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More thoughts on intelligence/praise

In response to my last post, some one posted a link to a New York magazine article on the Power and Peril of Praising kids. There is so much good information in that article that it is going to take me awhile to absorb it. It also helps me see why I worry about our local gifted programs with their emphasis on intelligence and results. Two paragraphs in particular rang true to me because I’ve seen Kiki think exactly this way:

Dweck had suspected that praise could backfire, but even she was surprised by the magnitude of the effect. “Emphasizing effort gives a child a variable that they can control,” she explains. “They come to see themselves as in control of their success. Emphasizing natural intelligence takes it out of the child’s control, and it provides no good recipe for responding to a failure.”

In follow-up interviews, Dweck discovered that those who think that innate intelligence is the key to success begin to discount the importance of effort. I am smart, the kids’ reasoning goes; I don’t need to put out effort. Expending effort becomes stigmatized—it’s public proof that you can’t cut it on your natural gifts.

Anyway, I recommend that everyone go check out the article. I think I’m going to print the whole thing out and put it in my files just in case the online version eventually disappears

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Prodigies and perseverance

The Psychology Today website has an interesting article on why child prodigies tend not to achieve greatness as adults. There are several aspects of the prodigy experience that are examined, but the one that caught my eye is that perseverance is a better indicator for success than natural talent. This is something I have observed time and again among people I know. I’ve seen amazing gifts languish because the person who has them has never learned how to work hard. This is something I fear for my kids. They are so smart, school comes easily to them. They skip along, casually absorbing things that their peers have to struggle for. But when they hit something that they don’t absorb as naturally as breathing, they stop cold. Both German and Clarinet did this to Kiki. Now she is having to learn to work hard with no guarantee of success. It is hard for me to stand by and watch her struggle when I know I could end it, but I must do it. I must do the same for all my kids when they hit their personal roadblocks. The one who has the most advantage here is Link. He is just as smart as the others, but he has some academic weaknesses that he must struggle against. Because he struggles now and learns how to keep going, he is less likely to be stopped cold later.

It makes me think of a scripture found in The Book of Mormon:

Ether 12:27
“I give unto men weaknesses that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humbleth themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them.”

Sometimes the things we consider our greatest weaknesses become our greatest strengths simply because we have to work so hard at them.

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What is most wanted

When Howard and I were engaged we attended a devotional meeting led by one of the General Authorities of our church. I don’t remember which one he was, or the topic of the meeting, but I remember clearly that at one point he challenged the audience to look inside themselves to find what was truly most important to us. I remember searching inside myself and discovering that beyond the “givens” of living a good life as outlined by my religion, the most important thing was to be a mother, to pass on to children all the love and nurturing that I had received. After the meeting was over, Howard and I talked about it. He said that for him, the important thing was to create things and share them with other people and hopefully make a living doing so. We discussed how these two things would fit together and figured it would work very well.

That event was the beginning of our plan for our life together. Thereafter we measured all our wants and projects to see if they helped or hindered these core goals in our lives. We spent money on a house because it provided some stability for both central goals. We then began paying off the house as quickly as we could to further provide financial stability. Even when Howard’s Novell salary doubled, we did not spend much more than we already had. Instead we saved and plotted so that we could some day quit that job without jeopardizing the welfare of our growing brood of children. We made sure that we accumulated the skills we would need to succeed. The realization of the dreams has sometimes been different than expected, cartooning rather than music became the creation of choice, but the core goal was the same. Knowing what the goal was, let us steer our lives toward it.

All of this is fresh in my mind today because I read a rant by Robin Hobb in which she likens blogs to vampires that suck the creativity out of fiction writers, leaving them dry. I do not agree with all that she said, but it was an entertaining read and it made me think. Creative people are frequently filled to overflowing with ideas. They don’t just have one dream, they have a hundred. One of the hardest things for a creative person to do is to stay focused on a single shiny possibility, particularly when some of the others seem so much easier to reach. The tendency then is to chase one dream for awhile and then abandon it for the next. This frequently leaves the creative person about where they started with all the dreams still out of reach. This distraction is what Robin Hobb is lamenting. However what Ms. Hobb does not acknowledge is that for some people blogging is actually a help and inspiration for the writing rather than a hindrance. One person’s distraction can be another’s stepping stone. It all depends upon the situation and the core goals. My blog has been both depending on circumstances.

I frequently feel dazzled by all the shiny possibilities for my life, but I must reluctantly acknowledge that I can not achieve them all. I must choose. Not only must I choose, but I must make sure that the biggest, most important things get the largest slices of my attention. I’m still not finished with that motherhood project I began 13 years ago. I can’t abandon it. I must also continue to support Howard’s core goal of living creatively. In fact both of those goals long ago became “ours” rather than mine and his. That process began on the very first day we talked about it. I add and subtract other shiny possibilities from my life as time and energy allows. But even there I’m not picking possibilities at random, I have a few things I am deliberately chasing, such as writing fiction. And so I slowly, but surely, chart a course through life with which I can be pleased. Slowly, but surely, I am reaching some of those shiny possibilities and putting them into my pockets.

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Dual purposes and single purposes

I made an interesting realization last week. Nearly everything I do has multiple purposes. If I pick up a sewing project it is because I enjoy sewing and because Gleek needs a new church dress. If I weed my yard it is because I enjoy gardening and because it makes the house look nice. The more purposes that an activity has attached, the more likely it is to actually get done. All my enjoyments also have agendas. I think there is nothing inherently wrong about mutlitasking this way. It is a good and useful skill. But lately all the needed aspects of my activities have had far more emphasis than the enjoyment aspects. I think I need to make just a little space for single purpose activities. I need to give a child my full attention just because they want to talk to me. I need to read a book just for fun. I need to give myself more micro vacations. I’ve done much better at this during the past week and I can feel the tension unwinding. It is good. Today I spent several hours on single purpose activities. It was harder than I expected. Part of my brain kept agitating, telling me we weren’t being productive enough. Obviously I need more practice at taking time off.

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Patches and the Torrent of Words

This morning Patches didn’t want to go to preschool. Instead he clung to me and informed me that he just wanted to stay home. I happen to know that Patches really loves preschool and has a great time there every day, so the slow development of a reluctance to go has puzzled me a little. This morning I was settled enough in my own brain to realize that what Patches was really saying was “I want more time and attention from you Mommy.”

I’ve been busy a lot lately. Patches is around me most of the time, but he usually only gets half attention at best. A lot of our interactions involve me trying to find something to occupy him so that I can go back to working. That adds up over time and creates a little boy who feels lonely. In January I was making sure that I carved out daily slices of time to give Patches full attention. That fell by the wayside for the past month or so. Not surprisingly, this is also when Patches started resisting preschool and bedtime.

Today I scooped Patches onto my lap and read with him for a full 40 minutes before preschool. That is a big chunk of time out of my perpetually busy days, but Patches needed it. When time came to leave for school he was content to go.

The second thing I remembered/realized today is that Patches is very verbal. He uses words to sort his experiences. Since he can’t write yet, he needs someone to listen to him and ask pertinent questions. I should totally understand this because it is exactly the way that I am. Words are how I process my experiences. But no one has been listening much to Patches lately. We’ve all been busy. Tonight at bedtime he expressed a fear of monsters and I realized that his head was so tangled up with thoughts that he felt unsettled. He was interpreting that unsettled feeling as fear. So tonight I had him lay down on my bed while I folded laundry. I asked him about preschool and a torrent of words flowed out of him. He gave me a play-by-play of the treasure hunt, recounted the story his teacher read about leprechauns, explained that he was sad twice because he didn’t get to find clues, described exactly where all the clues had been hidden, pondered on the differences between BBQers and grills, and a dozen other things. He talked nearly non-stop for over 30 minutes. He finally fell asleep when I had to leave the room for a few minutes.

I need to remember this. I need to make time for my Patches. More than any of the other kids, he needs to be able to read and write. I need to take time to teach him those things. I really need to take time to listen to him, particularly before bed.

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Kid quotes

Patches friend on the way to preschool: “My Mom called me awesome possum, but I’m not really a possum, but I am a awesome.”

Gleek singing the Star Spangled Banner “Jose can you see!”

Howard snuggling the blanket wrapped bundles of children after family prayer “You’re a snuggy huggy buggy ruggy!”

Sandra observing the giggling and tickling after Howard’s declaration “looks more like wiggle piggle tickle giggle to me.”

Gleek talking about her friend whose Grandpa just died “But it’s okay, she can just hug on my Grandpa.”

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It’s tomorrow, and Kiki likes me again

A good night’s sleep does much to settle emotional turmoil. This morning Kiki is completely on board with not giving up. She expressed complete understanding of why I’m requiring it. Apparently last night she was refusing to admit out loud I was right even though she could totally see that I was. There will probably still be moaning and groaning about German study, but I think the major battle is over.

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Sometimes I have to be the enemy

Kiki has been struggling in her German class. Her solution to the struggle was to quit trying. That “F” grade hurts a whole lot less if she knows it came because she gave up. I honestly don’t care whether she ever learns German, but I feel it is critically important for her to learn to keep trying even if the going is rough. So many academic things come easily to Kiki that she doesn’t know how to struggle to learn. She shies away from the struggle and the pain because she has “already had enough pain in her life.” (Her pains include having stitches twice, suffering carpal tunnel in one arm for a few weeks, and being in the middle of two fights between friends.)

I spent an hour this evening talking, lecturing, conversing, storytelling. All of it was aimed at trying to make Kiki understand why giving up is not acceptable in this case. I don’t require her to succeed. I don’t require an “A” grade. She just needs to try as hard as she can and we’ll be happy with whatever grade is the result. Even if that grade is a failing one. At the end of the hour Kiki was still arguing with me, declaring that she just didn’t see any purpose for German in her life. At that point I realized that all the explaining in the world was not going to teach her the lesson she needs. I stopped explaining and simply required her to do 15 minutes of German study at the kitchen table where I could see it before she did anything else. She sulked, but she did it.

Once the study was done, I announced to Kiki that if she chooses to give up, to not try, then I will be forced to conclude that she has not yet learned the lesson that she needs from German and I will re-arrange her schedule for next year so that she has to take it again instead of the fun classes that she had picked out. If she really tries for the rest of the year, then she never has to take German again for all I care. Let me tell you this is not a consequence that I want to apply. I dread applying it. It would make me her enemy for an entire school year. But my dread of applying it is why I will probably never have to. I am now thoroughly motivated to make sure that she does her German study on a daily basis. I would much rather be the enemy for two months than for a full 14 until the end of next year. Hopefully the consequence will motivate her as well, and I won’t have to get in her face every single time to make sure the work gets done.

I don’t like getting strict with my kids. I don’t like having to say “you’ll do it because I said so.” I like reasoning with them and helping them see. But sometimes a child simply can not see and I have to lay down the law. I have to be strict and apply rules that seem stupid to the kids. Then I am the enemy and I don’t like it. But if I do not do it, then I am not doing my best for the welfare of my kids. I hope Kiki can like me again tomorrow.

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