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May, 2010:

Is Encouragement Good for Kids?

At last week’s PTA meeting, the school brought a parenting counselor to talk about encouragement. She discussed how giving specific encouragement, when kids do things right reinforces positive behavior and helps reach scholastic achievements. Ultimately, the reasoning goes, kids learn how to give themselves positive feedback.

This is exactly where the approach goes wrong, in my opinion. By constantly encouraging the kids when they do things right, parents undermine the ability to look within for motivation. Encouraged kids grow up to be adults that are dependent on external praise and do not have the fortitude to make correct, but unpopular choices.

On the other hand, each time we praise a child when he behaves or performs well and withhold praise when things go wrong, we inadvertently teach him that our love and, by extension, his worth are based on performance.

When a child gets an A on a test or goes out of his way to help someone, he doesn’t need our praise. He knows he has done well and he feels happy. At such times, we would do well by emphasizing how he feels and identifying with these positive feelings. Instead of, “I am so proud of you,” how about, “I am sure you are very proud of yourself.” The beaming smile on the mother’s face is enough for the child to understand that she is celebrating the good times together with him.

Children do need encouragement, sorely so, but not when everything is OK. It is exactly at the moments of failure, of bad behavior and poor learning that kids crave encouragement. Once we reiterate the limits (in cases of misbehavior) or figure out what went wrong at school, we can communicate our empathy with the child’s plight as well as our belief that the letdown is only temporary, but our love is eternal and unconditional. This is the time to share our vision of the child’s potential and our belief in his ability to actualize it.

Such encouragement teaches the child that no matter how many times he fails, he is not a failure. It gives him the strength to pick up the pieces and carry on, may be even try harder the next time around. It develops a feeling of self-worth that has greater chances of surviving through whatever life may throw at him.

Nowhere is this more apparent than in the example brought by the counselor at the school’s event. She suggested mothers look back at the encouragement given by midwives or doctors at the time of birth in order to realize how instrumental it was in helping deliver the baby. This sounds like a great exercise, except it proves the opposite point! Though I have given birth to five children, I am yet to meet a midwife that would clap her hands and tell me how well I did after the child is born. At childbirth, the encouragement and support are given during the moments of crisis and pain before the delivery, when the mother might question her ability to survive the ordeal.

By supporting our children in hard times we can help them develop the courage to look inward for motivation, to withstand difficulties, and to persevere in the face of criticism.

What do you think about the effects of encouragement on children?

Adapted from a lesson by Rachel Arbus. To read more of Rachel’s unorthodox, but thought-provoking parenting advice, check out her book.

Cold Soup on a Hot Day

With the heat wave upon us, and many more expected in the coming months, the idea of hot kitchens and heavy meals doesn’t resonate with family chefs and their “clients.”

That’s where these nutritious, delicious, and super-easy recipes come in. There is nothing like a bowl of nourishing yet refreshing cold soup to please your family on a hot day.

Serve these with some whole wheat or rye bread and a plate of fresh fruit for dessert and you’ve got a complete meal in less than 20 minutes.

Okroshka

The word “okroshka” comes from the Russian word for a crumb. The soup is made of finely chopped vegetables combine with a liquid, either kvass (a fermented bread drink) or kefir (buttermilk).  Kvass is available at most Russian food stores, but you can also use more familiar ingredients, such as diluted plain yogurt.

Borscht

Borscht is a familiar comfort soup to any person with even the faintest of Eastern European roots. Borscht comes in both hot and cold varieties. Here is my mother’s signature recipe of the cold summer borscht. It is infinitely better than anything you can buy in a jar.

Gazpacho

Unlike the above recipes, gazpacho originated in Spain. Although I started making it only a few years ago, it is immensely popular with my kids. Talk about a melting pot.

Parent Job Description

A few days ago I got this pearl via email. I have no idea who wrote it, but they have really hit the nail on the head.

If it had been presented this way I don’t believe any of us would have applied!!!

Position:

Mom, Mommy, Mama, Ma

Dad, Daddy, Dada, Pa, Pop


Job Description:

Long term team players needed for challenging, permanent work in an often chaotic environment.

Candidates must possess excellent communication and organizational skills and be willing to work variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends and frequent 24 hour shifts on call.

Some overnight travel required including trips to the hospital, emergency room, walk-in clinics, primitive camping sites on rainy weekends, and endless sports tournaments in far away cities!

PTA meetings, school report card days, open house, things of that nature.

Travel expenses not reimbursed.

Extensive courier duties also required.

Responsibilities:

The rest of your life.

Must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily, until someone needs $5.

Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly.

Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone just crying wolf.

Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets, baking , constant cleaning, and stuck zippers.

Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars, and coordinate production of multiple homework projects.

Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks.

Must be willing to be indispensable one minute, an embarrassment the next.

Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap plastic toys and battery operated devices.

Must always hope for the best, but be prepared for the worst.

Must assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end product.

Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility.

Possibility for Advancement & Promotion:

None.

Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills, so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you.

Previous Experience:

None required unfortunately.

On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.

Wages and Compensation:

Get this! You pay them!

Offering frequent raises and bonuses.

A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because of the assumption that college will help them become financially independent. When you die, you give them whatever is left. The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.

Benefits:

While no health or dental insurance, no pension, no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and no stock options are offered, this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth, unconditional love, and free hugs and kisses for life if you play your cards right.

THERE IS NO RETIREMENT – EVER!!!


 


My Cooking Style – Interview with the Cooking Manager

Yesterday, I had the distinct pleasure of being interviewed by Hannah of the Cooking Manager fame.

From cooking styles, to cookbooks, to gadgets – we discussed it all.

Hannah even managed to get a heirloom recipe, handed down by 97-year-old grandmother. (Psst, it’s for a savory cabbage and egg stuffed pastry).

Here’s the link to the post.


 

Shavuot – the Holiday of Unity?

Have you ever watched your kids fight? I am always amazed by their ability to go from scratch-bite-hit to hug-love-play in five seconds flat. No matter how hard they clash, after the fight is over, there are no grudges left. After all, they are siblings, so once the issues are resolved, there is nothing to fight about.

Unfortunately, the same logic does not always apply to grown-ups. Unlike kids, adults have difficulty letting go of hard feelings. Even after we settle our differences, grown-up fights often leave bitter feelings.

During the Seder we say, “If He had brought us to Sinai and not given us the Torah that would be sufficient.” What would be the point of standing before Sinai if it had not culminated in the giving of the Torah? The Torah tells us “ויחן שם ישראל נגד ההר” “Israel camped there opposite the mountain.” The word “camp” is singular, prompting the Sages to comment, “as one person with one heart.”

The unity of the Jews is not only a prerequisite for receiving the Torah. Even without the Torah, there is crucial value in unity. A well-known midrash in Vayikra Rabah contrasts the times of Ahav and David. Despite rampant idol-worship, Ahav was victorious in his wars, precisely because the people were at peace with each other. On the other hand, during David’s reign, although Jews faithfully kept the Torah, the internal bickering caused them losses on the battlefield.

Faulty interpersonal relations are so dire in G-d’s eyes that even phenomenal Torah scholarships, which culminated in the writing of the Mishnah, could not save the Jews from the exile.

This lesson was really driven home recently, as I was reading Rav Shlomo Zalman Auerbach’s latest biography. One Shabbat, Rav Auerbach was approached by a young rabbi, who asked what to do with a watermelon brought by an irreligious cousin. The asker had grounds to doubt the watermelon had been tithed and one is not allowed to tithe on Shabbat. Rav Auerbach asked whether in the rabbi’s mind the cousin would be offended if the watermelon would not be served. When answered in the affirmative, Rav Auerbach suggested that the family rely on a very questionable practice by one Jerusalem family to tithe all the vegetables sold on the markets. Although the practice lacked firm halachic basis, it was sufficient in order not to embarrass another person. In the end, the watermelon turned out to be completely rotten.

As I was writing this post, I received a link to a very similar Dvar Torah, delivered by Rav Yitzchak Berkovits. Here it is:

Shavuos and Interpersonal Relationships from Jerusalem Kollel on Vimeo.

May we merit being nice to each other. G-d will take care of the rest.

The Most Unusual Cheesecake You’ll Ever Make

With Shavuot is just around the corner, many of us are frantically looking for our favorite cheesecake recipes from last year. However, if you are the adventurous type and would like to make something out of the mainstream, here is my unorthodox version of the iconic Shavuot cheesecake.

This cheesecake is perfect for the egg allergics as it  egg-free.

(Scroll down to see a picture).

Crust

1.5 cup breadcrumbs

2 tbsp honey

3 tbsp sesame seeds

6 tbsp oil

Filling

2 ripe avocados, peeled and seeded

3 tbsp sugar (or 2 tbsp honey)

1/3 cup lemon juice

8-9 oz (250 gr) cream cheese

1. Combine crust ingredients to form moist, crumbly dough. Press onto the bottom and sides of a 9″ pie plate and bake for 15 minutes. Cool to room temperature.

2. Combine sugar with half the lemon juice and cook until sugar dissolves. (Omit this step if using honey)

3. In a food processor, puree the avocado and process with cheese, dissolved sugar (or honey), and juice until smooth. Pour into the crust and refrigerate overnight.

Could be served with whipped cream.

And now for the picture (I have warned you…)

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What Your Car Can Teach You (With Some Help from Up There)

Here’s a real story from tonight. I was returning from a PTA meeting at my son’s school with a car full of neighbors. At one point, we saw a car parked smack in the middle of the street while the driver was animatedly talking to somebody. I flashed the lights, but the guy didn’t pay any attention, so I carefully drove around him (there wasn’t really that much room there) and dropped off my friend several blocks away.

On our way back, the car was still parked in the middle of the road. I drove over to the driver’s side and calmly told him that he was blocking the street. Instead of apologizing, he tried to brush me off with a joke. I reprimanded him for the lack of derech eretz and drove off.

One of my friends got really mad at this behavior. As we discussed it in the car, it slowly dawned on me that reprimanding him in front of four other people in the car was not the right thing to do.

Once we got to our parking lot, but before I had a chance to park properly, the neighbor sitting in the front passenger seat noticed that she was missing a lens from her glasses. I pulled up the parking brake and the three of us started searching for the lens. As soon as the lens was found, the most amazing thing happened. The car, which had stood perfectly still until that moment, started sliding downhill and finally hit a wall about 5 yards away.

After the initial shock dissipated, it became clear to me that the incident was directly related to the reprimand given to the other driver several minutes prior. Although it might have been perfectly reasonable to notify him that he was blocking whatever traffic might occasion down the street at 11:30 PM, it was not OK to pass judgment on his personality, especially not in front of other people. Instead of the knee jerk reaction, I could have given him the benefit of the doubt or just driven off without the second comment. The reminder to try harder the next time around was not long in coming.

The price of the lesson – a broken light and a smashed bumper. Blessed is He who takes out His anger on sticks and stones.


 


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Remembering Grandpa on V-day

Yesterday was May 9. I know this date probably doesn’t mean much to you, but for anyone growing up in Russia that’s Victory Day, the celebration of victory over Nazi Germany in 1945.

As always, Russians celebrated with a military parade (this year’s was the largest ever with over 10,000 soldiers and representatives of veterans from other Allied armies).

The Israeli media covered the local angle by interviewing Red Army veterans living here. As I listened to their  recollections, I remember another veteran, who is no longer with us, my grandfather.

Grandfather continued carrying silent reminders of his wartime experiences until his last day. Besides a limp and a hearing impediment, valiantly “earned” while liberating Poland, like many veterans, he always wore several military decorations on the lapel of his jacket. Despite our family’s deep scorn for expressions of Soviet patriotism, these decorations were such an integral part of who he was, that after his death my mother risked smuggling the medals out of the country.

If I would have to pick one trait that was special to my grandfather, it was his desire to make people feel good. Whenever he saw someone dejected, he’d pull a bill out of the pocket and tell the person to go buy something for himself. “Don’t eat alone; you’ll choke,” was one of his favorite expressions.  ”Be a mentsch,” was the other.

When our son was born, the only boy born in the family in more than a decade since grandfather’s passing, the choice of name was obvious. It wasn’t until several weeks later that we noticed that the child’s birthday coincided with grandfather’s yertzeit. What a fitting way for grandfather to smile at us from above.


 

Communist Nostalgia

When I was growing up in Russia, May Day was one of the staples of communist festival fare. Since our family lived in downtown Moscow, every year we would spend the day watching (and sometimes participating in) the annual May Day parade.

You would think that 20 years after the fall of communism, the red proletariat spirit would be a thing of the past. Think again.

Here’s what happened when “bourgeois” teens got together to celebrate May Day in Tel Aviv this year.

Only in Israel!

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