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By Viara, on March 20th, 2012

Every week, Julian brings home books from the school library. (Some are in French!) I look forward each week to see what he picked. This week he brought home “Oh, the places you’ll go.” Oh, how I love him so!
In looking for a passage from this Dr. Seuss book (by far my favorite of his) to quote for you, I got lost! There is so much meaning there that I can’t say much except “read it for yourselves!” and gasp. In all seriousness, nothing of this post may mean anything if you haven’t read it.
If I simply told you that Dr. Seuss captured all of life, all of its turmoils, ups-and-downs, and its potential, you may think it prosaic. Lame, even. But it’s not…
“And when you’re in a Slump,
you’re not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.”
There: I quoted one.
And I’m happy to say that I’ve un-slumped myself. It may have been the exercise regimen I began in early February. It may be the mild winter. It may be that Christmas marked the peak of this (school) year of turmoil, bringing us (our family) all one step closer to my completion. The completion of the thesis. It may be life, in its routines, that now seems to flow more easily than it did back in October. It may be the reduction in work-related emails (it probably is!).
Whatever it is, I feel un-slumped. And although our family will still no doubt encounter some darkened windows and streets that are not marked (no, really, read the book.) I’ve come to terms with my Waiting Place.
We’re waiting on many things. Mostly, we’re waiting to find out where we will be come end of June. Will it be the Netherlands? Or Montreal? Or Somewhere Unimagined?
I don’t yet know. But wherever we go, we’ll get there!
By Viara, on March 1st, 2012
I just came across an article on obesity in children. Perhaps not surprisingly, it turns out that mothers who are more pushy or bossy around snacktime tend to have more obese children later on.
I got to thinking about this. In my culture (traditionally), eating is paramount. Both of my grandmothers fixate on making sure everyone has enough to eat. I’m fairly sure I’m not talking only about Bulgarians, here. I think this applies to the older generation of just about any culture. But what is happening with this now? Now, you have an overabundance of food. Couple that with frequent snacks. And bossy moms who demand that their children eat it all up? This is the recipe for obesity.
So, it looks like different times call for different parenting strategies.
By Viara, on February 27th, 2012
I’ve raved before about Martin Seligman, world-known positive psychologist and the man behind concepts like “learned helplessness”. So it was with pleasure that I read this passage, from an interview he gave about his book “Authentic Happiness“:
What was the epiphany that led you to study happiness?
Almost everything I’ve done that involved big changes in life has happened in a flash. This happened when my daughter Nikki and I were gardening, and she was just five. I should confess that when I garden, I’m goal-directed, time-urgent. Nikki was throwing weeds in the air and dancing around, and I yelled at her. She came back to me and said, “Daddy, do you remember before I was five, I whined all the time, I whined everyday? Did you notice that since my fifth birthday I haven’t whined at all?” I said, Yes, Nikki. “Well, Daddy, that was because on my birthday I decided I wasn’t going to whine anymore. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. And if I can stop whining, you can stop being so grumpy!”
In a flash I saw three things: first that she was right about me, I really was a nimbus cloud, and probably any success I had in life was probably not due to being a grouch but was in spite of it. And I saw that our usual theory of child-rearing was incorrect. I realized my job with Nikki was not to correct her errors but to take this virtue that she had just shown and somehow amplify it, help her use it as a buffer against troubles. That raised the question of strength and virtue.
And finally I realized that my profession was half-baked, that the baked part was about suffering, but the unbaked part was about positive emotion and virtue and positive institutions. In that moment, in a classical religious sense, I acquired a mission. And that mission is still with me, it’s what I’ve been doing full-time since 1998.
I don’t think he’s advocating letting your kids do whatever they want. But I think for me it’s more about not getting so fixed in the correcting, instructing, fixing, yelling mode of parenting that we become like dark clouds over our children’s happiness.
By Viara, on February 19th, 2012
A year and three weeks ago today, my parents happened to be in Cairo during what would become a historic moment for the people of Egypt – the beginning of a revolution that would topple the regime not only there, but which would set off a chain reaction to many others around Africa. Many are still fighting the bloody fight for freedom and democracy.
Here are some photos of parents doing normal parent things in Cairo in Feb 2011.





I also just stumbled across a blog post dedicated to parenting in Egypt during the revolution. Check it out.
I am fascinated by this not only because I, too, lived through a small revolution. At age ten, I became witness to the demise of the communist regime in Bulgaria, and I felt it – pride, excitement, trepidation…
But I am fascinated by this because I now realize that looking from the outside, it’s impossible to imagine how it feels to be there. During a revolution. How the children internalize and relate to it. How they internalize the horrors, how they move on.
I recently caught a glimpse of this reality when reading “Childhood interrupted: portraits of a revolution in Syria,” a piece which appeared in the Toronto Star last week.
As a child, wide-eyed and accepting, everything moves and changes quickly even in normal times. So how must things be during a revolution. What is normal during a revolution? What moves and what is constant?
I remember one thing: my sense of national pride budded and swelled that winter. A ten-year old true-to-heart patriot was born.
Here’s to all the young patriots around the world – may you sleep soundly and peacefully tonight



By Viara, on February 13th, 2012

It’s fitting that I’m currently reading about cross-cultural parenting, as I am beefing up my thesis intro. I came across an article by Marc Bornstein (a world-known scholar of mother-infant relations and infant development). He contrasts Japanese and American (and presumably Canadian) culture, and I thought I’d share some interesting snippets. I love his descriptions:
“America is typically characterized as an ethnically heterogeneous, self-assertive and doggedly individualistic, future-oriented society. By contrast, Japan is commonly pictured as an ethnically homogeneous and an inward, traditional society where people are largely devoted to collectivity and to the harmony of group identity.”
Doggedly individualist. Future-oriented. That’s what we are. I must admit I struggle with competing demands of my own two cultures: Bulgarian and Canadian. This has become ever-prevalent since I became a mother… My individualism fights against my willingness to connect, to be part of a collective and harmonious group… Bornstein goes on:
“The peoples of Japan and America are exceptionally like-minded in terms of their consensual child-centeredness. Despite recent rapid modernization, however, Japan remains a culturally insulated society in terms of family life, and a value system dating from ancient China continues to underpin conceptions of child-rearing (Azuma, 1986; Kojima, 1986). Thus, Japanese and American parents appear to perceive and treat very young children in fundamentally different ways. The Japanese mother is widely believed to see her infant as an extension of herself, and to organize her interactions so as to consolidate and strengthen a mutual dependence between herself and her infant. By contrast, the American mother is widely believed to promote autonomy in her infant, and to organize her interactions so as to foster physical and verbal independence in the child.”

We already know North American mothers value autonomy. We must know this, for almost all mother-infant interactions in our western culture are geared toward encouraging infants to pursue and achieve autonomous goals. There is a fair amount of object-playing, too, in our cultures, which is also meant to encourage autonomy.
It isn’t as though there are inherently good and bad approaches to this thing we call mothering, right? I mean, aside from neglect and abuse, we’ve discovered that a vast amount of cross-cultural variation exists.
Here are more differences:
Patience, persistence, and accommodation are virtues promoted among Japanese schoolchildren, whereas originality, exploration, and self-assertion are characteristics encouraged among their American counterparts. Japanese mothers expected early mastery of emotional maturity, self-control, and social courtesy in their preschoolers, where American mothers expected early mastery of verbal competence and individual action in theirs.

On this one, I side with Japanese moms. I expect social courtesy, perhaps at the risk of sounding like a wench at times. I’ve been known to yell or have a stern talking-to when my children run in front of an elderly person (or any person, for that matter). Or when in general they don’t look out around them. I don’t believe that kids will notice these things until they’re reminded a million times, but I think that’s more reason to remind them! Being an individual is fine, as long as you keep yourself firmly grounded to this Earth – the place you have to share with others.

I must in fairness mention this article is from 1989.
By Viara, on February 6th, 2012

An article in the Taipei Times last year reported that nearly 40% of Taiwanese children feel they have “uneasy” relationships with their parents. Some staggering statistics followed:
- 35 % of respondents said their parents did not come home from work until after 8pm
- 71 % of children said they were able to tell their mother about their concerns
- 50 % of respondents said they spent less than 30 minutes talking with their parents every day
- more than 20 % said that they spent on average less than 10 minutes talking to their parents every day (!!)
I’m sure this isn’t happening just in Taiwan. Here are a few pics of parents and grandparents with their kids in Taipei, appearing quite like parents all over the world.




Parents everywhere: take time to talk to your kids. Listen and learn from your kids!
By Viara, on February 2nd, 2012
As promised, this month we’re bringing you pictures of parents doing normal parent-things around the world. Here is our first, of a mother and her daughter in Dubai, 2011.

Dubai is one of the emirates of the United Arab Emirates (UAE), with a population of just over two million.
An interesting fact: an estimated 94% of households in the emirates employ hired help such as nannies or maids to help with raising the children. This is such a problem, apparently, that the UAE has built a university in Ajman (another of the emirates) called “The University College for Mothering and Family Science”. There, one can earn a bachelors in “mothering science.” Cool!
Dr Nizar al Ani, the director of the university, said
“Motherhood is a profession which needs to be studied. This is specifically important in our society because of the high speed of change: nowadays, how to be a good mother is not merely passed from mother to daughter.”
I think he speaks of the rest of the world more than he suspects.
What do you think about this? And what about graduate degrees in mothering (wink)?
By Viara, on February 1st, 2012
F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote one of my favorite novels of all time – The Great Gatsby. This also happens to be one of the world’s favorite novels.
And he was a bohemian of sorts, a major alcoholic, a troubled soul who was part of the Lost Generation. Look it up if you like.
But he was also a father. And this is what he wrote to his daughter:
To Frances Scott Fitzgerald August 8, 1933 La Paix, Rodgers’ Forge, Towson, Maryland,
Dear Pie:
I feel very strongly about you doing duty. Would you give me a little more documentation about your reading in French? I am glad you are happy—but I never believe much in happiness. I never believe in misery either. Those are things you see on the stage or the screen or the printed page, they never really happen to you in life.
All I believe in in life is the rewards for virtue (according to your talents) and the punishments for not fulfilling your duties, which are doubly costly. If there is such a volume in the camp library, will you ask Mrs. Tyson to let you look up a sonnet of Shakespeare’s in which the line occurs Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
Have had no thoughts today, life seems composed of getting up a Saturday Evening Post story. I think of you, and always pleasantly; but if you call me “Pappy” again I am going to take the White Cat out and beat his bottom hard, six times for every time you are impertinent. Do you react to that?
I will arrange the camp bill.
Half-wit, I will conclude. Things to worry about:
Worry about courage
Worry about cleanliness
Worry about efficiency
Worry about horsemanship…
Things not to worry about:
Don’t worry about popular opinion
Don’t worry about dolls
Don’t worry about the past
Don’t worry about the future
Don’t worry about growing up
Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you
Don’t worry about triumph
Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault
Don’t worry about mosquitoes
Don’t worry about flies
Don’t worry about insects in general
Don’t worry about parents
Don’t worry about boys
Don’t worry about disappointments
Don’t worry about pleasures
Don’t worry about satisfactions
Things to think about:
What am I really aiming at?
How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to:
(a) Scholarship
(b) Do I really understand about people and am I able to get along with them?
(c) Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it?
With dearest love,
I love this list, as both a parent and a daughter.
Some of these we’ve heard many times. Adults always tell you when you’re a kid that you shouldn’t wish to grow up, that it will come around quickly enough. ‘Tis too true. Interesting that he talked about cleanliness and keeping your body useful, not neglecting, while himself struggling with substance abuse.
Anyway, I saw this list on another brief editorial and then I found the actual letter (and others he wrote) here.
So, my dear pies, which parts of this letter do you like? Have you ever used these on your kids? Are some of them too old fashioned, or is the advice he gave in 1933 still true today?
Leave a comment and share your thoughts
By Viara, on January 31st, 2012

No, those aren’t my abs…
Before I became pregnant with my last baby, I had been regularly attending the gym for over a year. I was finally starting to feel fit, energetic, on top of the world.
Then I got pregnant, and 3 months of morning sickness broke my gym habits. I just simply quit, cold turkey.
Fast forward ALMOST TWO YEARS! Aside from some baby-related exercises, and daily walks to my son’s school, I am fairly dormant.
I recently celebrated my birthday, and two of the gifts I got were fitness related. The incentives are aligning.
I have been talking about yoga/hot pilates, but… the ones I’d have to do start at 6:45pm and go until 8pm. And if you know or suspect anything about children, then you’ll know this is when they eat/bathe/read stories with you/bond with you, etc. I can’t steal that time.
Anyway, there has to be something I can do from home that will be a good, motivating thing. Right?
And I’ve found it! It’s the 30 day fitness challenge, on BodyRockTV.com ! Lisa, the girl that runs these, seems like a total little energy bunny and she’s sweet and non-intimidating. The idea is, you do these 7-min work-outs every day (in addition to whatever else you do or don’t do that day), and you track your progress over 30 days. I think the point is, after a month you’ll see improvements and keep going!
So I did it today. It worked out great. Rainy Day watched me the whole seven minutes, sometimes laughing, sometimes scrunching his eyebrows like he was trying to figure out exactly what was going on. But he was there, right next to me, and I didn’t need a babysitter, or a gym with child-care, or to go to a separate room. So easy! These logistical things make a huge differences, particularly if you’re a stay-at-home mom.
So in the spirit of motivation, I’m going to propose we all do these together!
It’s 30 days! And it’s only 7 minutes per day! What do you say?
You can feel free to post your fitness results on the comments below, or just keep them for your own records. I guarantee if we stick with this, after 30 days we’ll see personal improvements! I just did my first one, and I still feel shaky – an hour after the workout!
So here are my numbers. No judging!
Squat Jumps: 30
Push Ups: 19 (girlies)
Burpees: 9
High Knees: 115
Switch Lunges: 21 (some simple lunges toward the end)
Tuck Jumps: 18
Straight Abs: 9 (!!! Clearly I have a lot of work here)
If you need help on form with these exercises, watch the video !
Good luck!
By Viara, on January 29th, 2012
On the road to delivery of this thesis, I’m now at a firm 7 cm dilation.
In the two months since I’ve last written here, there have been steps forward. I’ve applied for two fellowship applications, which were whirlwind days on days on days. Without end, CV preparations, and proposals, and emails to prospective supervisors. And asking nice, and sleepless nights.
There were holidays, too. Video games, and magical moments with the kids. Great food, birthdays.
Long walks through blustery, flurried weather to and from school; countless mitts and hats and scarves put on and taken off. And lost. And then retrieved.
Many coffees, some strong, some disgustingly diluted, nearly like Tim’s. Many Caesars. Some chocolate near-comas.
Big ol’ to-do lists. Some unfinished. Inspiring days, cosy days, then totally demotivating days.
MLS house searches, canadamortgage.com planning. Dreaming. Daydreaming.
It’s nearly the end of January – or Marchuary, as the news refer to this mild month of spring-like weather – and I’m feeling good.
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