice, with wild abandon, whenever we got a chance. 

Hard Work (and Physical Pain)=Nicer Teenagers

Even the specter of adolescence couldn't ruin the lessons of hiking. My siblings and I—along with the friends our parents begrudgingly let us bring along—woke before daylight with less enthusiasm (and more grumbling profanities) than we once had. We made nasty comments, wielded surly attitudes and generally made a mockery of the proceedings as long as we could. But the reality of physical exertion, along with the undeniable force of natural beauty, got the better of us every time. Now, in my own middle-age, with my own teenagers hell-bent on destroying any attempt at family fun, I am amazed at my mom and dad’s abject patience.

I know we rolled our eyes at the adults when they complained it was so much worse coming down a mountain. As we young people—invigorated and light-headed from the summit—leaped and tumbled down, our pathetic parents complained of aching knees and wounded hips. It took me until my mid-forties to understand, and the knee pain on an easy descent came with a humbling vengeance. What a drag it is getting old. Here is one secret of raising a family my parents understood: the more exhausted teenagers are from hard work, the more likely they are to crash at a reasonable hour, stay out of trouble and leave you to yourselves. Brilliant. While my friends attended weekend keggers, on hiking days I was more inclined to soak blisters in epsom salts at the kitchen table and make solid plans to get to bed. (In this post I discuss the adolescent need for boundaries, and here I write about various role models for parents of adolescents, including the Personal Trainer who works their bodies into exhaustion and exorcises those poisonous hormones.)

The hikes we took with our family—no matter how reluctantly I participated—formed the best parts of me and my siblings. We are people who believe we can survive, in the wilderness or a new job or a city we’ve never been before. We know the value of being prepared but we can improvise like nobody’s business, no matter where life takes us. There’s wilderness and there's urban wilderness. Turns out we were trained pretty well for both.

Markers on the Trail: You are Here

One thing I loved about hiking with my family and friends—no matter how tired, grumpy or out-of-shape I might have been—was the presence of cairns along the trails. Although I was never truly lost with my parents at the helm, when my adolescent friends and I set out on various adventures we tended to lose our way. How often cairns—those lovingly stacked piles of stones, left by unknown and unseen adventurers before us—set us back along the righteous path! As we puffed our way along mossy switchbacks, as the purple, frail-but-beautiful Rocky-Mountain forget-me-nots appeared in finger-holds on rocky outcroppings, cairns reassured us. Cairns center us, remind us where we are, guide us gently on our way. As we gained elevation and the adolescent fog lifted, I always marveled at the beautiful significance of cairns along the trails.

I often thanked unknown friends as I sucked in breath and took the next arduous step toward bagging another peak. Cairns—their elegant simplicity and vital function—seemed a bit like angels along our path. How often I have prayed for trail-markers along life’s journey! How often—in forms I sometimes recognize only later—have I been blessed with signs. People are living cairns on the trails of life. Advice from people who love us—parents, grandparents, trusted friends and elders—act as way-finders when we stray. In times of great transition and struggle, our connections to one another save us from the abyss and draw us into the glorious gift of life. 

As a new calendar year dawns, may we remember the importance of cairns. May we continue to act as silent guideposts for our children as they journey toward adulthood. Angels on our paths—in the form of family and friends who are there for us when we need them—sanctify our journeys. I am endlessly grateful for my childhood, my family, and the mentors who remind me where my path is when I am lost. Let us be thankful for--and let us remember to notice-- the sacred markers along our way. May we be signals—signum fidei, signs of faith—to one another. May the rough stretches of our lives give way to expansive views and better times. And may we all--even with teenagers in the house, even when things seem impossible--remember to take in the scenery and try to enjoy the hike.

Also, perhaps we should add to our list of resolutions a few forays into nature with our kids. (On that note, please enjoy this post on the benefits--and challenges--of forced family fun. You may also be interested in similar musings about how to be as shelterbelts to our teenagers.)


I create these clay sculptures—inspired by cairns along the trails I’ve hiked—by throwing closed forms on my potter’s wheel. The whimsical and organic "stones," stacked in a yard or garden, seem to change with the seasons, like life itself. They are my homage to the cairns I loved so much during my childhood spent hiking. [For information on purchasing a colorful cairn for your home or garden, please contact me. :-)]



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What to Give Teens for Christmas? Best Worst Gift EVER.

Lisa Lane November 17, 2015

A re-post from last year . . . because the message endures. Happy holidays, friends, whichever you celebrate. At these times especially I am grateful for the village helping us raise our kids. <3, L.

Oh, the tyranny of the holiday season! Every crazy bit of it is amplified when teenagers live in the house. This year--inspired by my friend Deanna, a fierce single mama whose darling daughter is a freshman in high school--I'm shopping for my teenagers at Goodwill and in my mother-in-law's attic.  Why am I putting a bag of dingy old silver tableware under the Christmas tree? Read all about it! Also, feel free to adapt the idea for your own purposes. (Note: this stroke of gift-giving brilliance would likewise be perfect for a Bar or Bat Mitzvah, the first day of seventh grade or indeed a baby gift for new parents.)

I’ve spent the last few weeks rummaging through estate sales, collecting a bunch of mismatched, past-their-prime spoons, forks, pitchers and tea trays. Most are merely plated; all are blackened with age and neglect. If a piece was sticky with grime, I snapped it up with special enthusiasm. Each piece--with a cloth and a lot of care--can be polished back into beautiful shape. And herein lies the best part of this gift for teenagers.

The adolescent years are rough for everyone, marked by conflict and confusion.All of it—the drama, the struggle, the strife, the fighting amongst the family—is as normal as it is awful. Our children are going to rebel. They're going to do stupid stuff. It's their job. Until further notice, we’re going to be at war with each other at least some of the time.

Teenager Time-Outs: The Gift of Pause

From now on, when my teenager and I are engaged in daily battle and I think we need a break, he will sit in silence and polish one piece of silver until it shines. The few minutes my child spends with a polishing cloth in his hands will give us both time to pause. In our too-busy, too-noisy world, a moment of silver silence is golden, indeed. Disengaging from conflict can be the most powerful (but difficult) course of action. When our children were little we gave time-outs: a chance to spend some quiet time alone, to calm down, to adjust behavior and then return to the demands of real life. Teenagers need time-outs, too. We all do. (For silver-polishing tips, consult this expert advice.)

Silverware—decorative and practical, a tool so basic we might take it for granted—requires maintenance. Like all things of value (including personal relationships), good silver must be cared for and tended. The symbolism is apt: every day of our lives, we must face our responsibilities. When we practice daily habits of exercise and sound nutrition we reap the rewards of good health. When we maintain our possessions and relationships we invest in their working futures. It’s a chore, maintaining a house and vehicles and families and careers. But it’s unavoidable and it’s worth it. I hope restoring this silver--piece by piece--will instill in our boys the importance of maintenance. I hope their adult selves will view daily habits and maintenance as necessary, meditative and fulfilling. As I say so often our kids no longer pay attention: Life is hard, but worth it.

Polishing the Silver: We ALL Shine on!

Sterling silver, a soft metal, has a “living finish,” highly reactive and susceptible to air, moisture and other common irritants. The other metals (especially copper) in sterling react and oxidize, forming an uneven, dark tarnish. Without frequent use and proper care, silver loses its original luster and can become completely covered in black. The tarnish, however, forms only on the surface. As a matter of fact, the layer of tarnish protects and preserves the silver underneath. 

The analogies between silver and our real lives seem endless! Like sterling, we human beings are highly reactive and sensitive to irritants. We get covered in decay; we lose our original luster; we develop a layer of dinginess to protect ourselves from our environment. And yet all the tarnish in the world cannot damage our beautiful insides. The metaphor continues: like silver, there is always hope, for all of us: with a little attention and elbow-grease, the tarnish can be polished right off. We can be restored! We can shine again, as brilliantly as we ever did! We live in hope. (Also, silver gets better and more gorgeous with age as it develops a prized golden sheen; don’t even get me started about the symbolism of wisdom and imperfect beauty in middle age . . . .) 

We will tuck something like this letter in with our dubious gift:

Someday--in that distant future my husband and I see with our most optimistic eyes--these adopted heirlooms may grace the tables of our grown-up children. Perhaps as we break bread together we will feel forgiven for our parenting mistakes and adolescent rebellion. Maybe we will tell stories to the next generation: of crazy teenage antics and difficult family times, of epic arguments that now seem silly, of taking time to pause and reflect in order to survive the storms of adolescence. When our future grandchildren get poisoned by hormones and turn against their parents, maybe they will carry on the tradition of taking time out to polish the silver. With any luck, the values of maintenance and working with purpose—brought to life in our sons and their families—will be our greatest legacy.

 


 As the holidays loom, we can all use a reminder of how important it is to force family fun with truculent adolescents. Read my post about it here.

You may also enjoy this post about the importance of time-outs for PARENTS!

And for a dose of schadenfreude as you strike family holiday poses, check out this botched attempt at my own family's picture-perfect moment. 

To book me for your parent, school or church group (words of wisdom and belly-laughs for frazzled families), contact me.

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Eye on the Prize: 5 Big Things I Hope My Kids Can Do When They Leave the Nest

Lisa Lane October 5, 2015

A parent's job is difficult--and difficult to define--especially during the teen years. Thanks to all the chaos (and the scheduling and carpooling and the fact that we're straight-up exhausted) parents can lose sight of our goals.

So let’s think about this: what do we really want for our children? Not the details so menacing during adolescence—specific coursework or hobbies, curfews or clubs, colleges or career choices—the Big Stuff. Assuming the world will look a little different when they are adults--and assuming we intend to send them off into that world--what do we really want for them? What to we want them to be? To have? To do? Can we help our daughters and sons stay true to their fundamental integrity when they face life's slings and arrows, outrageous fortune and what-have-you? Assuming we don’t intend to cloister our progeny, how do we do that? How can we keep them whole while we expose them to the broken world? 

We can remember what we wanted for our kids in the first place. Many unexpected things will be demanded of them once they become adults. We can’t prepare them for the specifics. Yes, they should be able to launder clothes and make a few meals, change a tire and pay taxes. Maybe I want my kids to know how to write a thank-you note, tell a joke or play piano. We may feel like failures if they can’t survive on their own in the wilderness, do a back-flip, make clever small-talk at parties or list the entire Beatles catalog from memory. We want a lot of things for our kids but all this is small stuff. Adolescents will soon be making decisions about where they spend their money, whom they support in elections, and how they conduct themselves in the wide, weird world. We’ve got to look at the big picture, the essential skills they need to navigate the world. Teachers begin with the end in mind: what should students be able to do at the end of their time in our care?  Not-important things can cloud our focus. We tend to lose sight of the real tasks of the family system during adolescence. But let’s take a shot at articulating what we really, really want for our children when they are all grown-up (tweet this).

Here are five Big-Picture lessons I hope to teach my kids. What really matters to you?

When they leave the nest, I hope my children are able to:

1. See the Good in the World

Life is hard but worth it. I say this so much to teenagers it has almost lost its impact. I repeat it all the time—to them and to myself—because it’s so true and so important. It’s easy to succumb to the struggle, especially for teenagers; immediacy is their jam. It’s easy to get mired in the ugliness of existence. I hope my children will grow up to be people who rise above it. Who see the pain but focus on the joy. No matter how we wish we could sequester them from reality, our kids will see some pretty rough stuff. Call it what you will—a glass-half-full personality, a sunny disposition, a Pollyanna persona—I want my kids to have a positive view of the world. I want them to see the world with open eyes—all of it, flaws and foibles—and I want them to see the silver lining in every cloud.  

2. Manifest Change for Themselves and Others

People who can see good in the world also tend to trust their ability to affect change when it is needed. How often adults—all of us—curse the darkness instead of lighting a candle! I want my children to have what sociologists call an interior locus of control: the perception of responsibility for their own life and actions. People who believe outside forces are responsible for all their misfortunes and successes tend to feel victimized by circumstance. Those who believe destiny is at least partly a result of their own doing, on the other hand, can manifest change. They can get themselves out of ruts, awful situations and complex challenges. First they have a view of the world positive enough to envision change. Then they call upon their interior strength to make the change. They think outside the box. They seek solutions instead of whining about problems. They survive and thrive. They’re nice people to be around. I hope my children become adults who don’t feel like victims. I hope they find ways to help themselves—and others—feast on life’s banquet.  

3. Maintain a Healthy Body

One undeniable task of adolescence is to physically mature. To grow up. Part of our job is keeping kids safe and healthy enough to reach the pinnacle of adulthood. With this outcome in mind parents can see clearly the importance of rest, exercise, good nutrition and keeping kids away from drugs and alcohol. At the end of the road—when they are fully grown themselves—I hope my kids will know how to make choices to stay healthy.

The adolescent brain is malleable, plastic, an open window, predisposed to seek and sense pleasure. Teenagers are super-responsive to outside stimuli and their brains form according to their experience of the world. Regular pleasure from drugs and alcohol—and conversely, regular pleasure from exercise and engaging hobbies—wires the brain for future experience. It is the parent’s job to provide a healthy environment for this development, while scaffolding the process so they know how to create and maintain healthy adult environments for themselves.

4. Establish a Unique Identity

I am not you; you are not me. These are words we should repeat to ourselves often during the painful process of adolescent identity formation. Since the dawn of time wisdom tells us it is each child’s task to establish autonomy from the family of origin. As I’ve gone on and on about already, the act itself is violent and painful. But it’s one of the most important parts of growing up into responsible adulthood: our kids have to figure out who they are apart from us.

We nudge kids in the direction of independence by gradually helping them become more responsible for their own decision-making. They need to feel secure in our support and guidance exactly as they reject and condemn our very presence in their lives. There is no doubt: teenagers undergo a crisis of identity. It’s a good thing, remember. It eventually allows them to make commitments, choose careers and remain true to themselves when the storms of existence blow like a hurricane. When all is said and done (and they’re no longer living in our home) I hope my children will know who they are. I hope they will have an unshakable sense of self, anchored in our family and open to experience. With a positive world-view, a strong interior locus of control, a healthy brain and a solid sense of identity, kids grow up to do just as I labored to teach my students: they think for themselves. They read and watch with healthy skepticism. They have an internal shelter from the storms of life. 

5. Self-Regulate

I want my kids to be able to commit to and complete a task. I want them to believe hard work pays off. I want them to be capable of focusing on the future instead of only on the present. Life’s banquet dishes up plenty of opportunities to delay gratification, to do things we’d rather not do in order to reap later benefits. Self-regulation is the ability to envision those future rewards, wait for them and work for them. The brain circuits that regulate self-control are strengthened during adolescence. We need to help our kids with these skills now (because they are hormonal messes) and gradually let them practice on their own. By scaffolding their journey toward independence we can help self-regulation be more automatic—and much easier—for them when they are adults. It’s a lifelong struggle to delay gratification and make responsible choices, but the way we learn to do it in adolescence can make a big difference in how easily it comes.

As I will remind you often (and it's not a unique idea), tenacity almost always trumps raw talent (tweet this). If my children can rely on the executive functions of their brains (decision-making, problem-solving, planning ahead) as well as their God-given natural gifts, there will be no end to the richness of their lives


For my discussion of how rough (but normal) the teen years can be, please read Cutting the Apron Strings.

For more on how to create that inner shelter for kids (from the storms of life), please check out Gimme Shelter: Why I Taught Grammar to Kids Who Didn't Care.

You also may be interested in this piece on maintaining perspective while parenting teens: Shelter-Belt: Six Lessons on Parenting from America's Heartland.

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When Teenagers Start Talking, Listen!

Lisa Lane September 23, 2015

When They Start Talking, Stop.

If you have teenagers, you know they only talk to you at inconvenient times. When you are exhausted, on the phone with your doctor, or rushing to meet a deadline, your kid gets chatty. (Please see "Mom, Interrupted" for my catalogue of just one such evening at our homestead.)

If you hear yourself saying, "Not now . . . " to your adolescent son or daughter, STOP. Take a breath. Drop what you are doing. Ask your careening-toward-empty-nesting self,  "If not now, when?" (Tweet This)

Approach with Care.

If your teen should ask or say something demanding your attention, STOP. Sit frozen if you must--ignore hunger, bladder, errands that need running--if you are lucky enough to find yourself in the midst of a real conversation. It's like coaxing a squirrel to eat from your hand. You don't want to make any sudden movements or break the magic of the moment.

And what magic it is when teenaged people start spilling their guts! When that veil lifts, amidst their ramblings (if we are patient enough) we will hear secrets, code words, intel about friends, and the true longings of their confused little hormonal hearts.

Listen Carefully.

If we pay especially close attention, as their frontal-lobes gradually develop, we will hear the whispers of understanding, forgiveness, and even burgeoning, adult respect for us.

And then the veil falls and they're grumpy and reticent again. So it is: ephemera, a moment in time . .  and the stuff that dreams are made on.

Don't stop trying to get your kids to talk. I have posted some practical tips on doing just that (Good Questions to Ask) (One More Vote in Favor of Family Dinner). But as we schedule more formal attempts to get through to them, let us not miss their casual, spontaneous, serendipitous (often just so inconvenient!) moments of communication.

Unplanned, catch-em-while-you-can moments of conversation reveal the everyday magic of living with teenagers. (Tweet This) Our dinner will keep; our plans can be re-scheduled; our children will never be this age again. (Tweet This) So much of it is painful--seize those fleeting moments of genuine connection when they appear (like magic) before your very eyes.

 

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Parents of Teens, Give Yourselves a Time-Out! (Here's How to Make it Productive.)

Lisa Lane September 14, 2015

Raising Teenagers. Seriosuly. It's Nuts. 

Our first child’s dramatic entrance into the world set the tone; parenting ever since has been totally disorienting. Rushing down the hospital hallway toward emergency surgery, I wailed to my husband, “But I skipped the chapters in the books about c-sections!” Thus it began and thus it has continued. Nothing about parenting is what we expect. We diligently prepare for every challenge we can fathom only to meet unimaginable trials. Teenagers especially make it their business to flummox us. Despite our experience, wisdom, and general aptitude for--you know, LIFE--raising adolescents can feel like showing up to a five-alarm fire with a squirt gun. (Tweet This)

A couple I know are raising their fifth teenager. The older four are happy, healthy, well-adjusted grown-ups who make their parents proud. And yet my friends--like so many of us--are at their wits' end. (I write in this post about how "cutting the apron strings" is an inadequate metaphor for the painful process of raising adolescents.) The mother recently confessed, “It’s like we’ve never done this before!” The current teenager is busy devising brand-new ways to rebel, challenge authority, express his youthful angst. These parents are seasoned professionals. They thought they knew every trick in the book. But every day with every teenager reminds us there is no book. No rules, no rhyme or reason . . . it’s like a carnival funhouse distorting the familiar into a terrifying new reality. (See this post: have our children been stolen away in the night and replaced by supernatural beasts?)

Step Away from the Crazy: Parents Need Time-Outs, Too.

Hang tight, intrepid parents of teens! I have learned from parents—and their children—who survive the three-ring adolescent circus with their sanity intact. One trait they share is the ability to step back from the chaos and evaluate every unique circumstance for what it is. They have distance and perspective. When necessary, they take time-outs.

The concept of parenting time-outs is nothing new; my friends and I have practiced the move since our kids were much younger (sometimes together, often with wine). It's easy to see the value of stepping away from the chaos to clear our heads. Taking a moment to breathe and gain a new point-of-view--especially when a situation or argument erupts into madness--can make a wold of difference. And for parents of teenagers, time-outs can be especially productive if we use the time to consider three things.

Know, Protect, Honor: Open Eyes-Strong Arms-Full Hearts.

The parents who most successfully guide their kids through the rough waters of adolescence see the truth; they re-inforce boundaries; they love their kids enough to let them be themselves.They make sure they KNOW their children and the reality of the situation at hand. They PROTECT their children from real danger without fussing over smaller concerns. They HONOR each child's unique journey toward adulthood. In other words, they parent with open eyes, strong arms and full hearts.

We need time-outs when we feel  stuck in the rut of living with overgrown toddlers (here, I explain how that works). Every time we remember to step back, breathe, and consider these three things, my husband and I find our way to more family harmony and less adolescent drama.

 Whether they do so knowingly or not, great parents see their kids with wide-open eyes. They KNOW friends, behaviors, patterns, and enough about teenaged secrets to keep kids safe. Great parents do not meddle or sweat the small stuff but they have arms strong enough to maintain boundaries. (Tweet This) When teens are in real danger--and some very real predators lurk out there--these parents step in to PROTECT them. Great parents love their kids with full hearts. They HONOR their teenagers, forgive them for being imperfect and in-progress and laugh at their foibles. Parents with open eyes, strong arms and full hearts guide their children toward becoming the very best versions of themselves.

Three Questions to Make Time-Outs Most Productive:

The family system during adolescence is complicated and painful and confusing. But for now, try to step back when things spiral out of control with your teenager. Try to weigh each situation with clarity and candor. Ask yourself three things: "Do I KNOW what's really going on (are my eyes open)? Is there danger here from which I must PROTECT my child (are my arms strong)? Can I put my own needs, fears or feelings aside in order to HONOR the human being before me (is my heart full )?" This moment--and these questions--might just give you some new insight. The conflict might subside (even just a bit). And moment by moment, day by day, you'll slog through these tough times together.

Remember: there is no one answer when it comes to raising children. (Tweet This) Every child--and every situation, struggle, family crisis--is unique; we are never (ever) prepared for any of it. When we step back and evaluate--when we ask ourselves these quick questions before deciding how to act or react--we do our kids, ourselves and our families a great service.

It is, of course, vital not to check out completely (read here about why Mama Bear--and all her hibernation--fails as our role model when the kids hit puberty). After taking our time-out, asking these three questions and considering our options, we must check back in with our teenagers. Whether it's time to give consequences, listen without judging, give them some independence or cut them some slack, we must check back in. A time-out can be productive when we use our new perspective to help make things better for everyone.

Stay strong, parents. As always, we all shine on. I’d love to know how this version of the parent time-out works for you.


Read More:

If you'd like to read an example of champion parenting (the tale of a dad who knows, protects and honors his daughter), please see Surf's Up; Dig Deep.

For a colorful story about how to see things in new ways when we're stuck in a rut, please read this post about the eBook release of my children's book, Bella Bug Says, 'Let Me See!'

And for more on how to step away when teens stop making sense, please check out We Are Too Old to Suffer Fools.

 

 

 

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7 Things Parents Can Do to Protect Their Teenagers

Lisa Lane September 8, 2015

Farewell, Mama Bear: We Need New Role Models.

As you may know, I think parents of adolescents need new role models because we share Mama Bear's instincts to hibernate. During these troubling times (all those hormones and all that attitude, wreaking so much havoc in our once-happy homes!), it is especially important to stay awake. As I will remind you again and again, we walk a fine line every day. We try to find the balance between giving our kids independence and helping them when they need it. Between cutting them loose and keeping them safe. Between loving them and strangling them. Most days are a three-ring circus and it's tough to know where to focus. But sometimes--when our kids are in real and present danger--the picture becomes clear. Sometimes we need to step back and let them fail. Other times we need to step in and reinforce the boundaries teenagers so desperately need.

One of the new role models I offer is the soldier: vigilant, tough, strong -- I hope you'll read all about in this post. But practical advice is the best kind, so here are some Keepin'-It-Real Tips on reinforcing the boundaries that keep our teenagers safe. 

Seven Things You May Find Yourself Doing If You Want to Protect Your Teenagers:

1. Staying awake, sober, and fully dressed late into a Saturday night

...because your child has been invited to--God help us--a boy-girl sleepover party. Despite the wicked inconvenience of it all,  you let your kid go to the party. But you drive whatever distance it takes to make certain all chicks are bodily secured within the roost at a reasonable hour.

2. Saying THIS to your kid:

"Well, we have decided that smoking marajuana is absolutely forbidden, because it hurts your fourteen-year-old brain. We will be conducting random THC tests at home. We know there's a lot of pressure, and you are welcome to tell your friends about the evil  duo at home keeping you on the straight and narrow. We can take it -- put it on us. But you will not be smoking weed."

[2A. Administering pee-tests at home]

3. Spending a day back in high school

Oh, boy, I love this one. Certain parents of wayward youth arrange to accompany the little hooligan to a full day of school. They promise to sit quietly in the back of the class, just to observe, in order to get an accurate perspective, don't you know. [Hint: only ONCE did this beautiful proposition come to fruition in my classroom. The real threat--time taken off from work, honest availability and willingness on behalf of the parent--in every other case was enough to change the problem behavior, and fast. Brilliant.]

4. Throwing money down the drain

As it is with toddlers, some natural consequences make the whole family suffer. (Such as no meals out for a month if you don't eat that seven-dollar mac-and-cheese you ordered. . . .) When teenagers push your boundaries too hard, they might miss out on: dances, concerts, parties, trips, and other excellent opportunities for which you have already paid. Ouch.

Semper Fi; band of brothers; no one left behind. Stay strong, soldier-parents. If it hurts you, it probably hurts them even more. (Tweet this) Consider it an investment in their future. You pay happily for piano lessons; pay cheerfully for life lessons, too.

5. Taking abuse

...because everyone else is going. Because you are so out-of-touch, so un-cool, so unreasonable and ridiculous and insensitive. Remember: the shape of their rebellion takes the shape of your soul. It gets personal. Teenagers denied their privileges (technology, vehicles, social lives) act not unlike inmates during a riot.

You have the protective gear of perspective, because you are not a teenager. You have the armor of adulthood. Sometimes, it helps to visualize yourself strapping on shield and sword. Channel whatever source of strength you have. You can take it, parents; soldier on!

6. Repeating yourself

...like, times a million. During certain points in their miserable development, these human beings are simply (physically, mentally, spiritually) incapable of processing things (please click to read more: when 14-year-olds say they don't know why they didn't turn in their homework, they are not lying!) Forgive them; get used to the infernal sound of your own voice.

Keep saying those things you know really matter: hats off at the table; eye contact; please and thank-you; go to bed; pick up your crap, do the dishes, mow the lawn, be nice to your sister. And then keep on... turn in your homework; don't drink or do drugs; take responsibility; tell the truth; pull up your pants; pull down your miniskirt; use your words . . . oh, I don't have to tell you. Securing the perimeters is a tedious task, indeed.

7. Suffering endless inconveniences

Again with the driving. Few things shock a teenager into reality better than the revoked freedom of the car. Reverting to the role of taxi-driver for a couple weeks seems inconceivable, but you can do it. Likewise distasteful: the idea of being on-call for kids who need to leave parties--no questions asked--if you have promised such a thing. It takes the steel of a soldier to resist asking those questions, but shut your trap; drive everyone home; never regret it. It is also inconvenient to deal with adolescent whining when we prevent them from using their electronics, hanging out with their friends and grounding them old-school-style from fun stuff. It's inconvenient to make them follow through with their chores and to check up on their schoolwork from time to time just to make sure they haven't strayed too far down the garden path. Inconvenient, all of it, but our kids are worth it every time.

Soldier on, intrepid parents. If we KNOW, PROTECT and HONOR our teenagers, we win the battle also known as adolescence.

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In Loco Parentis: Gratitude for the Villagers Helping to Raise Our Teens

Lisa Lane August 21, 2015

in loco parentis: in the place of a parent. Legal: allowing institutions such as colleges and schools to act in the best interests of the students (although not allowing what would be considered violations of the students' civil liberties) 

Last week my friend Aimee was fit to be tied: her daughter's violin teacher had lost his patience and his cool before a big competition. Young Lara (an accomplished musician, up for college scholarships and summer fellowships) had approached the teacher with a complaint--nay, a suggestion! a mere request!--and the teacher had not taken it well. He had, in fact, blown up at Lara and the girl was devastated. The two have been together for more than half her life; the teacher is coach, mentor, therapist, family friend, trusted confidante. He cares as much about Lara's success as anyone and has guided her brilliantly thus far. But the recent scene at the concert hall had Aimee (understandably) tied up in knots. As she narrated the ugly confrontation, my old teacher-vision kicked in and I saw the scene from a slightly different perspective (the teacher's). I'm sharing here what I said to Aimee because she appreciated the new point-of-view. Maybe it will help you, too.

If you've been reading this blog, you know how often I remind you to forgive. First of all, I recommend forgiving our children for being adolescents. I insist we parents remember to forgive ourselves. And now I shall remind you how important it is to forgive the villagers helping to raise our children.

If you are lucky, your kids will find mentors along the path to adulthood. Teachers, coaches, neighbors and friends share the yoke of helping our kids navigate the world. Mentors do work parents cannot do. First of all, they are not us. Our kids are not biologically compelled to reject every single word their mentors say. Because they don't have to rebel against these other adults, it's a simpler (and usually more pleasant) relationship. Secondly, teachers and coaches and mentors see our kids way more objectively than we do. To a teenager in the midst of a (totally normal, absolutely necessary) identity crisis, this outsider-perspective feels really good. They're more free to try on quirky personae, test off-color jokes or divulge the deepest secrets of their souls to people who are not their parents. That's just the way it is during these crazy years.

It can be really hard not to be jealous of these other grown-ups. Even when we acknowledge the guidance they give and the value they add to our children's lives, it is really, really tough not to resent them. I am begging you: let that go. It's an adolescent's job to need us less and less. If we  know and trust the other adults to whom they turn during these crazy years, let us thank our lucky stars! When they call teachers and coaches their "second parents," let us get down on our knees and be grateful for our prodigious fortune--this job is too damned tough to do alone. Parents, please, please make room for all the willing parenting partners who cross your path!

Even when there is no jealousy--when the parents of a teenager love and trust and support the mentor--the relationship can be complicated, challenging and demanding of expansive forgiveness. Lara's violin teacher temporarily lost his distance, his objective point-of-view. Lara's request in fact was a signal of her burgeoning independence. She needs less instruction from her coach at competitions these days (because he has prepared her so well for so many years). And when he heard this, the teacher reacted much like a parent would. He felt threatened, insulted, freaked-out by her not needing him. He felt challenged. The teacher had in fact become in loco parentis when it came to the violin. When I pointed this out to Aimee, I watched relief sweep over her face and body. (The teacher had almost immediately been contrite and embarrassed by his reaction, so healing had already begun for all of them, but looking at it from the teacher's point of view helped everything make more sense for my friend and her gifted daughter.)

As we kick off the new school year, let's remember: teachers are people too (as are coaches, club leaders, grandparents, trainers . . . ). When they are especially invested in our children's lives, it gets personal. When one of these blessed mentors acts badly, let us first consider things from their side of the street. And then, always--of course--let us investigate further and KNOW what's going on. We have no tolerance for abuse, emotional torture or dangerous behavior by adults in position of trust. But if longtime, trusted mentors misbehave, it's worth considering the relationships they have built with our progeny. If they are truly invested in our kids, they are probably emotionally and personally entangled on some level (much like a parent). We should demand positive, healthy, life-affirming relationships. Absolutely. But if every now and again a "good" teacher or coach seems to go off the deep end, consider the possibility that our goofy kids might have pushed them. And--within reason and the bonds of human decency--let's try to forgive them.

Meanwhile, thank you: to all the parents who continue to share their children with me. Your generosity overwhelms me. They don't really like me better than you and I endeavor always to remind them how very much you love them (as you've noticed, once they hit 20 or so they start to like their actual parents a whole lot more). Thank you to all you kids--formerly awkward teens, now increasingly mature, sensible and gorgeous grown-ups--who let me parent you, who help me understand my own kids, who keep me younger and bring me joy. Thank you thank you thank you--from the bottom of my humble heart--to all the coaches, teachers, aunties and uncles, neighbors, grandparents and friends who have helped us raise our boys. Tal and I mean it 100%: we could not do it without you!

(Also, on a related note, from a former high-school teacher: Remember chipping in for--even hand-crafting--classroom teacher gifts? Back in the elementary-school years, when everybody liked kids and school and everything was more precious in every way? In most high schools across America, this lovely habit is abandoned. And with all the teachers and chaos and over-scheduling of adolescence, I get it. I'm just saying, every once in a while if you toss a $5 Starbucks card or an afternoon iced tea in the direction of a beleaguered secondary teacher, you might make a WORLD of difference. It's pretty thankless work, y'all.)

[For more on the important role of MENTORS in our teenagers' lives, please read this post: Role Models Who HONOR: Sage on a Mountaintop. To book a speaking engagement on how to find the Fine Line between loving and strangling teenagers, please contact me!]

 

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Back-to-School reminder: parenting is hard but worth it.

Lisa Lane August 18, 2015

“We hated her! Mr. Filholm, you don’t understand! We hated her! We wanted to bring her down!” These actual words were uttered to my husband by one of my all-time favorite students, now a grown-up man visiting his hometown for a long weekend. They were spoken over a lovely dinner in the company of friends, with no trace of lingering animosity. The student and I had long since made our peace, of course; he had in fact become like a big brother to our young boys. But it was a great reminder of how every school year with seniors begins.

Welcome back to school, parents of teenagers! Isn't it just the Most Wonderful Time of the Year? Right now--while the school supplies are still fresh and Homecoming Week glimmers on the horizon--let's take a moment to consider what our kids are doing in those hallowed halls of High School. It's bound to get messy as the year unfolds. They're apt to resent a lot of the upcoming year and so are you. Before we know it, the school year grows stale and we're all juggling the demands of academics, activities and adolescent angst. Here's an insider's look at what teachers think they're doing and why. It's also a good priority-check. Parents and teenagers alike tend to get mired in daily details and lose sight of the big picture.

Although some students remember me fondly (enough to spend grown-up time with me and my family), I was not the kind of teacher who inspired a life-long romance with literature. As I reminded them often, I didn't give a whit how much they liked a book (only I didn’t say “whit”). We had bigger fish to fry. Namely, I wanted my students to graduate with a solid command of language and rhetoric. I wanted to see improvement in their ability to make and de-construct an argument. More specifically, I wanted to strengthen their B.S.-detectors so they would have shelter against the arguments preying constantly upon their beautiful brains. Most high-school students would rather talk about anything besides grammar. Literary analysis interests them only slightly more. Discussions of tone, theme, purpose--and God forbid syntax or diction--inspire resentment, apathy, even violence in the average teenager. And yet, nearly every day of my teaching career, I insisted on talking about grammar and analysis. And it was awful. I didn’t care how deeply the Twilight series moved them personally; I wanted to know if they could protect themselves from the barrage of arguments aimed squarely at them, 24/7. It was drills, diagrams and repetitive, scaffolded exercises. All. Day. Long. They hated me. They wanted to bring me down. Why not change tack? Why make it so rough for myself and unpleasant for them? Why sail against rough winds instead of taking the smoother course of young-adult lit and how it makes kids feel? Because their brains are worth it. Because, by God, they became better writers and readers because of it. Maybe they’ll know when a politician or advertiser or newscaster is selling them down the river with a logical fallacy. The end justifies the means for this teacher: no regrets. It was worth it, being reviled for a few months, because I had some spectacular outcomes in mind as I began each year.

I have asked you to try and remember your teenagers as they were when they were toddlers. In fact, let’s go back even further. Take a moment and recall the sweet brand-new smell of your infant son or daughter. When we carried their little car seats across the threshold to establish our families, the future looked bright indeed. When they are babies, our dreams for them are simple and expansive. We want our children to be happy. We hope they will enjoy their time on the big blue marble. We hope they will feel loved and useful and full of joy. We hope they will do well in the world and we hope they will do good. We can’t really imagine what shape they will take—nor which course they will chart—and we don’t much care. We know with everything we have how amazing, beautiful and possibly enchanted our children are; we trust the universe will respond appropriately. We worry less at this stage about ACT scores or which medical school they attend. We care less about which scum-bag friends they bring home or what hideous video game they want to play. Backward planning for little children—what we wish for their futures—is painted with broad, happy strokes. Somewhere along the line (I blame the puberty hormones), we lose this sunny perspective and forget our goals.

While the luster of Back-to-School still shines brightly and the backpacks are still free of moldy leftovers, let's take a deep breath and keep the end in mind. It's rarely easy, raising the adults we hope our children will someday be. Let's try to remember teachers share our goals; let's all slog through the school year together and trust our kids are worth it in the end. They are worth the headache of reinforcing their boundaries and their curfews. They're worth the arguments when we monitor their homework, sleep intake, web browsing and video games. Don't worry about being liked by your teenagers--especially as the school year revs into high gear. Worry about why they're worth it.

[For more on why I taught grammar to kids who didn't care, please read Gimme Shelter. To read about how teenagers are the new toddlers, check out Handle with Care. And for a good reminder of what high school is really like, refer to Parts One, Two and Three of "Notes from the Teenager Trenches!"]

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