A Mother’s Testimonial

My daughter had a very hard couple of years and became withdrawn and very sad. Having trouble adjusting to a big move , she felt like an outsider at school, her self esteem was fragile.

Enter Fidgets2Widgets! Fast forward and I see the girl she’s supposed to be! She is completely engaged and even seems to be leading some of the games.

This is a safe, and warm place that allows kids the freedom to let their brain play!

I will be forever thankful to Fidgets2Widgets for helping my daughter find happiness again.

Mary (Maisy’s Mom) from Portland

Help! My kid knows more than I do and I’m scared…

It’s much more common than you think. You are not alone. Parents everywhere are struggling to keep up with their children in math, science and the digital arts. This may be the first generation where parents don’t know better or more. How could we possibly know more when everything is moving so quickly? Learning is now an exponential process and no longer linear.

So what to do when your child is talking about how to scale the picture correctly or use function keys to unlock the frozen screen and you have no idea what they just said? What do you do when your child is beginning algebra in 4th grade and needs help with common core concepts? You smile and pause. You take a deep breath and relax in the knowledge that your child really does have a leg up on you. We want our kids to have more, be smarter and live more easily than we have done, right? Be grateful for this day.

Remind yourself that it’s never too late to learn. How better to connect with your “little Einstein” than to ask them for help, or better yet “google” help together. As Paula Prober recently posted in Your Rainforest Mind, “It’s never too late to be your gifted self.” You might just discover that you CAN keep up with your kids and grandkids. You are quicker and smarter than you knew!

Winds of Change

Change is hard.  My family and I just finished moving into a new home and even though this home is great and exactly what we have been looking for, it’s been stressful.  Even positive changes produce stress.  Each of us has our own unique way of dealing with life’s unexpected challenges.  One family member withdraws into a deep and quiet place, stoically moving through all that needs to be done.  Another spends lots of time talking about it all, processing each and every portion of the day.  Some might get grumpy, firing off orders, frustrated when things don’t go according to plan.  There really is no right or wrong.  The important thing to remember is that everyone manages in the best way they know how, and in a way that is congruent with who they are physically, emotionally and energetically. 

Tired of Arguing—Winds of Change

My youngest son is growing up.  From the braces on his teeth, to the bangs that hang in his eyes, to the tight leg jeans with the little “sag” in the tush, it is obvious to me that my little boy is gone.  He has been replaced by a cool and nonchalant almost13 year-old, who doesn’t want to appear too enthusiastic.  I remember well the “fiery” enthusiasm of the previous stage with its high-energy and shenanigans.  I loved those days.  But now, we’ve entered the “airy” stage of argumentativeness, where the winds of self-expression blow daily.  “I’m not going to argue about it,” I say for the umpteenth time.

“Who’s arguing?  We’re just talking.  Don’t you want to hear what I think?” my son asks self-righteously.  I find myself longing for those passive little grunts of the past from the little boy who wants to be left alone to play, who doesn’t want to talk about it!  Funny, how I used to complain about that back then.  What was I thinking?!  Last night, I braced myself for yet another protest over bedtime.  I steeled myself as I entered the living room.  Smile on my face, I mentioned that it was time for bed.  My son looked up and said, “I know, but can we spend a minute talking first?”  I sat down wearily, looking him in the eye.  “Do you know how much I love you?” he said as he scooted over and gave me a quick hug.  “I’ve set my alarm for morning, but will you wake me up if I don’t hear it?”  Hardly waiting for a reply, he jumped up and headed for the stairs.  I sat there for a moment, letting his words sink in.  “I am so blessed.  What a good kid,” I think to myself.  “I’ll get used to this stage again and probably even like it.”

“Mom can I stay up 1/2 an hour longer?”  The words echo down the stairwell.  “After all, I am almost 13!”

Rites of Passage

My twelve-year old son visited the orthodontist this week and now has a full set of braces.  My heart jumps every time I see his metal smile, for it seems my little boy is disappearing.  I didn’t realize what an affect this metal hardware would have on me.  I had no idea that a dental procedure would be responsible for driving home the point that my son is now an adolescent.  I suppose I’m glad that I live in a time when the rites of passage are benign.  I don’t have to worry about my son being killed in a warrior’s battle or lost on a pilgrimage.  I do have a few more years of mothering ahead, before he starts dating or driving.  But time is passing quickly.  I want to savor every moment.  I don’t have time to worry about yesterday.  I don’t have time to plan too much for tomorrow.  I just want to cherish today and that sweet metallic smile that’s meant just for me.