Our miracle RAINBOW BABY BOY arrived 8/2018

1st IVF = BFN
2nd IVF = Baby A, born May 2015
3rd IVF = Miscarriage at 14 weeks
4th IVF = BFN
After we paid for 5th IVF, positive pregnancy without IVF!

Because the important moments in life just don’t fit in a status update! I started this blog when I was training for my first ½ Ironman, (70.3 miles) to record what I hoped would be growth and progress but ended up being a huge learning experience. Although fitness is one of the key ingredients to a happy life, it certainly isn't the only ingredient. My blog has evolved to document growth, progress and setbacks in other areas too. From my surprise proposal in Rome and wedding in the fall of 2013, to Mom's devastating stage IV cancer diagnosis and death 2 weeks after I found out I was pregnant. Who knows what shape it will take, but thanks for being along for the ride.

Saturday, February 13, 2021

On Raising Kinder, Less Entitled Kids

One of my life's missions is to make the lives of my children as fun, amazing and magical as I can. Doing this truly brings me joy, as I see the joy it brings to them. I love being spontaneous, making them laugh and saying "yes" as often as possible. They may move onto something new the next day, but I relive their moments of happiness and excitement over and over again. We celebrate every holiday in fun ways, even little ones like St. Paddy's Day. It doesn't take a lot of money, just baking Mom's Irish soda bread together or mischief from the visiting leprechauns who leave green food coloring prints in the sink, turn the toilet water green and draw clovers on their faces while they sleep. I see my role as a curator of adventure and excitement for them, which usually costs zero dollars, like letting her choose the walk we're doing, for example, with free play-time at the half-way point in the creek behind our house or random picnics following our scooter ride. Other times, it costs me a pretty penny, as I come to terms with just how much hiring six princess will cost for her sixth party in May. I'm not saying that I want their life to be easy. I never want to shield them from hard work, perseverance, adversity or disappointment and the character formation that rising to challenges and overcoming adversity brings. Into each life, a little rain must fall (sometimes, it's a deluge) and I truly believe that something good can come from every negative situation that we encounter. 

Since the bad times will come, I make it my personal mission to plan and enjoy the heck out of the good ones, like their birthdays, and every holiday I can get my hands on. Their birthday may be only one day, but it is both the anticipation and the remembrance of it that lasts longer. It seems that each day she has a new idea for her upcoming party, and she still talks about the snow machine from her fourth. 

Recently, a close friend of mine questioned whether planning such elaborate parties, for example, would create children who grow up to be selfish and entitled. Because I love and respect this friend, the questions posed in our short conversation reverberated long after they were asked. I love and value friendships with the longevity and closeness that afford us the ability to challenge and question each other, without fear or worry that doing so will change or end the friendship. Friendships that stand the test of time are the most valuable. And so, I spent some time contemplating whether or not throwing amazing parties for my kids would, in the long run, do more harm than good. After a few days reflecting on this, I have to say that I believe that it is quite the opposite: Giving to my children will, in time, yield children who do the same for their children and others, because it was done for them. By putting them first as my parents' did for me, I will create children who are selfless because children learn best by example. But it won't happen without some work and conscious effort on my part. You see, what my friend asked me was "If you always plan such elaborate parties for Aut, won't she come to expect that?" And the answer to that is simple: yes, she will come to expect it. I present to you the fascinating world of behavioral economics. What my friend was referring to is actually a thing, and it's called hedonistic adaptation. 

Behavioral research shows that humans can become acclimated to almost anything if they’re exposed to it frequently. It’s called “hedonic adaptation,” and it’s why Justin Bieber is always buying more outrageous cars, why the kitchen we just remodeled suddenly needs a new backsplash and why lottery winners, after the initial thrill of winning, end up about as happy as they were before.

So what does this mean for us as parents? It means that anything we provide or do regularly will become the new norm, whether it's dessert after every meal, vacations or a certain brand of jeans. And so, what we need to think about, according to this article is "What is the default I'm setting up?" In this situation, I'm setting up awesome, fun parties for my kids as their norm and I'm totally fine with that. I want them to look forward to them, and look back on them when they were older as one sign of just how important they are to me (the kids, not the parties, in case you're wondering). And don't worry, I do have fantastic plans for their 16th birthdays that will outdo all of the previous parties (think: international travel).

But my friend's question was really two-fold, beyond just the parties. Won't my children get used to me throwing amazing parties or giving her lots of gifts (yes) and then won't that cause them to be selfish and entitled. Not necessarily. We live in a broader context of society, and the older we get, the more experiences we have, and the wider the breadth of our experiences and interactions become. Travel helps with this, as it can open our eyes to just how privileged we are in this country. To this day, I vividly remember one of these eye-opening experiences I had at the age of fourteen. I grew up in a family that could not afford vacations. We never went on one vacation and so I felt very special and excited to be chosen by my friend Teresa to accompany her and her parents on a cruise. We were going to visit Cabo San Lucas, Mazatlán and Puerto Vallarta and I was so excited that I could hardly sleep in the weeks leading up to it. At one of our ports, we were walking to go parasailing at the beach when we encountered little children selling gum. "Chicle? Chicle?" they repeated over and over again without ceasing, while also following us and tugging at our clothes. Their "chicle" cries were more of a desperate demand rather than an offer and I remember feeling deeply sorry for these underweight, small children on the busy street corner, who weren't wearing any shoes. And suddenly, a wave of shame and guilt washed over me, as I remembered my twinge of jealousy prior to boarding the cruise ship because my friend routinely had vacations like this while I didn't. I still remember the impact of that day and the realization that although poor, I was indeed very, very fortunate.

In his new book Greenlights, Matthew McConaughey shares what his mom said the day he complained about not having new, trendy shoes: Complain about your shoes, and I'll take you to see the child with no feet. We all need those reality-checks sometimes. I am always humbled and surprised when I reach out to someone whom I know is struggling and they are focused on the good instead of the bad. Instead of feeling sorry for themselves, they are surprisingly grateful for what they do have. Mom was this way, to the very end. In fact, I remember asking her "Why don't you feel sorry for yourself, Mom?" because it bewildered me so much. "Because there are children who have cancer, Megan, and I've lead a full life."

They say that comparison is the thief to joy. But comparison of a different kind can keep us grounded and focused on our blessings. And no matter how difficult life gets, there are always blessings and always things to be grateful for. This is beautifully illustrated in Victor Frankel's Man's Search for Meaning. Comparison of my life with those children selling the chicle showed me that my definition of poor was in fact quite comfortable by their standard. Although my parents had very little, they would go without to provide for my brother and I. In middle school, I always had the trendy, over-priced LA Gear shoes even though we did not have a car. Sometimes, we didn't have a lot of food, yet my brother and I had an over-abundance of gifts every Christmas, without fail. And we always had a roof over our heads, and loving family within the walls, even if the home may have been small.

My hope is that our children will feel fortunate and have gratitude as they realize what they have, rather than a sense of entitlement. I want them to look back and realize that I stretched my budget, and even started a side-hustle photography business just to fund their parties. Gratitude is a mind-set that is cultivated with conversations that take place around the dinner table, like the one we had last week about how tough life was for our grandparents, and how hard they worked to provide a better life for us. It is small, daily habits like identifying three things that we're grateful each day before we go to bed at night, or focusing on all of our blessings that money cannot buy. Cultivating gratitude is a habit, and not one that comes easy to teenagers who are using a different part of their brain. And for this reason, I want to make it a habit now. We are also already teaching her the value of hard work, and earning money. She has some standard chores that are to be done without pay, and others that she must complete to earn fifty cents or a dollar. A portion of this must be donated to the child she has adopted in El Salvador, Jasmine. This is what behavioral scientists call the identifiable victim effect - our human tendency to respond more empathetically to the plight of a single individual, rather than a large group. 

For instance, as behavioral economist Dan Ariely illustrates in his book “The Upside of Irrationality,” you might consider sending a few dollars to victims of a tsunami far away. But if you were walking through a park and saw a little girl drowning in the river right in front of you, you wouldn’t hesitate to plunge in to save her. The vivid, nearby individual always trumps the vague, faraway many.

My husband and I have worked continuously since our first jobs (mine was the Del Taco Drive-Thru at the age of 16, where I made $4.25 an hour), and we also want our children to work and to contribute to their car and college tuition, as they get older. All throughout my undergrad and graduate school, I worked full time, often two part-time jobs when I could not find a full-time employment. I did this, and made education a priority so that I could provide for my children. Even then, as a teenager or in my twenties, I thought of my future children and how I wanted to give them everything that I didn't have and provide for them not just with material things but with experiences. But I will never make the mistake of giving them presents in place of presence. What children really want, more than anything we can buy, is our unconditional love and our undivided attention.

Giving children presents but not our presence is meaningless, and it is what creates children who grow to be adults that are never content nor satisfied. 

A quote by Simone Weil in Gravity and Grace comes to mind: 

2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.pngAttention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.

This brings me to one last story. Although my Mom worked as an executive secretary for B of A in San Francisco and at William Iselin around the corner from Wall Street in New York before I was born, she decided to stay home once she became a Mom. When we were older, she started babysitting to earn extra income. She babysat one little boy named Jimmy, whose Mom always bought him toys and took him to Disneyland. One day, my Mom was sitting with him, reading a book, when he looked up at her and said "I wish my Mommy would just sit and read a book with me, instead of taking me to Disneyland." That made an impact on me and at 15 or 16 I remember thinking that I didn't want to be that type of parent. I would to buy them things, yes, but more importantly I would give them my time. Of all of the things that my Mom gave me, her love, attention, optimism and time are what hold the most value. When I would come home from school, she had a snack waiting and would sit at the kitchen table and talk with me. As the years passed and I entered college, those snacks became cups of coffee but still we talked, sometimes for hours. In her conversations, she had a way of infusing me with optimism without me even realizing it. When I came to the table and then left the table, the situation I was worried or upset over remained unchanged, yet I felt better; lighter, and happy. I knew everything would be alright. And I'll take that feeling any day over a new pair of shoes. I can't remember what she said but if I try really hard, I can remember the warmth, comfort and completeness that time in her presence always left me with. Being with Mom was like being warmed by sunshine on an slightly chilly day and that is what I want my kids to feel and remember when they're my age, and what I hope they give to their children. The parties? Those are just icing on the cake.

Tuesday, February 2, 2021

January, 2021

I had a great start to the new year, with Cha saying "I love you, Ma!" for the first time on New Year's Day. My heart! He is starting to speak in sentences, and it is so adorable. "I did it!" is our current favorite. Although a sentence, he says it as if each word is a sentence in itself, with a slight pause after each word.

I try to instill in Aut the idea that although we cannot control what happens to us, we can control how we react to it. For most 5 year olds (and some adults), when things don't go their way it can really derail them. Five year olds usually bounce back quicker than adults. I try to help her enjoy and appreciate every day by modeling that but also by talking to her when plans fall through and shifting her focus or reframing things. Usually, it's a blessing in disguise. She listens, but sometimes it doesn't seem like she's listening, as the same situation will arise the next day. For this reason, it was amazing to hear her repeating some of my same words to her brother as we were all in the garage organizing things one day. Cha was climbing a ladder and wanted to get up on the metal storage cage Daddy had just hung from the ceiling for extra storage. We told him he couldn't get up there, and he was disappointed. "It's okay, buddy! You can come ride your scooter! I was disappointed the other day when I found out Mara wasn't going ice skating with us (she never expressed this to me) but it was okay! Because I realized I would have extra time and fun with Mom!" Paydirt. She has been listening! I didn't even know that she was disappointed when Mara couldn't go, and that was her internal dialogue with herself. Realizing that she is building resiliency makes me so very proud. I want to give my children the world, but the things that truly hold meaning, like resiliency and a growth mindset, cannot be purchased on Amazon (though you can get some great books about that there, like this gem).

Around the middle of the month, the temperature rose to almost 90 degrees. We worked in a long overdue beach day at the Newport Dunes, where there are no waves or fear of rip currents or crowds.

The period between Thanksgiving and New Years reminded me of the fact that you can't outrun a bad diet. January was a time to reset my fasting, and loose the 4 pounds that I gained. I also started weight training with Beach Body, because running 3 miles a day (and also walking 2-3 daily) is not cutting it. At the start of the pandemic, I started running 3 miles a day, every day. After a few months of being totally consistent with this, I felt pretty bad-a**, I'm not going to lie. But here we are 10 month later, and my body is not changing as I would like. And here's the thing: My daily run of 3 miles feels like a lot to me, but only when compared to what I had been doing...not when compared to what others are doing and not when compared to what I'm capable of doing. It's time to up my game and add weights and build muscle mass. I'm going to continue my daily 3-6 miles, but also add in weight training at least 4 days a week. I also need to refine my diet, and remember that 80% of how we look and feel is diet, while exercise only accounts for 20%. Whatever it Takes by Imagine Dragons has become my mantra, and I listen to it nearly every day.

And here's a picture of a goose.

Half-way through the month, I returned to working from school instead of working from home. I absolutely love being back, and the routine that it brings. I set my alarm every day between 5:00 and 5:15 so that I can get in a workout before I get ready...and I am not a morning person! Some days, I only have time for a 15 minute workout, but it is something. It sets such a nice tone for the day and I find myself singing and dancing while making the kids' breakfast. My goal is to get stronger every day. I also run 3 miles every day on my lunch break at least four days a week. I am sometimes lured by the idea of visiting dollar tree instead, and buying decorations for any and all upcoming holidays.

Glow night at Awanas!
I took a break from all social media after learning that Trump was banned from the platforms. Love him or hate him, we should all find the censorship concerning.
*Attributed to Voltaire 
Being off social media was hard at first, but by the end of the month it was such a welcome, much-needed break and reset from my daily (constant?) updates. One sign that you may be the author of too many instagram-stories is when you can't sauté spinach without reaching for your phone to make a boomerang video about it. While I have concerns over the power of big-tech and their control over information, I will be back because I have too many photos and videos stored on there, and it has become my primary method of communication for my family abroad. Until then, I'm finding new ways to kill time, like organizing the space underneath each of our bathroom sinks and planning her 6th birthday in May! But somehow, I still always have clean clothes that still need to be put away.

Books I finished this month:

Greenlights by Matthew McConaughey

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald