Category Archives: kids’ imagination

Surogate Amygdala Reporting For Duty

I was at a conference over the weekend where the presenter used a term I find fantastic to describe parenting.  She said parents are the young child’s “surrogate amygdala” while we attempt to teach our kids emotional control and how to make good decisions.  Children do not have the capacity to apply what they know about right and wrong to their decision making at the time.
The amigdala is an almond shaped part of the brain in the middle of our temporal lobes, and it plays a central role in our emotional learning.  The amigdala is the part of the brain which determines the prominence of memories which invokes fear and shame or pride and joy.  Not surprisingly, it takes until around the age of 25 for the amigdala to fully develop.
Until then parents must continue to watch their children do crazy things.    I noted she said men typically have larger amygdalae than women.  I know O is the most emotional of our kids by a wide margin which supports this assertion, and J chimed in confirming little boys cry more than little girls.  I guess society teaches us to choke down our emotions and “be a man.”  Still, I can not help but wonder if O’s brain damage as an infant will always leave him more susceptible to the often harshest of his emotions.
J and I will just have to live up to the surrogate roll.  I just hope we can do so teaching him we don’t pee on the carpet at the top of the stairs because it makes our parents angry even if our sister thinks it would be funny.  If we can stop such madness while still allowing the creative freedom of expression and comedy to think of dressing in a wedding dress and a Spiderman mask in order to save the day, then I will judge our surrogacy a success.
Spiderman's wedding dress provides the confusion needed for him to swoop in and save the day.
Spiderman’s wedding dress provides the confusion needed for him to swoop in and save the day.
Still sometimes, I find myself going back to my father-in-law’s words on the hardest part of parenting being “remembering to not get angry with a kid for acting their age.”  Perspective is difficult to maintain when a boy sprays a heating lamp with water and then describes how cool it was to have the light bulb explode.  Of all the dunderheaded things done by our children this week, this was the one I understood the best.  Curiosity can lead to unfortunate results, but at least it’s not malicious.  We all have to learn.  It’s just some things are better learned through logic, asking and stories than personal experimentation.
“Paging Surrogate Amygdala!  You are needed to instill proper fear of eye damage and burned down houses.”
Words of wisdom for patients and parents alike.
Words of wisdom for patients and parents alike.
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Rush of Expectations

The hardest part of the holidays is dealing with the perception of there being more which can be expected.  From the time we are children, we look forward to the holidays.  We expect our family to give a little extra.  No matter how much comes our way on a normal basis, we expect more.  In a lot of ways, I think this is the cruelest part of the holidays, that we should be so set up.

As parents, we try ever harder to come up with the perfect gifts for our kids to preserve their enjoyment and create a base of good memories to associate with time spent with family.  Sometimes, the wishes just become laughably extreme.

“A, how exactly do you expect Santa to get the BMW mini under the tree?”

“Well, you told us the story of Jimmy and Jen wanting horses.”   http://thelifewelllived.net/2011/10/07/positives-from-negatives-and-a-christmas-story-2/

Lest one think this is a problem only for kids, I have to admit I too fall victim to expectations game.  With more time off from work coming, I expect to feel better with more rest.  I should know better.  This is not how the game of life is played.  More time off work is more time in a loud home surrounded by excited happy kids, more time trying to meet expectations of family, more time thinking about deadlines I cannot meet at work, more time spent trying…  While holidays mean more of a lot of things, it is rarely more rest.

The problem comes when I try to live everyday doing as much as I can.  By the time the holidays come, I feel like I should do “more,” but there simply is no more.  If there is a change, there is less not more.  Anyone who has had MS for as long as I should know expectations are a fool’s game.  Still, my wish list for the past few Christmases and birthdays remains the same.  My wish list has remained virtually unchanged for longer than I have had MS.

On the funny “For once, I didn’t do it” list for this Christmas is our Christmas card.  Walmart’s card ordering web page is not very clear when it asks for names of family members in the cards.  So when J ordered the cards, she missed the field.  As a result, we got cards with all the right pictures and words until the names part.  I have no idea who Nick, Tami, Emily and Cole are, but I know the card doesn’t have their pictures on it.  We have 50 that match this post’s image, and we are thinking of sending them to people in an effort to find out just how many of us actually read the Christmas cards.  To Walmart’s credit, they replaced the cards for free with our correct information.  It is nice to see some good customer service.
Chistmas card 2013

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