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5 Ways The Wally Show Helps Pessimistic Parents Like Me

August 16, 2012 at 11:44 pm , by 

21 months.

As a dad, I definitely have my dark, pessimistic side. I feel like way too often, this quote by comedian Louis C.K. perfectly summarizes my outlook:

“The hardest thing about having kids is the days that you spend with them. That’s really the hardest part. It’s just everyday that you have them.”

In other words, parenting is tough. How do I make it? More importantly, how do other people make it?

If we knew all the answers on what to do as parents, I suppose we wouldn’t be reading blogs like this.

But not only do I not have the answers, I don’t have the patience nor enough of a positive attitude. I just don’t, on my own.

By default, I’m way too greedy when it comes my sense of personal free time; which doesn’t help when you’re trying to take care of another little human being.

Plus, I get easily irritated (and grouchy the next day) when I can’t sleep through the night without having to get up a few times to soothe my son back to sleep.

I don’t simply mean these things annoy me: I’m saying they anger me. I don’t like that about myself.

These tendencies of mine keep me from being the dad I want to be.

Strangely though, the best help I found was when I re-programed my radio to WAY-FM, a national, non-profit broadcasting network which features The Wally Show.

Here are 5 reasons why keeping my car radio on a station like this as I drive my son around in the car helps me to be a better dad:

1. Relevant conversations. I get my news updates (and lot of my blog topics) from The Wally Show‘s real conversations about real life events going on; from buzzing parenting topics to pop culture.

2. Positive, yet realistic attitudes. It has become very evident to me that since changing to this station, starting and ending my work day with it, a lot of my own negativity has been re-wired. I catch myself thinking about encouraging nuggets of knowledge I heard on their show when before, I would have focused on the negative instead.

3. Solid, uplifting music. While the songs played in between conversations are largely Christian, they are more importantly positive. Sure, they play stuff like MercyMe’s “I Can Only Imagine,” but they also play Mat Kearney’s “Down” as well.

4. Good humor. I can always use a laugh, and I always get it when I have this show on. Just look at Wally’s wedding photo (above) for the evidence. I used to be a Free Beer and Hot Wings kind of guy. But now I can listen to goofy comedy and still have a clear conscience for the rest of the day.

5. Opportunities to help others.The Wally Show is a big supporter and fund-raiser for Blood:Water Mission, a grassroots organization that empowers communities to work together against the HIV/AIDS and water crises in Africa.

Simply put, listening to The Wally Show, as opposed to the average radio station, integrates positivity into my life. And I am an often pessimistic parent who needs that kind of reinforcement that lasts throughout the day.

There’s a really good chance you live in an area where you can pick up The Wally Show on your radio. Click these colorful words to see a list of cities and find out for sure.

Worst case scenario: You can still very easily listen to The Wally Show‘s podcasts by clicking these colorful words if you happen to live in one of the few cities that doesn’t have radio access to the show.

While I’m at it, I want to remind you that you are invited to learn 8 Non-Religious Reasons To Take Your Kids To Church to help add even more positive vibes in your hectic life as a parent.

Here’s the kind of music played on The Wally Show; this song in particular relates to being a parent:

 

The Difference Between Punishing And Disciplining My Child

August 15, 2012 at 11:15 pm , by 

20 months.

What if we aimed for the same outcome for adults who do us wrong as we do our own kids when we discipline them?

I mean, instead of instantly wishing that a person suffers, what if we honestly hoped to see them restored to decency?

What if instead of wishing for annihilation for our enemies and frenemies, we wished for restoration and positive progress?

If I take away my son’s security blanket/girlfriendor put my son in time-out for no reason, then I am punishing him.

But if I do either of those things after I already warned him against something and he refused to cooperate, then I am simply following through with disciplining him.

To me, that is the difference.

It’s punishment if there is no cause. It’s discipline if it serves a purpose to make my child a better human being.

I’ve said it before: Disciplining a child is a weird thing.

Everyone has their own approach to it that they feel most comfortable with and find to be the most effective. But I’m for certain that no parent disciplines their child in secret hopes of making them suffer indefinitely for their offenses.

Instead, we want our children to mature and become less selfish. We want the best for them. By doing so, we make the world a better place.

So here’s something I think is messed up about us as adults: It’s way too easy for us to want to see other people cursed and suffer when they offend us, rather than them being blessed and enriched.

If someone cuts us off in traffic, they are automatically a jerk who deserves to be flipped off.

No matter how good of a person they may be outside of that single moment. Forget about how hard they work for their family and how they help others out of the goodness of their hearts.

For cutting us off, they become labeled as idiots who have no hope of redemption.

In fact, in that heat of the moment, the thought of that person being redeemed is absurd. It’s natural and easy to generalize them into an evil and moronic imbecile who intends to make your life hell; or at least annoying.

Simply said, we want that person to suffer. Who cares about forgiveness, redemption, or reconciliation.

And then, for all we know, the next day we coincidentally see them at the gas station and they say to us, “Excuse me, but you dropped this.”

They hand to you your debit card which slipped out of your wallet. You thank them; neither of you even aware of the incident the day before.

We discipline our children to help them, not privately wish bad things upon them. Yet we so easily want to judge and punish those who slightly offend us or have the opposite view as we do on a political or parenting issue that doesn’t even personally concern us.

By the way, if you live in Nashville, I’ve probably cut you off before on the road. But only because you seemed to be going slower than you actually were, but I realized it only after I had already pulled out in front of you.

Oops. My bad.

Here’s a quote from my favorite song right now, performed by 10th Avenue North:

“Why do we think that hate’s gonna change their heart?
We’re up in arms over wars that don’t need to be fought
But pride won’t let us lay our weapons on the ground
We build our bridges up but just to burn them down
We think pain is owed apologies and then it’ll stop
But truth be told it doesn’t matter if they’re sorry or not”

 

Why I Don’t Call My Son “Buddy” Like The Cool Dads Do

August 14, 2012 at 11:39 pm , by 

20 months.

I’ve never called my son “Buddy.”

No, it’s not that I’m one of those parents who takes things too seriously; proclaiming that calling my son such a casual nickname willcause him to respect me less in the long run.

Nor am I bitter that my dad wouldn’t let me get a My Buddy doll when I was a kid in the Eighties, so therefore I just boycott the word altogether.

Ultimately, I just don’t think I have the right personality for it. I watch my good friend (andthe most talented photographer I know) Joe Hendricks play with his son:

“Hey there little Buddy! Look at you starting to walk! That’s my main man! What a champ!”

That will never be me. I’ll never talk like that. I could never pull it off.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

It’s just that my friend Joe is more of a Buddy kind of guy than I am or ever will be.

He is the epitome of the nickname “Buddy.” Not only does everyone I know happen to know Joe, but he’s the kind of guy you want to be your friend if he’s not already.

As for me, I’m more an introvert/extrovert hybrid. And I never refer to my own friends by that word. I never say, “Yeah, last weekend me and one of my buddies…”.

I use the much less interesting and affectionate term, friend, instead for my… friends.

So what word do I use for my son when I am talking to my him?

Son.

As I unpack my subconscious on this, I realize that I enjoy reminding myself that I am his father. I find a lot of my value as a human being in being a dad.

I suppose I choose son because it makes me feel good about myself. It carries this idea of mentorship, especially when I use it to instruct him:

“Alright Son, pick up your toys, then we can go downstairs and watch Elmo.”

“Son, come with me. We’re going to try out our new jogging stroller.”

“You have a good night, Son. I love you.”

To me, the word carries a lot of emotional and spiritual meaning with it. Plus, it goes without saying that packaged into the word son is friend.

But it’s all personal preference and it doesn’t matter in the end.

The dads who call their son “Buddy” are doing what’s right for them and their relationship with their son, as are those of us who use another name instead.

People show affection and emotion in different ways. And I think all this talk right now about a man calling his son “Buddy” is just simply a reflection of that.

My Toddler Son, The Mine-O-Saur: “Mine! Mine! Mine!”

August 13, 2012 at 10:31 pm , by 

20 months.

“The only time you should look into your neighbor’s bowl is to make sure they have enough,” comedian Louis C.K. awkwardly tells his daughter on an episode of his FX show, Louie.

Well said, Louis.

And what a pertinent time to hear such a wise proverb. Because my 20 month-old son, as adorable is he may be, has become a completeMine-O-Saur.

Like the titular character in the book by Sudipta Bardhan-Quallen, Jack now feels the need to announce ownership of his toys to any other child who visits our home:

“Mine!”

As an adult, I think about how seldom in life it’s really ever necessary to have to proclaim “Mine!” to anyone. Yet in the mind of a toddler, he has exclusive ownership of these toys my wife and I worked hard to buy for him.

I look forward to the day when Jack will be able to better understand the point of a wonderful song by Jack Johnson, from the Curious George movie soundtrack, “The Sharing Song.”

The main line from the chorus is this: “It’s always more fun to share with everyone.”

As an adult, I know how true it is. Even if it’s as simple as something like when I offer a piece of gum or a snack to a coworker, I enjoy the sense of helping someone else, despite it being in the smallest of ways.

This past weekend, Jack got to the point where he didn’t even want to go into the living room because his little cousin Calla was there playing with his toys.

He couldn’t tolerate the thought of her playing with blocks that came from the same container. If Calla chose a different toy altogether, then Jack would get upset because she was still playing with one of his toys.

So a couple of time-out sessions were earned.

If only toddlers could get it that it’s cool to share. I never really thought about this before, but I guess toddlers don’t care too much about being cool or how society views them.

Toddlers are too sophisticated for something as juvenile as peer pressure.