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Why Are American Kids So Spoiled? (The New Yorker) → newyorker.com

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via The New Yorker:

In 2004, Carolina Izquierdo, an anthropologist at the University of California, Los Angeles, spent several months with the Matsigenka, a tribe of about twelve thousand people who live in the Peruvian Amazon. The Matsigenka hunt for monkeys and parrots, grow yucca and bananas, and build houses that they roof with the leaves of a particular kind of palm tree, known as a kapashi. At one point, Izquierdo decided to accompany a local family on a leaf-gathering expedition down the Urubamba River.

A member of another family, Yanira, asked if she could come along. Izquierdo and the others spent five days on the river. Although Yanira had no clear role in the group, she quickly found ways to make herself useful. Twice a day, she swept the sand off the sleeping mats, and she helped stack the kapashi leaves for transport back to the village. In the evening, she fished for crustaceans, which she cleaned, boiled, and served to the others. Calm and self-possessed, Yanira “asked for nothing,” Izquierdo later recalled. The girl’s behavior made a strong impression on the anthropologist because at the time of the trip Yanira was just six years old.

While Izquierdo was doing field work among the Matsigenka, she was also involved in an anthropological study closer to home. A colleague of hers, Elinor Ochs, had recruited thirty-two middle-class families for a study of life in twenty-first-century Los Angeles. Ochs had arranged to have the families filmed as they ate, fought, made up, and did the dishes.

Izquierdo and Ochs shared an interest in many ethnographic issues, including child rearing. How did parents in different cultures train young people to assume adult responsibilities? In the case of the Angelenos, they mostly didn’t. In the L.A. families observed, no child routinely performed household chores without being instructed to. Often, the kids had to be begged to attempt the simplest tasks; often, they still refused. In one fairly typical encounter, a father asked his eight-year-old son five times to please go take a bath or a shower. After the fifth plea went unheeded, the father picked the boy up and carried him into the bathroom. A few minutes later, the kid, still unwashed, wandered into another room to play a video game.

In another representative encounter, an eight-year-old girl sat down at the dining table. Finding that no silverware had been laid out for her, she demanded, “How am I supposed to eat?” Although the girl clearly knew where the silverware was kept, her father got up to get it for her.

In a third episode captured on tape, a boy named Ben was supposed to leave the house with his parents. But he couldn’t get his feet into his sneakers, because the laces were tied. He handed one of the shoes to his father: “Untie it!” His father suggested that he ask nicely.

“Can you untie it?” Ben replied. After more back-and-forth, his father untied Ben’s sneakers. Ben put them on, then asked his father to retie them. “You tie your shoes and let’s go,’’ his father finally exploded. Ben was unfazed. “I’m just asking,’’ he said.

A few years ago, Izquierdo and Ochs wrote an article for Ethos, the journal of the Society of Psychological Anthropology, in which they described Yanira’s conduct during the trip down the river and Ben’s exchange with his dad. “Juxtaposition of these developmental stories begs for an account of responsibility in childhood,” they wrote. Why do Matsigenka children “help their families at home more than L.A. children?” And “Why do L.A. adult family members help their children at home more than do Matsigenka?” Though not phrased in exactly such terms, questions like these are being asked—silently, imploringly, despairingly—every single day by parents from Anchorage to Miami. Why, why, why?

With the exception of the imperial offspring of the Ming dynasty and the dauphins of pre-Revolutionary France, contemporary American kids may represent the most indulged young people in the history of the world. It’s not just that they’ve been given unprecedented amounts of stuff—clothes, toys, cameras, skis, computers, televisions, cell phones, PlayStations, iPods. (The market for Burberry Baby and other forms of kiddie “couture” has reportedly been growing by ten per cent a year.) They’ve also been granted unprecedented authority. “Parents want their kids’ approval, a reversal of the past ideal of children striving for their parents’ approval,” Jean Twenge and W. Keith Campbell, both professors of psychology, have written. In many middle-class families, children have one, two, sometimes three adults at their beck and call. This is a social experiment on a grand scale, and a growing number of adults fear that it isn’t working out so well: according to one poll, commissioned by Time and CNN, two-thirds of American parents think that their children are spoiled.

The notion that we may be raising a generation of kids who can’t, or at least won’t, tie their own shoes has given rise to a new genre of parenting books. Their titles tend to be either dolorous (“The Price of Privilege”) or downright hostile (“The Narcissism Epidemic,” “Mean Moms Rule,” “A Nation of Wimps”). The books are less how-to guides than how-not-to’s: how not to give in to your toddler, how not to intervene whenever your teen-ager looks bored, how not to spend two hundred thousand dollars on tuition only to find your twenty-something graduate back at home, drinking all your beer.

Not long ago, Sally Koslow, a former editor-in-chief of McCall’s, discovered herself in this last situation. After four years in college and two on the West Coast, her son Jed moved back to Manhattan and settled into his old room in the family’s apartment, together with thirty-four boxes of vinyl LPs. Unemployed, Jed liked to stay out late, sleep until noon, and wander around in his boxers. Koslow set out to try to understand why he and so many of his peers seemed stuck in what she regarded as permanent “adultescence.” She concluded that one of the reasons is the lousy economy. Another is parents like her…

(Read the rest of the article: http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/books/2012/07/02/120702crbo_books_kolbert#ixzz1yybhHEyP)

This is a great article.

Jun 27, 2012215 notes
Petunia Pickle Bottom Diaper Bags on SALE!

These bags are so adorable and I wish I would’ve considered one when I was pregnant and shopping for one. They’re on Amazon’s MyHabit website (which I love!). And they just started this thing where I can finally refer people and get credit (just click on the link here)! I’ve gotten See Kai Run shoes and super cute clothing and awesome toys for Logan and gifts for about half the price from MyHabit. They have a women’s, men’s, and home section too. Today they also have Barn Organics for kids on sale. Warning though—visiting this site at 9am PST has become a daily thing for me.

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#petunia pickle bottom #amazon myhabit #myhabit
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Currently...

-Knee deep in first birthday party planning (and executing!) craziness. I want this day to be special. I have visions, and I want those visions to materialize. I know she won’t remember it and she’ll be just as happy with whatever else we do but the thing is, I want to celebrate my girl. I want to celebrate the best year of my whole life thus far. So, really, the party is for me to show her my gratitude. That she came in to my life, and brought lots and lots of sunshine. And yes, the theme is “You are My Sunshine”.

-Burning lots of calories running after Logan. Whew! And what does she love best? Steps. And stairs. Anything she can climb. This girl is fearless!

-Recovering from strep throat. Now THAT came out of nowhere. I was almost incapacitated for a whole week and oh my goodness it’s so horrible not being able to swallow my own spit. Yech. But I’m much better now :)

-Getting much more sleep. Logan is sleeping through the night about half the time now. I had to fight the urge to check on her at midnight last night because I hadn’t heard a peep.

-Feeling very very nostalgic and doing lots of “this time last year…” stuff.

I’ve been asked about whether we’re planning #2, and we sort of are. But I want to get through Logan’s and my birthday first before I even get serious about that. I would really love to go wine tasting on my birthday (there’s a wine tasting weekend event just 10 mins from us). It’s one of the very few things I’ve missed in the last almost 2 years! So, most likely, we will really think about it this fall. We’ll see!

I hope you ladies have a wonderful week!

Jun 11, 20129 notes
On Baby Sleep (or lack thereof)

Logan has been sleeping longer and longer stretches at night, yet another sign that she’s getting to be a big girl. There was a point when I wanted to do some sleep training, and I did, but after a few times of trying (maybe 3?), I just felt that it wasn’t for us. One piece of advice kept popping in my head, and it was that if something is working for us, then why fix it? Truth be told, I don’t mind waking up at night to tend to Logan. I know that before long, she won’t need me anymore that this will break my heart. Yes, the bags under my eyes will probably disappear and my coffee consumption may diminish (and the Starbucks barista may miss me in the mornings), but I know that when she sleeps through the night, it is less time that I get to hold her and breathe her in. Don’t get me wrong though, when I do wake up in the middle of the night with her, I often don’t even open my eyes all the way because of exhaustion. But I go to her, and I let her fall asleep in my arms.

The day before we left for vacation, Logan slept for one 6hr stretch. I guess technically, that’s sleeping through the night. I knew then that this being the norm is just around the corner. And so, last night, she went to bed at 8:30. And she slept. And slept. And when I heard her cry, it was 5am. It is one day before she turns 11 months.

I know she will probably start teething soon (which will cause her to wake more), and she will likely catch another bug at daycare (which will cause her to wake more), but I feel that those nights will begin to be exceptions rather than our norm. Call me crazy, but I will miss our middle-of-the-night rendezvous.

But. I am also looking forward to getting a workout in in the evenings after she goes to bed. Or even maybe in the mornings as her routine settles into a new normal. And I guess this is also about the time mamas start to consider another baby since they are finally getting sleep again? Ha.

So, to the mamas out there who are longing for sleep, I will tell you what other mamas have told me before: it will come. And soon. Too soon.

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