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My first time on the radio! My voice sounds weird!
Here I talk about my experience going back to Korea as an adoptee, try to describe the problem of normative models, and hopefully share some insight into adoption and how adoptive parents can help their kids.
During the week, I prepare a syllabus for a fiction class I have to teach. I try to think about the basics of storytelling. It comes down to the story and the telling, I want to write. But this is of zero help. What is the fastest way to get to the quick of a piece? What is the fastest way I know of to publish, I was asked recently.
Serve your heart on a plate.
Not your literal heart. I want to make a Joe Biden joke here, but I’ll refrain. I mean, what was it that cut your heart out of you? Write about that. Leave your heart outside, in the cold; give it to someone else.
I tell my students: Make yourself vulnerable. Here are the times I was my worst self. I slammed my wife’s hand in a door. I wrote an essay about it. I told my parents they weren’t my real parents. I wrote an essay about that, too. I wanted to escape after the baby was born. I can’t stop writing about that fear. I tell my students: I know some of you are thinking, what can I give up that’s vulnerable enough but not too vulnerable? Go for the too vulnerable.
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"You need to be a lot more paranoid"
--our pediatrician, giving, in his mind, general parenting advice to my wife.
-bp
The saddest story of the Olympics, maybe the most human story, was that of Korean fencer Shin A-Lam. Shin was robbed of a chance at a gold medal by a clock malfunction. The clock stopped at one second, when Shin was winning the match by one point. The judge ruled for a one-second playoff. Shin...
So, I went to this thing on a mountain in Vermont with 250 writers called Breadloaf. And it was strange and exhausting and fun and reorienting and confusing and anxious and amazing and so on. It was a lot of adjectives. I split my lip open from pure tiredness and went swimming with my phone in a lake full of leaches. And, oh yeah, I was waiting tables the entire time, which is their way of giving a scholarship. I was running around meeting people on 3 hours sleep and going crazy and giddy and delirious. My brain rearranged. I mean, no baby and 250 writers for 11 days! I missed my wife and my baby hard, and then it was time to go home to them and I missed everyone at Breadloaf hard. And when I got home, my baby hid behind her mom and (pretended?) she didn’t recognize me. I came home and I didn’t know what I was doing, how I did anything I used to do, before, in the after. Here’s something I wrote about the time-warp.
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BOOM! Here’s an all new episode of Fighting with Babies, now in glorious HD.
It clocks in at about 90 seconds, so you have no excuse not to watch it.
How do we teach kids to work hard?
It's something I keep mulling over in my head. Megan Mayhew Bergman tried the example of the Olympics. It didn't go over so well. Sigh.
I'm trying to transition from "Good job" to "Good try," but I just want to hug my baby every time she does anything you could even remotely call a success.
You ate your food! Oh, how I love you!
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http://www.theatlantic.com/national/archive/2012/07/what-my-sons-disabilities-taught-me-about-having-it-all/260479/
Click on the above link and take ten minutes out of your life to read this. It is worth it. This is the kind of ten minutes of reading that are important, where you realize...
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In Training
We are sleep training.
Which, according to our sleep consultant, involves us being congratulated the longer we leave our son to work out his lack of self-soothing abilities in a dark room.
I'm sorry. I don't mean to color this with emotion.
Yes I do. What else is there?
Here's the biggest problem I have with this method (the method we avoided for 14 months, but is now all that is left): We are supposed to let non-sleeping babies lay. It doesn't matter how dramatic their cries are ("protest cries, not I-need-you cries" we're told). So, what's the difference between sitting here being absolutely torn to pieces by this exercise, and not being present? Meaning, if we leave our baby alone in a room, and then go get dinner, it's considered reckless and abandonment, but if we stay, it's considered "good parenting," and "the thing we all had to go through as parents."
How is it training when I'm not supposed to DO ANYTHING?
The Parys Family + Sleep Consultant
I've been absent lately.
Part of it is the typical strain of normal-guy-trying-to-blog-with-job-and-toddler, but it's also because I've felt a bit sheepish. Meaning: sleep around here has gotten so bad, I was afraid to admit anything to anyone for fear of looking like the worst dad ever.
About a month ago, we were desperate to move Alfie to his own room. A co-sleeper basically since day 1, we didn't want to shock him. The result was that he was still waking up multiple times a night, but instead of nursing, I was bending over the crib, patting his belly and consoling as best as I could. It really did seem to be working. He would be back asleep in about 10 minutes. That slowly progressed to 20 minutes, a half-hour, and then an hour, leaving me with numb legs, an incredibly sore back, and a baby who wasn't crying, but also wasn't asleep. I'd take one step towards the door, and BAM, he was standing up, screaming full-tilt. There's no going half-ass with this boy.
Two weeks ago, around 1:30am, Alfie woke up screaming. Before going to bed, my wife and I discussed what we figured was a level-headed strategy. If he woke up at 11:30, I'd go in and console. He'd been doing this pretty regularly, so we thought it'd be something to count on (WHY DO WE THINK WE CAN COUNT ON ANYTHING?). The point was, we didn't want to bring him out of the crib and into the bed before 3am. So, when he woke in between our plan, we had no idea what to do.
I realized: We are officially incapable of making good decisions for our chronically overtired son.
The next morning, I googled, and found a sleep consultant in the area. We booked the most comprehensive package they had about as fast as it took to scroll down the list of options.
(More on the consultation later. It's more cart-wheel than tumbl to include here.)
The point is: we had to admit we can't do this. My hope is that every parent has something they're terrible at, and when s/he looks around, notices that s/he seems to be the only one who "can't do it." Why am I paying someone to do something that everyone I talk to can do for free?
I'm banking on the fact that I'll be a whiz-bang awesome something-or-other down the road. Like, I may not be able to sleep train my son on my own, but dammit if I can't feed him an award-winning batch of orange-glazed tempeh.
That's about the best I have to offer on my own at this point.
-bp
photo, to accompany column: "Bringing a Baby to a Wedding"
Another column about a journey. It seems like every time we set out in a car, something strange happens to us, to make us fear for our daughter’s happiness. This column isn’t about us making it up to New Hampshire. It isn’t about the wedding—beautiful—or the feelings the ceremony brings up in Cathreen and me.
It’s about the heat, and the bees that swarm the reception. It’s about the ER. It’s about the fear that we are putting our daughter in precarious situations while we try to grasp onto the last bits of our old life. It’s about barely making it home. It’s about the miracle of home.
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JK Rowling is amazing, again.
just a way to get her kids out of her hair?
We have planned two parties for the weekend, to celebrate Grace’s first birthday, her 돌. 돌 is like an American’s 18th and 21st birthdays all at once, at least in that it is the birthday that matters most to her future, the birthday that means she will have a future. I have learned that there was a time in Korea when reaching one was a small miracle, a day the whole village celebrated. Part of the fun is that Grace will face a set of objects and choose, by symbols, who to become as an adult... READ MORE
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we need to either go to Dick & June's ice cream, or the alcohol store.
--my wife. yup. that's how it is over here in the Parys household.
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Baby Grace's first birthday, 돌잔치
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My latest column is up at the Good Men Project. My daughter was sick all week and we freaked out a little, the wife and I, about time and child-raising and so on.
Our daughter is closing in on a year and people keep saying, it goes so quick, like they know us, like they know what we are thinking, how we feel. It has been fast but it has been as slow as evolution always is. It is the slowest thing I have ever done, making that change, that mutation to survive. Now I have sleep gills, I have opposable love...
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