How Connection Breaks Down Between Mother Bear and Little Bear

by Rosie Blitchington Centeno

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a post-birthday bowl of "birthday soup"

While I was working today my just-turned-two-year-old brought me this bowl of bean and vegetable birthday soup. I want to share it with you because the colors are just so yummy as are the little hands that delivered it. Following the lead of of Little Bear in the story "Birthday Soup" from the book Little Bear, which she received for her birthday, Ariella presented me with her creation with such joy. We have read “Birthday Soup” over and over and OVER and OVER again in the last few days. If you have a young child, I bet you understand my emphasis here quite well.

"Birthday Soup" captivates my daughter and has definitely shaped her play. The influential nature of media has had me thinking for quite a while as well as culling children’s books around here. If nothing else, by the simple act of repetition, children are internalizing the language, story lines and pictures. And I believe there is much more to it than the repetition.

As we discuss in the
Connection Parenting Workshops, children learn most everything by what they see, hear and experience. The American writer James Baldwin sums it up well: "Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they never fail to imitate them." In the beginning, parents are children’s most prominent models. As children grow older, though, most of us want to continue to influence their lives. But how many of us parent with the awareness that the level of guidance children accept from us depends on their attachment to us or, in other words, the amount of connection they feel with us?

So back to Little Bear as Ariella’s model du jour and his cooking birthday soup for his friends. In spite of reading it over and over, I do see why she loves this story so much. It is an adorable tale as is the first on in the book, “What Will Little Bear Wear?”

As a Family Communications Educator and Life Coach who often focuses on guiding parents into greater connection with children, I have often seen the benefit of increasing awareness about communication styles and parenting practices that do the opposite of our intention, leading to disconnection with those precious beings we love so much. So let’s do that with Little Bear and his mother.

Like many of us, Mother Bear starts out as a loving and supportive parent. It’s about half way through the book that her ability to connect starts to break down. Maybe she's tired and needs more support, more information and more effective communication skills. She definitely hasn't had any help in these stories. According to Pam Leo, "Parenting was never meant to be a one or two person job."

It’s in the book’s third story, “Little Bear Goes to the Moon,” that her negative, limited and disrespectful side starts to show. Mother Bear begins telling Little Bear all of the things that he can’t do. This culminates with her stating flatly why she believes he can’t fly, which he has gone to the extent of building a space helmet to do. “And maybe you are a fat little bear cub with no wings and no feathers,” she says.
Huh? Mamma Bear, where'd that come from?

I wouldn’t want someone I love (or anyone for that fact) to talk to me in that way. And what if they did? Well, I certainly wouldn’t feel respected or honored in our interaction. Nor would I feel particularly inclined to cooperate with this person. I would feel hurt and suspect. I would wonder if this person is safe and worthy of trust with the big stuff that this business of living tends to throw at me. Hmmmm….Doubt it.

In the last story, “Little Bear’s Wish” the scenario is similar. Mother Bear again tells Little Bear that he can’t have the wishes that he is daydreaming about before going to sleep at night. What is it about this “voice of reason” that compels people to negate and direct other’s wishes and dreams? Would it not be more loving for Little Bear to experience his mother as someone who believes in him and hears all his wishes without negating them, whether they are reasonable or not? How different would it be growing up close to someone who would talk to him about what he is really thinking about, who for a moment will allow herself to see through his eyes? Is Little Bear learning an early lesson about Mother Bear's ability to listen to him and be on his side?

Children need to experience a parent as an ally. Even if it means adults setting aside that "voice of reason" for a bit and really listening to children’s hopes, dreams and fears, reasonable or not. Children need parents who can empathize and support them. This is one of the touchstones of safety and trust. A child who can trust and feel safe with a parent is much more likely to bring those ever more complicated growing-up issues to them for discussion.

And what about Mother Bear? Could her parents have treated her the same way? Probably. Could the relationship between Little Bear and Mother Bear suffer? Probably. Will Little Bear eventually tire of Mother Bear’s negativity, degrading comments and manipulations? I imagine so. And then what will he do? Look for others to connect with and attach to, usually peers who don’t qualify as the type of guiding figures most parents want for their children? Will Little Bear choose relationships that have the same qualities as the one he’s running from?

It is not my intention to give Mother Bear a hard time. In fact, I've had my own Mother Bear alter-ego at times. Feeling depleted and not having enough support is a one-way road into the bear's den. Mother Bear probably wasn't getting her needs met either. And I doubt she had any awareness of how her actions may impact her child, nor even an awareness that there is another way to parent. The parent must receive what she is to give her child, in some way, from somewhere, from someone. It is my hope that Mother Bear finds that someone.

SIDEBAR: This book is part of the "I Can Read" series, yet in no way am I advocating using these books to teach
very young children to read. The ever increasing pressure on children to advance is developmentally risky business. We use them as any other book for a two year old, to enjoy the story and images.

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Connecting with Children in the Everyday

by Rosie Blitchington Centeno

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yesterday: sunset: isham park: snowman.

So what does this maintaining connection stuff look like anyway? In the everyday, when things are going well and we don't even know were are at risk for flubbing it? I'm not talking about the obvious parenting challenges here. The ones we address in the NYC Connection Parenting Workshop Series or in the myriad reasons that parents may call a life coach. I'm talking about during average everyday experiences when we are on autopilot (ok, so we are usually on autopilot when we flub it under stress, too) and we aren't aware of how a child may interpret our actions.

Here's a snippet:

"Ohhhh!" My 2-year-old daughter calls out. "Snowman!" She stops abruptly and points at the white rectangle painted on the stone steps that wind down from Isham Park.

Well, who am I to tell her it isn't?

I hold on to the urge to "correct" her, to inform her about the world, to make sure she knows all the reasons why this can't and will never be a snowman, to teach her what this "really" is. To say "No."

I hold on tightly to that impulse that overtakes us adults. That compulsion to pull children from their world into our logical one, even when it may not be in their best interest to do so. This "No" is the one that makes her "wrong" and risks whittling away a small part of her child-like, creative, joyful being with the chisel of reality.

Instead, for that second, I give over to her and her snowman. I live with her in her moment in time, her world. I began to "see" through her eyes. Now I am her ally, the leader who understands her. I relax into connection.

"A snowman!" I say as I bend down. "What's he doing?"

"Sleeping."

"Can you show me?"

She points into the rectangle's whiteness.

"Do you want me to take a picture of him?"

"Yes." She seems content. My heart feels full.

We move on.
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