Children Inherit Higher IQ from Mom’s Brains, Not Her Milk – CME Teaching Brief® – MedPage Today

Children Inherit Higher IQ from Mom’s Brains, Not Her Milk – CME Teaching Brief® – MedPage Today

The mother’s IQ was a better predictor of whether she would breastfeed than race, education, age, poverty status, smoking, the home environment, or the child’s birth weight or birth order. One standard deviation increase in maternal IQ (15 points) more than doubled the odds that a woman would breastfeed her child.

Hmm, well OK. You can’t argue with science, I suppose :)

I guess this means that a Mensa meeting won’t be too different from a La Leche League meeting. ;)

New highlights

Ahhh! Don’t you love fresh hair color? OK, maybe not you, PenguinSushi :P (For some reason, I automatically added a “t” to the end of your name when I typed that – PenguinSushit!) Anyways, for the rest of us who appreciate haircolor. Behold!!! I did my regular colors (chocolate brown, deep red, and blonde), but reduced the blonde and did the whole underside (which is normally virgin hair) in the chocolate brown. Its very fall-y :)
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Equal is Less

I am in Chapter 4 of Siblings Without Rivalry, and she is bringing up some more very interesting points. They are well worth discussing, IMHO ;)

I told them all the story of the young wife who suddenly turned to her husband asked, “Who do you love more? Your mother or me?” Had he answered, “I love you both the same,” he would have been in big trouble. But instead he said, “My mother is my mother. You’re the fascinating, sexy woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

I wonder if this story is real ;) Either way, its a good answer.

“To be loved equally,” I continued, “is somehow to be loved less. To be loved uniquely — for one’s own special self — is to be loved as much as we need to be loved.”

I wish to continue in this line of thought.

To meet our children’s needs is far better than trying to even everything out. Not only is that impossible, but its also not realistic. That’s not how life works. She gives examples of kids who are complaining that their sibling’s pancakes were bigger. Rather than trying to even it out, she suggests asking if they are still hungry and then either giving them another or making extra for them the next time. It doesn’t have to be equal to be fair.

Similarly you don’t need to spend 10 minutes with each child. Instead what is needed is to meet the child’s needs at that time. If they need 5 minutes, then fine. If they need 15, that’s fine too. It lets them know that you’ll be there when they need you, and you don’t need to force extra time or cut it short in order to be fair.

She then addresses whether or not we must love our children equally. Obviously this is a tough subject. Just like the above example of the young wife, it is important that we look for the best in all of our children, even if we have a natural connection with one child.

Would it help… to tell yourself that it isn’t necessary to respond to each child with equal passion, and that it’s perfectly normal and natural to have different feelings towards different children? The only thing that is necessary is that we take another look at the less favored child, seek out her specialness, then reflect the wonder of it back to her. That’s all we can ask of ourselves, and all the children need of us. By valuing and being partial to each child’s individuality, we make sure that each of our children feels like a number one child.

This is what I have always strived to do, and I think it is because I had excellent modeling from my parents. We openly admit that in our family there are certain members who have more of a spark together, but that we still love each other in our own special ways. For example, my mother is one of my best friends, and throughout my life that has been true. Although she and I are chattier and do more things together, my dad and I have a soul connection. There is a depth there that I can’t even explain with words. My brother is the opposite way. He’s friends with my dad, but his deep connection is with my mom. I don’t feel like either of them favor either of us. They just love us differently :)

I pray that I’ll be able to show my kids the same thing.

Honor vs. Respect

I am reading Turansky and Millers’ Say Goodbye to Whining, Complaining, and Bad Attitudes in You and Your Kids right now for a reading group for homeschool moms that I joined, and I am really loving it so far.

I have heard them speak before, and I loved the points that they made about honor vs. respect, so I want to chat about them!

The Greek word often translated “respect” is phobos, from which we get the English word phobia. At its root, it means “to fear.” Respect is outward, focusing on a person’s position or the power of office. When only respect is emphasized in family life, it leads to outer conformity, false intimacy, and, eventually, distant relationships

Wow, how many times have I seen that? Families focus on respect, and they end up with behaviors that, at least for a time, look respectful, but then they turn sour as the true heart is revealed in time.

The Greek word that is often translated “honor” in the New Testament comes from timae which means “worth” or “value.” It’s one thing to respect (fear) God because of his tremendous power and greatness and another thing to honor (value) him because of those qualities.

They mention that both honor and respect have their place, but we need to remember that we are told in Romans 12:10 to “Honor one another above yourselves.” This means “treating people as special, doing more than what’s expected, and having a good attitude (definition also from Turansky and Miller).” If we are teaching our children to honor rather than just respect, then it will go to a deeper level than mere behavior modification. Instead we are teaching their hearts.

The goal of discipline is to help children not only act correctly, but also to think correctly and to become the people God made them to be. Honor addresses what’s going on below the surface and considers a child’s heart. When you teach children to change their hearts, you will see them make attitude adjustments, not just behavioral changes. You’ll get to the root of disobedience or immaturity, and you’ll help your children make lifelong changes.

I can’t wait to move on to the next chapter!

For today I am going to try to focus on honoring my husband and my children, and being a good model of honor.  I can already tell that this is an area that will need a significant amount of work in my life…  I’m looking forward to the journey.

Another proud moment

Although my children are still very young, I am still awed when I get to see them growing into who they will become. Everytime something like this happens, it makes me feel a little tinge of what Sally Clarkson talks about in The Mission of Motherhood

…As I pondered these thoughts, I was drawn back to the picture before me. How blessed I was to see that the kind of family I had dreamed of was indeed, by God’s grace, standing before me. Yet it had been years in the making, and the process had been fraught with challenges every step of the way… I had spent years praying and faithfully working to live out the dream that was in my heart… I had wondered if my dream would ever become a reality. But now I could see that… it was really happening.

I am definitely not to the point in my kids lives (they’re 2 and 4!) where I could make quite the same declaration, but it is happening on a mini scale each day.

This morning I was trying to get the house ready for yet another home showing. It is tedius and frustrating to try to keep the house perfect as we try to sell it, and last night I was so exhausted that I went to sleep with dishes in the sink and Lego’s on the floor. My kids are generally responsible for cleaning up their toys, and when there is a showing, my 4yo picks up the main level, the basement, and the bedrooms (on his own, without me asking) while I clean the kitchen and bathrooms. Then he vacuums all of the levels while I mop and then go behind him and vacuum anything he misses. He is such a sweetheart. As soon as he starts helping, my 2yo jumps right in.

I was thinking about how sweet he is and how generous he is when it comes to helping me pick up my messes, so I decided this morning to pick up his Lego’s for him while breakfast cooked. He was in the other room playing, so I quietly grabbed the empty Lego box and threw a couple of pieces in. I guess I wasn’t quiet enough, because he ran in the room with another box, smiled at me, and started cleaning. My daughter saw him, and she ran in and started helping me too.

Now, a few minutes later, breakfast is out and my house is cleaned up. My stress levels are way down, and a big part of it has to do with the fact that we are striving as a family to serve rather than be served. This is not a natural gifting for me in the least, so I think that makes it all the more special. Its just so cool to see your vision for your family as it becomes reality. Its amazing. God is so good.

Whoa, nelly! My posture sucks!

Today I was enjoying my day, and all was lovely.  I finished working out and decided to go look up some more yoga information on the web.  I was trying to sit with good posture, but couldn’t find a good position.  Then I stumbled on this article on the Yoga Journal website.

Rewind: A couple of weeks ago we went to Six Flags and dh took a ton of pictures.  I noticed that my posture looked a bit hunchy and “yuck” so I’ve been trying to be aware.  My shoulders looked a little slouched, and I didn’t like that.

I was keeping that in mind as I read the article.  I figured that I must need to work on some yoga postures to enhance my daily posture.  Then I did their spine test.  That beautiful thing taught me that not only are my shoulders hunching forward, but I have a swayed back too.  Grrrreat.  I’m bad on both ends!

So now I’m walking around the house while trying to be aware of my swayed back (which apparently is the issue I should work on first).  As I was thinking about it, I remembered something: Right after my pregnancy I kept thinking about how swayed my back had become.  Apparently I just accepted it and moved on though.  What an oaf!  I can’t believe I’ve been walking around like this!

I guess I have some new exercises to add to my practice.  Not surprisingly, they are postures that normally give me a hard time.  I guess that makes it even more obvious that I need to work on it.

So the lesson to be learned here is that you should evaluate your own hunchedness, because apparently even your friends and family won’t tell you  :P   Thanks for nothing, everyone!  ;)

Whole Wheat Pizza Dough

As I’ve mentioned before, I am very happy to have a new grain mill :) My family LOVES anything made with fresh flour!

Tonight I modified our usual pizza crust to be a little more whole-wheatified ;) I have switched all of our other recipes over to 100% fresh ww flour, but I left a good amount of white flour in this recipe. I think I’ll try even more ww next time…

2 c. warm water
2 t. honey
1 T. olive oil
1 t. salt
3 1/2 c. all-purpose flour
1 c. whole wheat flour
2 1/2 t. yeast

Add ingredients to bread maker in above order. Set to dough cycle.

After the cycle is over, split into two equal pieces. Toss/roll/stretch into circles and place on pans that have been dusted with corn meal. Preheat oven to 400 and prebake pizzas for about 6 minutes. Take out of the oven and spread with tomato sauce and McCormick’s pizza grinder seasonings (or any seasonings of your choice). Top with cheese and/or other toppings if desired. We always do a cheese-free one around here :)

Cook until the dough is lightly browned (maybe 10 minutes?) or until the cheese is bubbly. Serve with a little honey to dip the crust in (a la Beau Jo’s)!