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		<title>By: amakice</title>
		<link>http://empathic-parenting.com/parentingforhumanity/blog/2008/09/04/public-parenting/comment-page-1/#comment-215</link>
		<dc:creator>amakice</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 01:58:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;You are a good mother&quot; that story made me tear up reading it. Thanks for sharing it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;You are a good mother&#8221; that story made me tear up reading it. Thanks for sharing it.</p>
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		<title>By: lstroyan</title>
		<link>http://empathic-parenting.com/parentingforhumanity/blog/2008/09/04/public-parenting/comment-page-1/#comment-214</link>
		<dc:creator>lstroyan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 01:40:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Posted for a friend.

Well, this story is a couple years old and doesn&#039;t necessarily 
exhibit me at my gentle discipline best. :) But it was a time when I 
was definitely challenged to &quot;parent in public,&quot; and I got to be on 
the receiving end of some parental empathy.

While driving home from vacation in Canada, we stopped at the duty- 
free store before coming back into the US. DD was 2 at the time, I 
think. Everyone else in our group was using the bathrooms and picking 
up snacks, so DD and I walked around the store to stretch our legs 
and provide a little distraction. Well, she got a little too 
distracted by some toy cars, and started getting all of them out of 
the display and playing with them all over the floor. I was feeling a 
little guilty about this since I wasn&#039;t planning on buying even one 
of them, and she was adding wear and tear to the merchandise. I 
waited a few minutes and then started trying to transition us away 
from the toys, saying &quot;Bye bye cars,&quot; putting a few away that she 
wasn&#039;t using, that sort of thing. But she got more and more 
resistant, and I was feeling more and more self-conscious (the store 
was crowded and we were kind of in people&#039;s way, etc.). I accept full 
responsibility for putting my hang-ups on her shoulders here. Anyway, 
it quickly deteriorated into a Class A Meltdown. One of the biggest 
she&#039;s ever had. I quickly finished putting the cars away and decided 
that we needed to get outside, where she could be away from the 
source of contention, yell at the top of her lungs if she wanted to, 
and I could be a little more OK with it.

So there&#039;s DD, screaming for those cars like they&#039;re as necessary as 
oxygen or something, while I&#039;m picking her up and trying to carry her 
out of the huge duty-free store (we couldn&#039;t have been farther from 
the door if we planned it, LOL), I of course feel like everyone&#039;s 
staring at me and thinking I&#039;m a terrible mother, NOBODY is getting 
out of my way so I can get this screaming child out of their hearing 
space, it&#039;s just bad all around.

Finally we got outside, and she wanted to run a little way away from 
me and be alone to feel her feelings. Which I&#039;m fine with when we&#039;re 
someplace safe -- but we were in a busy parking lot, right, it&#039;s the 
duty free and the border crossing all together, it is so NOT 
someplace safe. So I had to keep holding her while she was struggling 
and pushing and crying fit to break my heart, and I just kept telling 
her &quot;I can&#039;t let you run right now, it&#039;s a parking lot, it&#039;s my job 
to keep you safe, I love you, it&#039;s OK to be angry...&quot; anything 
affirming and calm and loving I could think of. Finally she decided 
to just go stand by the wall of the store a few feet away and turn 
her back to me to finish crying. I let her go and just sat on the 
bench shaking and feeling terrible. And this woman who had come out 
of the store for a cigarette break looked over at me and said &quot;You 
are a good mother.&quot; (shoot, 3 years later I&#039;m tearing up over it)

Let me tell you all right now, I&#039;m all of 36 years old and I still 
don&#039;t feel grown-up most of the time, and I have some serious self- 
esteem problems with believing that I can pull off this parenting 
thing. But hearing those 5 words at that precise time gave me more 
encouragement than anything else before or since!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Posted for a friend.</p>
<p>Well, this story is a couple years old and doesn&#8217;t necessarily<br />
exhibit me at my gentle discipline best. <img src='http://empathic-parenting.com/parentingforhumanity/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  But it was a time when I<br />
was definitely challenged to &#8220;parent in public,&#8221; and I got to be on<br />
the receiving end of some parental empathy.</p>
<p>While driving home from vacation in Canada, we stopped at the duty-<br />
free store before coming back into the US. DD was 2 at the time, I<br />
think. Everyone else in our group was using the bathrooms and picking<br />
up snacks, so DD and I walked around the store to stretch our legs<br />
and provide a little distraction. Well, she got a little too<br />
distracted by some toy cars, and started getting all of them out of<br />
the display and playing with them all over the floor. I was feeling a<br />
little guilty about this since I wasn&#8217;t planning on buying even one<br />
of them, and she was adding wear and tear to the merchandise. I<br />
waited a few minutes and then started trying to transition us away<br />
from the toys, saying &#8220;Bye bye cars,&#8221; putting a few away that she<br />
wasn&#8217;t using, that sort of thing. But she got more and more<br />
resistant, and I was feeling more and more self-conscious (the store<br />
was crowded and we were kind of in people&#8217;s way, etc.). I accept full<br />
responsibility for putting my hang-ups on her shoulders here. Anyway,<br />
it quickly deteriorated into a Class A Meltdown. One of the biggest<br />
she&#8217;s ever had. I quickly finished putting the cars away and decided<br />
that we needed to get outside, where she could be away from the<br />
source of contention, yell at the top of her lungs if she wanted to,<br />
and I could be a little more OK with it.</p>
<p>So there&#8217;s DD, screaming for those cars like they&#8217;re as necessary as<br />
oxygen or something, while I&#8217;m picking her up and trying to carry her<br />
out of the huge duty-free store (we couldn&#8217;t have been farther from<br />
the door if we planned it, LOL), I of course feel like everyone&#8217;s<br />
staring at me and thinking I&#8217;m a terrible mother, NOBODY is getting<br />
out of my way so I can get this screaming child out of their hearing<br />
space, it&#8217;s just bad all around.</p>
<p>Finally we got outside, and she wanted to run a little way away from<br />
me and be alone to feel her feelings. Which I&#8217;m fine with when we&#8217;re<br />
someplace safe &#8212; but we were in a busy parking lot, right, it&#8217;s the<br />
duty free and the border crossing all together, it is so NOT<br />
someplace safe. So I had to keep holding her while she was struggling<br />
and pushing and crying fit to break my heart, and I just kept telling<br />
her &#8220;I can&#8217;t let you run right now, it&#8217;s a parking lot, it&#8217;s my job<br />
to keep you safe, I love you, it&#8217;s OK to be angry&#8230;&#8221; anything<br />
affirming and calm and loving I could think of. Finally she decided<br />
to just go stand by the wall of the store a few feet away and turn<br />
her back to me to finish crying. I let her go and just sat on the<br />
bench shaking and feeling terrible. And this woman who had come out<br />
of the store for a cigarette break looked over at me and said &#8220;You<br />
are a good mother.&#8221; (shoot, 3 years later I&#8217;m tearing up over it)</p>
<p>Let me tell you all right now, I&#8217;m all of 36 years old and I still<br />
don&#8217;t feel grown-up most of the time, and I have some serious self-<br />
esteem problems with believing that I can pull off this parenting<br />
thing. But hearing those 5 words at that precise time gave me more<br />
encouragement than anything else before or since!</p>
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		<title>By: Susan</title>
		<link>http://empathic-parenting.com/parentingforhumanity/blog/2008/09/04/public-parenting/comment-page-1/#comment-213</link>
		<dc:creator>Susan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 01:38:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Posted for someone else...

Well, this story is a couple years old and doesn&#039;t necessarily 
exhibit me at my gentle discipline best. :) But it was a time when I 
was definitely challenged to &quot;parent in public,&quot; and I got to be on 
the receiving end of some parental empathy.

While driving home from vacation in Canada, we stopped at the duty- 
free store before coming back into the US. DD was 2 at the time, I 
think. Everyone else in our group was using the bathrooms and picking 
up snacks, so DD and I walked around the store to stretch our legs 
and provide a little distraction. Well, she got a little too 
distracted by some toy cars, and started getting all of them out of 
the display and playing with them all over the floor. I was feeling a 
little guilty about this since I wasn&#039;t planning on buying even one 
of them, and she was adding wear and tear to the merchandise. I 
waited a few minutes and then started trying to transition us away 
from the toys, saying &quot;Bye bye cars,&quot; putting a few away that she 
wasn&#039;t using, that sort of thing. But she got more and more 
resistant, and I was feeling more and more self-conscious (the store 
was crowded and we were kind of in people&#039;s way, etc.). I accept full 
responsibility for putting my hang-ups on her shoulders here. Anyway, 
it quickly deteriorated into a Class A Meltdown. One of the biggest 
she&#039;s ever had. I quickly finished putting the cars away and decided 
that we needed to get outside, where she could be away from the 
source of contention, yell at the top of her lungs if she wanted to, 
and I could be a little more OK with it.

So there&#039;s DD, screaming for those cars like they&#039;re as necessary as 
oxygen or something, while I&#039;m picking her up and trying to carry her 
out of the huge duty-free store (we couldn&#039;t have been farther from 
the door if we planned it, LOL), I of course feel like everyone&#039;s 
staring at me and thinking I&#039;m a terrible mother, NOBODY is getting 
out of my way so I can get this screaming child out of their hearing 
space, it&#039;s just bad all around.

Finally we got outside, and she wanted to run a little way away from 
me and be alone to feel her feelings. Which I&#039;m fine with when we&#039;re 
someplace safe -- but we were in a busy parking lot, right, it&#039;s the 
duty free and the border crossing all together, it is so NOT 
someplace safe. So I had to keep holding her while she was struggling 
and pushing and crying fit to break my heart, and I just kept telling 
her &quot;I can&#039;t let you run right now, it&#039;s a parking lot, it&#039;s my job 
to keep you safe, I love you, it&#039;s OK to be angry...&quot; anything 
affirming and calm and loving I could think of. Finally she decided 
to just go stand by the wall of the store a few feet away and turn 
her back to me to finish crying. I let her go and just sat on the 
bench shaking and feeling terrible. And this woman who had come out 
of the store for a cigarette break looked over at me and said &quot;You 
are a good mother.&quot; (shoot, 3 years later I&#039;m tearing up over it)

Let me tell you all right now, I&#039;m all of 36 years old and I still 
don&#039;t feel grown-up most of the time, and I have some serious self- 
esteem problems with believing that I can pull off this parenting 
thing. But hearing those 5 words at that precise time gave me more 
encouragement than anything else before or since.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Posted for someone else&#8230;</p>
<p>Well, this story is a couple years old and doesn&#8217;t necessarily<br />
exhibit me at my gentle discipline best. <img src='http://empathic-parenting.com/parentingforhumanity/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  But it was a time when I<br />
was definitely challenged to &#8220;parent in public,&#8221; and I got to be on<br />
the receiving end of some parental empathy.</p>
<p>While driving home from vacation in Canada, we stopped at the duty-<br />
free store before coming back into the US. DD was 2 at the time, I<br />
think. Everyone else in our group was using the bathrooms and picking<br />
up snacks, so DD and I walked around the store to stretch our legs<br />
and provide a little distraction. Well, she got a little too<br />
distracted by some toy cars, and started getting all of them out of<br />
the display and playing with them all over the floor. I was feeling a<br />
little guilty about this since I wasn&#8217;t planning on buying even one<br />
of them, and she was adding wear and tear to the merchandise. I<br />
waited a few minutes and then started trying to transition us away<br />
from the toys, saying &#8220;Bye bye cars,&#8221; putting a few away that she<br />
wasn&#8217;t using, that sort of thing. But she got more and more<br />
resistant, and I was feeling more and more self-conscious (the store<br />
was crowded and we were kind of in people&#8217;s way, etc.). I accept full<br />
responsibility for putting my hang-ups on her shoulders here. Anyway,<br />
it quickly deteriorated into a Class A Meltdown. One of the biggest<br />
she&#8217;s ever had. I quickly finished putting the cars away and decided<br />
that we needed to get outside, where she could be away from the<br />
source of contention, yell at the top of her lungs if she wanted to,<br />
and I could be a little more OK with it.</p>
<p>So there&#8217;s DD, screaming for those cars like they&#8217;re as necessary as<br />
oxygen or something, while I&#8217;m picking her up and trying to carry her<br />
out of the huge duty-free store (we couldn&#8217;t have been farther from<br />
the door if we planned it, LOL), I of course feel like everyone&#8217;s<br />
staring at me and thinking I&#8217;m a terrible mother, NOBODY is getting<br />
out of my way so I can get this screaming child out of their hearing<br />
space, it&#8217;s just bad all around.</p>
<p>Finally we got outside, and she wanted to run a little way away from<br />
me and be alone to feel her feelings. Which I&#8217;m fine with when we&#8217;re<br />
someplace safe &#8212; but we were in a busy parking lot, right, it&#8217;s the<br />
duty free and the border crossing all together, it is so NOT<br />
someplace safe. So I had to keep holding her while she was struggling<br />
and pushing and crying fit to break my heart, and I just kept telling<br />
her &#8220;I can&#8217;t let you run right now, it&#8217;s a parking lot, it&#8217;s my job<br />
to keep you safe, I love you, it&#8217;s OK to be angry&#8230;&#8221; anything<br />
affirming and calm and loving I could think of. Finally she decided<br />
to just go stand by the wall of the store a few feet away and turn<br />
her back to me to finish crying. I let her go and just sat on the<br />
bench shaking and feeling terrible. And this woman who had come out<br />
of the store for a cigarette break looked over at me and said &#8220;You<br />
are a good mother.&#8221; (shoot, 3 years later I&#8217;m tearing up over it)</p>
<p>Let me tell you all right now, I&#8217;m all of 36 years old and I still<br />
don&#8217;t feel grown-up most of the time, and I have some serious self-<br />
esteem problems with believing that I can pull off this parenting<br />
thing. But hearing those 5 words at that precise time gave me more<br />
encouragement than anything else before or since.</p>
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		<title>By: lstroyan</title>
		<link>http://empathic-parenting.com/parentingforhumanity/blog/2008/09/04/public-parenting/comment-page-1/#comment-199</link>
		<dc:creator>lstroyan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 16:34:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I think you make such an important point and it&#039;s not one we talked about on the show...the public can make accomodations too.  Children have just as much right to be around...it&#039;s part of being a community.  And I like the idea of taking a bigger perspective that right now, our children may embarrass us, but down the line the reverse will likely be true!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think you make such an important point and it&#8217;s not one we talked about on the show&#8230;the public can make accomodations too.  Children have just as much right to be around&#8230;it&#8217;s part of being a community.  And I like the idea of taking a bigger perspective that right now, our children may embarrass us, but down the line the reverse will likely be true!</p>
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		<title>By: lizo</title>
		<link>http://empathic-parenting.com/parentingforhumanity/blog/2008/09/04/public-parenting/comment-page-1/#comment-197</link>
		<dc:creator>lizo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 15:51:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember a flight with M and P over the Pacific.  Loooooonnnnnng flights.  The flight attendant said something about M, who was 2 at the time, had wandered into the attendants break cabin.  I told the f.a. that there was no hope in down under that I was going to be able to keep a 2 yo in a seat for 14 hours.  Was there a door they could close?  Yes, but it was inconvenient. My long blank stare must have been enough for that conversation to end.  
Not having heard the latest PFH podcast, yet, I don&#039;t know what your take on public parenting is, though I can guess.
     My point about the story is that there are things that the public can do to accommodate child appropriate behavior and they can be patient with us while we parent and teach our children public appropriate behavior. If they had children who never misbehaved in public then write a book, or seek medical attention for the child because they just aren&#039;t the norm. 
     Now that being said, I have had conversations with my kids, now 12 and 14, that if they embarras me in public, I have the memory of an elephant and will find a time to do the same. They are reminded of this now that they are teens and just my mere existence seems to be an embarrassment. 
     The phrase &quot;revenge is best served cold&quot; as I dance to vanilla ice in the amusement park ride line comes to mind.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember a flight with M and P over the Pacific.  Loooooonnnnnng flights.  The flight attendant said something about M, who was 2 at the time, had wandered into the attendants break cabin.  I told the f.a. that there was no hope in down under that I was going to be able to keep a 2 yo in a seat for 14 hours.  Was there a door they could close?  Yes, but it was inconvenient. My long blank stare must have been enough for that conversation to end.<br />
Not having heard the latest PFH podcast, yet, I don&#8217;t know what your take on public parenting is, though I can guess.<br />
     My point about the story is that there are things that the public can do to accommodate child appropriate behavior and they can be patient with us while we parent and teach our children public appropriate behavior. If they had children who never misbehaved in public then write a book, or seek medical attention for the child because they just aren&#8217;t the norm.<br />
     Now that being said, I have had conversations with my kids, now 12 and 14, that if they embarras me in public, I have the memory of an elephant and will find a time to do the same. They are reminded of this now that they are teens and just my mere existence seems to be an embarrassment.<br />
     The phrase &#8220;revenge is best served cold&#8221; as I dance to vanilla ice in the amusement park ride line comes to mind.</p>
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		<title>By: Anthony Russo</title>
		<link>http://empathic-parenting.com/parentingforhumanity/blog/2008/09/04/public-parenting/comment-page-1/#comment-183</link>
		<dc:creator>Anthony Russo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 01:06:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have no qualms about correcting my children when they were younger and acting up as described in a grocery store or some other public setting. I would never hit, but will give a quick yell if necessary to let them know I meant business. My wife on the other hand would be much calmer in a public situation than myself, which sometimes was a good thing.

The real key was to get that moment of your child&#039;s attention and let them know in a firm but low voice, this will be reprimanded at home, and then follow through on it. When their favorite toy/show or whatever at the moment will make the most impact to them is suddenly taken away for an episode 3 hours earlier in public, they kids remember it. The next time that firm, low voice tells them their will be consequences later for actions now, they will believe it, and usually, but not always, calm it down.

It&#039;s a tough line to walk, but nobody ever said being a parent was easy.

Anthony</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have no qualms about correcting my children when they were younger and acting up as described in a grocery store or some other public setting. I would never hit, but will give a quick yell if necessary to let them know I meant business. My wife on the other hand would be much calmer in a public situation than myself, which sometimes was a good thing.</p>
<p>The real key was to get that moment of your child&#8217;s attention and let them know in a firm but low voice, this will be reprimanded at home, and then follow through on it. When their favorite toy/show or whatever at the moment will make the most impact to them is suddenly taken away for an episode 3 hours earlier in public, they kids remember it. The next time that firm, low voice tells them their will be consequences later for actions now, they will believe it, and usually, but not always, calm it down.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s a tough line to walk, but nobody ever said being a parent was easy.</p>
<p>Anthony</p>
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