As my two-year-old son was playing on a crowded playground, he made a quick dash to climb up a ladder. I instantly sucked in a deep breath as he lumbered his way awkwardly up the steps. The urge to jump in and help him was strong…but I held back, only staying close by in case something went terribly wrong. 

As he made it to the top of the ladder and turned around to give me a smile, my heart skipped a beat with pride; I was relieved that I had held back and allowed him to figure it out himself. 

This post originally appeared on A Fine Parent.

It is a natural instinct for parents to want to protect their children from adversity. While my son is young and adversity comes in the form of a playground ladder, I can imagine how this will shift and evolve as my son gets older. Learning basic motor skills and tackling self-care will move to making friends, being successful in school, overcoming peer pressure…and the list just goes on. 

Our children MUST learn how to be resilient in order to find success and overcome the obstacles they will face as a human. If we sweep in to save our children from every bit of difficulty, we actually do them a disservice. We send the message that when life gets tough, someone will always help you out of it and that failure is a scary and negative thing.

In reality, one of the best things we can do for our children is to allow them to struggle, as it provides the chance to reframe failure. Every hard moment or struggle is an opportunity to learn resilience! 
Resiliency does not usually come naturally to our kids. We, as parents, can help them overcome difficulty – although this may also not come naturally to us! Most of us likely say or do things, at times, that unintentionally get in the way of raising gritty, independent kids. Here are 5 things we should stop doing right now to raise resilient kids!
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I’m guessing I’m not the only one who has had a playground moment in which the “be careful” has been on the tip of your tongue a million times over. If you are anything like me, you are not always successful in biting your tongue.

Children learn best through interactions with the world and sometimes those interactions are through risks. While we certainly want our kids to be safe, the phrase “be careful” doesn’t help with that because: 

1. What does “be careful” even mean to a child? For a young child especially, they don’t have the skills yet to know how to be careful. 
2. Once we yell “be careful,” the confidence our children once had could turn to fear that they are going to fail. 

Instead, we want to expose our children to difficulty and risks while also managing to guide them through it safely. 

Let’s go back to our playground example. When we see our kid looking to climb up a ladder, we can walk (or scurry!) quickly over to them and say something like: 

“Wow, you are taking a risk! You got this. Tell me about your plan to get up. What’s next? Are you going to grip onto the ladder tightly and pay close attention to where you put your feet? Ok good. Does this feel safe to you? I will be right here watching if you start to feel not safe. Otherwise, I believe in you to get all the way to the top.” 
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Let’s break this down to understand the importance of the key phrases:

1. “Wow, you are taking a risk!” By using the word “wow” and defining that climbing a ladder is a risk, we are letting our child know that risks are good and they should take them. 
2. “You got this.” We are showing our child that we have confidence in them. 
3. “Tell me about your plan to get up. What’s next?” This is our alternative to be careful. We are letting our toddler know that when we take risks, we need to have a plan of action. We shouldn’t go blindly into them. 
4. “Are you going to grip onto the ladder tightly and pay close attention to where you put your feet? Ok good.”  We are giving our child specific ways to be safe while climbing the ladder. This is especially important when the risk they are taking is also a first-time experience…and can be faded as the novelty of the challenge wears out!
5. “Does this feel safe to you? I will be right here watching if you start to feel not safe.” We are teaching our child to check in with their body. If they don’t feel safe, they should listen to that feeling. We are also reassuring them of our presence in case safety becomes compromised.
6. “Otherwise, I believe in you to get all the way to the top.” We are bringing our confidence in them full circle, ending where we started.  

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Eliminating “be careful” from our vocabulary won’t happen overnight, but we can start to practice other ways to offer support and overtime, our confidence in allowing our kids to take risks will start to grow. 

One of my favorite authors, Matthew Kelly, constantly discusses how we need to sit in the classroom of silence. It is there where we can find the answer to some of life’s greatest questions and challenges. We can sit with our thoughts and come up with solutions or think up new ideas.

The same is true for our children. They don’t need constant entertainment handed to them; doing so will create a roadblock to building resiliency. 

The modern world of TVs, phones, devices, the belief that children need to be involved in 1.34 million extracurricular activities, and then the parenting guilt that can make us feel we are failing if we don’t constantly provide games and activities for our children to engage in can greatly interfere with allowing a child to be bored. 

Allowing our children to be bored is actually a good thing. Here’s why: 

1. Boredom helps develop curiosity: Being bored allows kids to make discoveries about the world around them. They start to become curious and ask questions, which can lead to the exploration of new ideas. What can we do instead? Try limiting screen time, especially in places like the grocery store, dinnertime, car rides, and other places that could prompt curiosity and exploration.
2. Boredom helps develop creativity: A study has recently found that creativity has started to decline in children. Children who constantly have full schedules and devices to distract their brains are not having the time or opportunity to foster their creativity. That means they need time to play pretend and problem solve with what they have right in front of them. What can we do instead? Try allowing more unstructured play time each day
   
3. Boredom helps develop independence: When we take the lead to fill up kids’ time with activities and entertainment, we aren’t giving kids a chance to manage their own time and come up with what they want to do or play on their own.  What can we do instead? Try asking your children to come up with ideas about what they want to do or play.

When we allow our kids to be bored, we may actually start to see personalities that are far from boring because our kids have had a chance to explore the world and tap into resiliency skills. 
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Susie from Busy Toddler reminds us that not all toys are created equal, and it is so true! There is such a thing as good toys and bad toys. We want to buy toys that let kids lead instead of ones that do the work for them or are simply the hot new item that serves little positive purpose.

A toy that allows a child to lead is one that:

1. Grows with your child
2. Allows your child to take the lead in unique and creative ways
3. Isn’t loud, flashy, or does all the work for them
4. Sturdy and durable
5. Encourages pretend play
6. Focuses on experiences 
7. Prompts memories 
8. Prompts storytelling
9. Focuses on creative thinking

Taking the extra time to research toys and gifts instead of blindly buying whatever we first see can help ensure that the toys our children are playing with are encouraging the development of resilience. 

We may also find that the best kind of play comes from engagement with materials and items that are not even considered toys. A recent Harris Interactive survey found that 95% of teachers believe that hands-on learning increases confidence, and with confidence comes resiliency. While hands-on learning is more regularly promoted within schools, it can happen at home too, and does not need to involve fancy or expensive toys. For example, we can encourage play using regular household items such as:

• Cardboard boxes, scissors and tape to make robot creations
• Blankets and furniture to make forts
• Pots, pans, and kitchen utensils to create a musical band
• Cans of food for stacking
• Spray bottles to play with outside
• Cotton balls to build a snowman
• Shaving cream on a cookie sheet

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If you’ve ever bought your child an expensive toy only to find them playing with the box it came in, then you know that when given the opportunity, children will play with almost anything. The possibilities are endless! ​

I had to caution my husband to stop using the phrases “That was stupid,” or “I’m so dumb,” whenever he would mess up. If our kids start to think that mistakes are associated with being dumb or stupid, they are less likely to take risks or try something hard for fear of being those words. 

While our son has thankfully not yet repeated those phrases, I have witnessed him mimic the sounds I make when I struggle to open something like a pesky lid on a jar. I grunt, make noises like “Errrr” and start yelling at the object. I noticed my son does the same when he is trying to get his toys out of the closet, and he can’t quite get them unstuck.

Watching him copy my behavior in the face of adversity is a good reminder that if we know our kids are watching us during those moments, of course they are also watching during our less than stellar moments.  

The social learning theory revolves around the idea that people learn by watching others. Perhaps the most well-known test of social learning theory and parent-child behavior is the famous Bobo doll experiment. This experiment found that children most often exhibited the same behavior towards the Bobo doll that they witnessed the adult exhibit–whether it was aggressive or kind. 

Given the impact that our actions clearly have on our children, it’s time to allow them to catch us failing! Whether we really make a mistake or make a fake one to teach our child, the real lesson is letting our kids know that everyone makes mistakes and that failure can be a positive opportunity. Allowing our children to see us fail gives them (and us!) two advantages:

1. The opportunity to also model resilience rather than defeat
2. The opportunity to normalize failure so that it does not feel so scary

The next time we experience a failure (or even an opportunity to “set up” a failure), we can try these things:

• Verbally recognize the failure. Oh man, I was putting together your new bookshelf, and I did it wrong. It’s okay. Mistakes happen. 
• Verbally recognize that there is likely an emotion that comes with the failure. I feel pretty frustrated with this bookshelf. 
• Then, model appropriate actions to take after the failure. I’m going to take a few deep breaths. Then, I am going to reread the directions, so I can get it right. I might even need to watch a YouTube video to teach me how to set it up. Putting this bookshelf is pretty hard, but I am confident that I will learn how to do it. 

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Our young kids often don’t realize that we, the parents, fail too. They are only exposed to a world where they are the ones making mistakes. When we open them up to a world where everyone makes mistakes, we are teaching them failure is not a big deal and we can always try again.

It can be hard to have patience with our children, especially when they are melting down over the most seemingly minute things. 

When my son was learning to use the bathroom on his own he would often throw a fit about having to pull up his pants on his own. He would beg and plead for our help without putting in an ounce of effort on his own. Naturally, we were frustrated and losing patience. 

Dr. Carla Naumburg, PhD stresses the importance of patience when it comes to parenting our kids through big emotions when she said: 
When we get upset or frustrated and try to rush them through these challenging moments, our kids learn that their feelings aren’t safe, and they don’t learn how to effectively take care of themselves when they feel scared, angry, sad, or confused.

In working to reframe my thinking about patience, I started taking my own deep breaths and focused on showing compassion as my son learned to pull up his pants on his own–and it paid off! The patience that I gave reinforced to him that I was confident in his abilities to do the challenging task on his own. 

While we can’t expect our children to learn and demonstrate resilience overnight, we can focus on giving them specific tools to practice flexibility and toughness, including:  

1. Model empathy when failure happens. Oh man, I see you are really disappointed. You wanted to do that better. 
2. Teach them to take deep breaths or use other calming strategies when angry or frustrated. Using a lion’s breath method may be a catchy way to get kids motivated to try deep breathing. Lion’s breath includes an inhale through the nose, followed by opening the mouth widely, stretching the tongue out of the mouth towards the chin, and then exhaling through the mouth loudly. 
3. Gently give a new perspective or quick tip to encourage them to try something again (without doing it for them). You could build that higher if you put the bigger blocks on the bottom and the smaller ones on top.
4. Encourage children to take a break and let them know that it is okay to put something aside and try again later. Setting up a space in the house that is conducive to a calming area may be a good way of providing an outlet for a break when they need one. 
5. Teach them about growth mindset and phrases to use when they think they can’t do something.
6. Help them realize when it is time to give up…at least for now! Some things just don’t work out despite our best efforts and attempts to learn or practicing how to do it. For the sake of their mental health, sometimes it’s best to focus on something else. It doesn’t mean that they have failed; rather that they learned to listen to their bodies and move on. Often, there is simply a missing skill that will develop naturally as a child gets older. 

After weeks of practice and struggle, I heard my son walk into the bathroom and shut the door. I held my breath and patiently waited. After a few minutes, he emerged triumphantly, having handled all the steps on his own. What had started out as a once frustrating and impossible feat soon became an accomplishment that my son was so proud of doing because he worked so hard at it. 
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If you are anything like me, many of the above tips are habits that we may not even realize we are doing! In an effort to keep our children safe and protected, we may fall into the trap of helicopter parenting without even realizing it. By being conscious in our efforts to give patience, space, time, and grace in our expectations, we can raise resilient kids that will know how to problem solve, make hard decisions, cope with rejection, and be lifelong learners. ​

As you assess the current habits you may have that interfere with your child learning resiliency, take a few minutes to reflect on the following:

1. Do you jump in and try to prevent your child from struggling?
2. Do you solve all of your child’s problems for him/her?
3. Do you use the phrase “be careful” a lot?
4. How do you react to your own failures?
5. What kinds of toys does your child own? 
6. Do you feel as if you need to constantly entertain your child with activities and screen time?

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If you answered yes to any of the above, it may be a good indication that you and your child may benefit from a commitment to some of the above suggestions!

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The Diagnosis

I was diagnosed with Hashimoto’s Disease in September of 2015, but my journey begins before then. Two years and two months to be exact.

What I remember the most is the feeling of being tired. Not “I Need a 15 Minute Catnap” tired, but extreme fatigue from basically walking and existing. I took a trip to Boston in July 2013.

I had fun, but I yearned to lie down the entire time. I found my eyes closing as we toured Fenway Park. I drifted off as we took a ferry. I would ask to sit down on a bench as we walked the Freedom Trail because the bones in my feet ached so badly. I am an active runner, so this was unusual to me.

After I got back, I chalked it up to just the weariness of traveling. However, although the tiredness subsided a bit, the aches in my bones persisted. Thus, my two-year journey on the path to Hashimoto’s began.

The first doctor I saw was a podiatrist. He thoroughly examined and x-rayed my feet. Somewhat puzzled, he proclaimed that I might have a slight stress fracture. He suggested a boot for a few weeks.

Feeling silly, I obliged. I wore it for the prescribed amount of time, all the while thinking that it had done nothing to help and we really weren’t getting to the root of the problem. Goodbye money.

Several months passed with some dull aches and pains present, but overall, nothing too extreme.

I continued running and living a normal lifestyle. My pains came back with a vengeance in the spring, but they were different this time.

The muscles in my limbs hurt as well as my joints. I even experienced, what I would describe as tingling and numbness in my arms and legs from time to time.

It was much worse this time around. I felt a constant need to stretch everything out or lie down. I needed to seek some help.

The second doctor that I saw was my primary care doctor. She seemed perplexed too. My blood was drawn and when the results came in, she suggested a medicine that did nothing to help at all. Goodbye money.

Summer 2014 was here, and I would experience the pains for weeks with them subsiding for a few days.

I tried icepacks. They worked for the time being. I revisit the doctor’s office, and this time she prescribed me anti-depression pills. I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t depressed and never even had told her that. I refused to take them. Goodbye more money.

The third time I saw my PCP she suggested I get a scan of my brain because maybe it was Multiple Sclerosis. “We just want to rule everything out.”

I stared at them in disbelief. Sure, they would never conclude that I had MS just because I ticked one box.

But there I was getting my head scanned, the first of many due to developing an unrelated brain aneurysm the following year. The results came in and just as I expected everything was normal. Goodbye money.

By this time, I was fed up with the cocktail of drugs they tried to force upon me and the number of futile tests I had to endure. I switched doctors in September of 2015.

My new doctor, the amazing Dr. Amy Bruton of The Whole Woman in Raleigh, NC, ran some blood work and informed me my thyroid levels were off. She sent me to what was now the 4th kind of doctor I had seen, the endocrinologist.

There, he confirmed that I had Hashimoto’s, an autoimmune disease of the thyroid. In all, it means I have an underactive thyroid (hypothyroidism).

His response to my question on where do I go from here was vague. He was the kind of doctor that couldn’t make eye contact and talked in hard to understand medical language. I left with the impression that I just do…nothing?

 A couple of months later I went back to my new doctor. In dismay, she shook her head when I told her of the endocrinologist’s advice. I left her office that day with a referral to a new endocrinologist, Dr. Glenn Stall of Raleigh Endocrine, and a whole list of medicine and vitamins to take: Nature Throid, Inflavonoid, Methyl B12, and Vitamin D. As I scanned my credit card for medicine and some new procedure for the umpteenth time, I prayed this time it would pay off.

A few weeks later after taking the medicine, my prayers were answered. I felt the best I had in years. A renewed energy. The road to recovery was underway.

The Diet
At once, Dr. Bruton recommended that I cut back on the gluten and sugar intake. I laughed. After all, all things good were sugar and gluten, but I nodded my head in agreement and avowed to radically change my diet.

​ I already ate healthily, but eliminating all gluten and sugar was a little bit of a stretch. I probably cut back 10-20%, but in all I skated by on the medicine alone until one day that simply was not enough.     

After having more good days than bad for a while, things started to shift, and my bad days outnumbered my good. My joints and muscles started aching again, and my neck started to feel swollen. Trips to the doctor and endocrinologist yielded medicine changes and dosage switches, but I realized that I had to get serious about my diet.

First thing I did was bought a well-reviewed book called, “The Root Cause.” In the book the author details her journey with Hashimoto’s disease and treating the root cause rather than “putting a bucket under a leak.”

The medicine was the bucket. Sure, it temporarily fixed the problem, but it didn’t stop it. After reading the book, I decided to stock up on the vitamins: Vitamin D, B12, Ashwagandha, Magnesium, Selenium, and Inflavanoid. Then, I undertook a big challenge: An Elimination Diet.

For three weeks, I cut out 8 trigger foods: gluten, dairy, soy, shellfish, nuts, eggs, corn, and preservatives. It was really important to avoid these ingredients in their entirety, which I was shocked to learn that one or more of those things are in mostly everything, especially soy.

After a nightmare of three weeks in the food department, I was salivating to begin bringing back these foods one by one into my diet.

What I learned was that I had a gluten sensitivity and maybe a slight corn and soy one as well. But for the sake of my sanity I decided to go cold turkey and eliminate gluten all together. And I did for over a year. I was strict with myself and probably really annoying to everyone else, but I felt great!

Then, I got pregnant and two months into it I craved gluten.

After a few weeks of battling morning sickness, I caved and ate my first taste of gluten in over a year.

Not too long, I completely fell off the wagon and was eating gluten like it was my job. If it affected me, I didn’t notice because  well…pregnancy.

Finally, I had my son and decided to be gluten free 50-75% of the time. My friends and family can’t keep up, but I definitely can tell when I coming down from the high of too much sugar and gluten. My neck feels tight and I have little energy. One of these days I plan to get back off it 100% of the time, but for now I will savor every last drop of it.

Lifestyle
Not only does diet affect Hashimoto’s but so does lifestyle. The more stressed I am the more the disease flairs up, and the more it flairs up the more stressed I become from my tiredness and overall pain. It’s a vicious cycle.

To counter that, I must really learn to manage my stress. How I do that is by practicing taking deep breaths when I feel a huge wave of overwhelming feelings coming on. I have to pause, shut my eyes (if I am not driving), and take those breaths. It helps.

I also learn to cut back on unnecessary work and commitment, and I lie down to rest when my energy is completely zapped. It’s a lot of letting go, but my overall wellbeing and happiness is really important. Some other strategies that help:
·      Yoga
·      Meditation
·      Praying
·      Writing down lists
·      Doing a little bit at a time
·      Saying no
·      Asking for help
·      7-8 hours of sleep every night
·      Recognizing my limits
·      Calming music
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Ups and Downs
With Hashimoto’s Disease, Dr. Bruton warned me that there would be ups and downs. I’ll have good days when the medicine is really helping, and then I will crash and have to learn to readjust.

For example, after I gave birth I switched from hypo to hyper and was full of boundless energy, which rocked, so I went off my pills. Then, bam came the big crash, and I was back to being hypo and with that the need for my medicine again.

​Overall, I don’t love the disease, but I do love the feeling of having to be so attuned to my body and its needs. It’s a part of me, and it’s my journey.

1. Traveling
-Bolivia
-Belize
-National Parks
-Cousin Trips
2. Running a Half Marathon
​3. New Family
4. Mom Defeating Breast Cancer

My brother, Kyle (KBnoswag), and I had a typical sibling relationship. We never fought too much or got out of line.

Well, Kyle d̵i̵d̵ ̵l̵i̵n̵e̵s̵ got out of line from time to time as he provoked me with his wrestling moves, but, overall, our sibling rivalry was kept at bay.

He made claymation movies. I made puppets. He wrestled and played baseball and football. I played basketball and softball and did dance.

​He was a boy. I was a girl. Can I make it anymore obvious? There was nothing for us to be competitive with one another.

That was until I reached the 8th grade and Kyle entered the 4th grade when everything came to a blow.

For years geography was my thing. Since the 4th grade I had been nailing the geography test to earn a spot in the school Geography Bee. By the time I reached the 7th grade I was at the height of my popularity and I wasn't too bad in the looks department either as evident from the photo below.

​It came as no surprise, then, on the day of the Geography Bee, while I was rocking a killer hairdo and feeling super confident, that I made it all the way to the final round and earned a second place finish. My parents were so proud. Kyle was in awe of me. Could things get any better? 

My 8th grade year came around. There were whispers and rumors going around the school about whether or not I would win this year. People placed bets. The school newspaper did an article. I had laser sharp focus as I poured over atlases and almanacs. I wasn't invited to any DJ dance birthday parties because everyone knew I had to study. I was ready. 

Meanwhile, Kyle had gained some notoriety being the Geography Bee Runner's Up sister in the 4th grade, and he himself earned a spot in the Geography Bee as well. It was the first time in school history that two siblings would compete against one another in the Geography Bee, and people were pumped to say the least.  

On the day of the Bee, it was a cold, winter's day with ominous gray clouds floating in the air. Kyle had just come inside from recess with the younger grades. I had just wrapped up lunch. It was time. Kyle brushed off the snow from his jacket, and I adjusted my sweater. We took our seats. The moderator rattled off questions. 

A long, narrow, deep inlet typically found in Norway or Iceland. Fjord. Correct.

Capital of Colombia? Bogota. Correct.

Used to measure the magnitude of an earthquake? Richter Scale. Correct

I was hitting left and right. But so was Kyle. He was bobbing. I was weaving. We were performing an intricate dance of archipelagos and atolls.

It came down to the last question. I needed to answer correctly in order to advance to the final round. I don't remember the question. I have blocked it from my cerebellum.

But I do know that I missed it and was knocked out. And Kyle continued on. 
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In the years to come, Kyle dusted the competition like Kyle does. He eventually went on to win the whole dang thing. And that's when I realized that I am simply no KBnoswag.

This pattern continued in our formative years. He railed over everything I did, always outdoing me.

I was a one time individual state champ in track. He was a two time state champion in wrestling.

I ran cross country and track for a division II college. He wrestled for a division I university.

Later on, I started dating and eventually married a black man making us a biracial couple. And, no coke, I mean no joke, he ended up in a biracial relationship a couple years after, except she was black and Asian.

​Like he had the nerve not to just pick one race. He had to outdo me. 

It all came to a culmination a year ago. I have always liked writing as a hobby, but then Kyle goes and lands a job as a blogger at Barstool Sports.

Was I jealous? No, not really. After all, I was making the big bucks as a deaf and hard-of-hearing teacher in North Carolina, a state that pays really well. 

I also took into consideration that he would be writing about sports and would love to interview me or have me write a piece for aspiring athletes.

After all, I was an all-American on our college's indoor track 4 by 4 team (The other three were Jamaican and French)  and  ̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ a National Champion.

Currently, I am the head cross country coach for a 4A high school who consistently places in the top 5  ̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶6̶ in our conference.

​Securing an interview with me would be gold. But no. Instead KBnoswag writes blogs with subtle cocaine references in them and spends his remaining time trolling the internet. I had been outdone again. 

But now, I have had a baby and written a children's book that I am trying to get published. I have matured and accepted the fact that I am just no KBnoswag. But who nose? Maybe I am. ;-)