I have always considered myself to be a serious, responsible person, ( a little high strung too ) however I have this goofy side that seems to spark every now and then. That inner child can’t help but bleed through at the strangest of times. My kids, now that they are teenagers, have gotten used to this side of me, shaking their heads at me because of my weirdness. It barely fizzes them anymore. But when they were little, this side of me always brought out the best in them.
When I discovered my son’s disability, it was an extremely stressful time for me. He had been such a sick baby, in and out of the hospital. I almost lost him at nearly a year old. However, once I got a grip on this new reality, I was able to gain some perspective, knowledge and I was able to move forward in helping him become the best he could be, no matter what.
In doing so, I became the parent I never dreamed I could be. I look back all those years ago and think to myself, “Damn, girl, you did a pretty good job with this”. Considering that my son was given no hope in ever developing beyond the developmental state her was currently in, staring off into space the rest of his life to becoming the fine young man he is today. He has achieved his Junior Black Belt in Karate, a stack of awards/medals for winning in various events at Karate tournaments and being honoured with the Citizenship Award at his high school Graduation. God had his hand on this child, and I believe on me, for that matter.
I remember how my son’s diagnosis changed me, as a person and a mother. Raising a child is one thing, guiding your child in their growth and development, but raising a special needs child is another. It was continual therapy and working hand over hand to assure my son was receiving the stimuli he needed to keep progressing.
The one most important memory I recall about my parenting skills for my son, was when we went grocery shopping. To keep my son alert and focused on the world around him (not the world he regressed into), I involved my son in every aspect of shopping. I would choose two cereals and ask my son in a very happy, excited voice which cereal he thinks we should get this week. Of course, my son would just stare at the boxes, look at me and wait. I would choose one, get super excited and thank Cobi for all his help, with a high five! I was so animated, larger than life.
This was the stepping stone for me as a silly parent. The results I received from my son, because of my outrageousness, were incredible. Once I saw my son’s response to my excitable efforts, I knew I was grabbing his attention, stimulating his brain and building connections with my son.
I found the more silly and animated I became, the better response I received from my son. He was really progressing well. Then my daughter came along. The child who was fast at everything. And of course, I continued in this larger than life method of parenting with my daughter too, and soon enough, I had created an atmosphere of fun and an environment of stimulating development.
I didn’t read any books about this, I didn’t have the resources of the internet to check out a mommy blog. It was just instinctive, and I believed I was doing well with it in raising my children. So, amazingly, I saw results. That is really what 90% of parenting is, instinct and belief in your parenting strategies.
So over the years, as my children grew, the silly parent in me was having a blast! Of course, I wasn’t silly all the time, but I made a point, no matter what was happening all around us, to be goofy.
I have provided a gallery of pictures of the kids and I having goofy time together. I hope you enjoy it.
What Are The Benefits Of Being A Silly Mama?
Being silly helped bridge closer connections between me and my children. When a child can let loose to be free to be a kid with their parents, it opens the door for acceptance and the feeling of security.
Being silly opened up a space for my children to be free from stress, worry and insecurity. Children are not void of stress or worry. It is more common in children than you think. Children have many pressures on them that we, as parents, do not readily acknowledge. Being free from those emotions, for a little while with a parent, can provide relief and a sense of security and protection.
Being silly encouraged trust and communication. When a child can just be themselves around their parents, and not always be in trouble for something, it builds a trust and a comfortable place where children can communicate easily.
Laughing is the very best medicine, aside from eating an apple a day, and being silly brought a whole bunch of laughter.
Being silly helped form respect in my children towards me. I wasn’t always barking demands and discipline at them. They knew mommy could have fun, yet be authoritative when necessary. I wasn’t just a mean ol’ mommy all of the time..
Being silly kept a positive atmosphere in our home, rather than heaviness from the stresses of life. Breaking that wall of negativity isn’t always easy, so keeping up with silly time, helped maintain a positive aura in our home.
Being silly provides some amazing memories for you and your children to look back on. The more positive memories you create the happier life continues to be.
Being silly kept me young. Yes, the parent benefits just as much as the child. Allowing that inner child to live again does have its perks. Adults have much to be responsible for. It can weigh heavy on the psyche, and before you know it, it can create anxiety and even depression. Being a kid again for a short while lifts the heaviness of all our adult stuff. That can keep you young.
Being silly opened up my parenting perspective. I felt what it was like to just be a kid again, and understood why my kids did the things that they did. I was able to rationalize their behaviour and parent accordingly, rather than just yelling and becoming frustrated.
Sometimes, being silly had me up on my feet being physically active, which helped keep me in shape. There is nothing wrong with a little activity to keep the blood pumping through your veins.
Now that my kids and I are older, my silly outbursts tend to embarrass them, when we are out in public. Gosh, if you could see the devilish smile that I have on my face right now, it would speak a thousand words. I keep telling my kids, “Now that I am getting old, the only sense of enjoyment I have left in life is to embarrass you”. And some days, it’s true. They don’t like it very much but you know what… who cares. Of course, if they become upset about it, I do respect their feelings, and the silliness would end immediately. I would never go over the deep end with my silliness.
Because really, now that they are older, I am teaching them that it is okay to just let loose and be silly, now and again. To never lose that childish edge or stop feeling free in your own skin. It is good clean fun, and it is harmless. Who really cares what other people think anyhow? If they are going to give you a snarly look because you decided to be silly for a moment, then just keep in mind, that they have probably lost their sense of child, and that is such a sad shame.
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