What a “Hands Free” Summer Looks Like

Summer vacation is fast approaching here in the U.S. And while my children cannot wait to have some significant time off from school, I’ve been noticing a slight wave of angst growing in the pit of my stomach. As my requests for writing and speaking increase, I find myself wondering how I will accomplish my work while maintaining my commitment to being a present and lovingly connected parent to my children.

Because here’s the thing: When I started writing this blog 18 months ago, I made a promise to myself. I vowed to be the real deal—meaning whether I am being “Hands Free” or writing about being “Hands Free,” I promised to be open, honest, and authentic about my successes and shortcomings on this journey to grasp what really matters.

Simply stated, there is no faking “Hands Free;” there is no half-way “Hands Free.” Either I’m distracted or I’m present. Trying to mentally and emotionally exist in two places at once is like trying to live life with one hand. And I tried that for two long, draining years—it doesn’t work. I have found that I can only grasp what really matters in life with two free hands and one committed heart.

So with that said, I’ve come to a decision about summer. And I share it with you because we all have responsibilities that beg for our time, attention, and energy.

Whether your work involves sitting at a desk or never sitting down  … whether you do your job in a tailored business suit or a rotating set of yoga pants each with their own unique stain … and whether you are Type A or so “chill” that everyone wants to know what is in your coffee, we ALL want to do the things that matter to our children in the precious time we are given. In other words, we want to do the things that will stick with them, shape them, and cause them to look back on their childhood with happiness.

So what exactly are the things that kids remember? Would you believe there is a list of such items derived from children themselves?

When I stumbled on this list of what kids love their parents to do, I felt as if I discovered the proverbial pot of gold at the end of a “Hands Free” rainbow.

One of my first "Hands Free" experiences involved stopping in the middle of cleaning the garage to dance in the rain with my daughters. This is what we call a "Hands Free" rainbow.

A wise teacher named Erin Kurt happened to have the insight to ask her students what they most liked their parents to do with them. She asked this same question every year for 16 years and from these responses she revealed, “The Top 10 Things Kids Want From Parents.”

Be prepared to be surprised.

Be prepared to be hopeful.

Be prepared to give yourself a celebratory high five, because the news is good, my friends.

And if you are like me, you might even have unexpected tears. Because the things your kids will remember are a lot easier to do than we often overly-pressured parents have been led to believe. And you might already be doing some of them.

The Top Ten Things Kids Really Want Their Parents To Do With Them

  1. Come into my bedroom at night, tuck me in and sing me a song. Also tell me stories about when you were little.
  2. Give me hugs and kisses and sit and talk with me privately.
  3. Spend quality time just with me, not with my brothers and sisters around.
  4. Give me nutritious food so I can grow up healthy.
  5. At dinner talk about what we could do together on the weekend.
  6. At night talk to me about about anything; love, school, family etc.
  7. Let me play outside a lot.
  8. Cuddle under a blanket and watch our favorite TV show together.
  9. Discipline me. It makes me feel like you care.
  10. 10. Leave special messages in my desk or lunch bag.

Isn’t it simple?

Isn’t it beautiful?

Isn’t it achievable?

This list inspires me so much that I taped it to my fridge. It serves as a reminder that it’s the small things we do as parents that mean the most, and it is those very same things that our kids will remember when they are grown.

Most of these actions are fairly simple if (and this is a big IF) I am not tied to my distraction. I am referring to external distraction in the form of electronic devices, computers, to-do lists, and exploding calendars. I am also referring to internal distraction like pressure for things to look or be a certain way, thoughts of inconvenience, fear of messes—all things that prevent us from living in the moment and grasping what really matters.

But when I compare the distractions in my life to the things that matter to children, it quickly puts my distractions in their proper place on the priority list.

So based on this newfound knowledge, I’ve decided exactly what I want my summer to look like. Because the simple fact is this: I hold the power to determine what my family’s summer will look like based on the choices I make. But be warned, some of it may not look pretty.

This summer there will be …

Less clean surfaces and more projects that reach across the table for hours …  maybe even days

Less drawer usage and more piles

Less keyboard typing/online activity and more old-fashioned notebooks/face time

Less treadmill running and more unconventional forms of exercise

Less hours spent in the kitchen and more casual picnic dinners on the patio (popsicles included)

Less baking perfection and more helping hands

Less formal sheet music and more playing of the tunes within our heart

Less watching of Netflix and more watching of the storms roll in

Less “hurry up” and more “pause”

Less time spent on appearance and more hats on unwashed hair

Less sitting on the side and more jumping in to the action

As you can see, living “Hands Free” is not always pretty. It’s not always organized. It’s often not efficient or productive, and it’s definitely not perfect, but I can breathe; and I can laugh, and play, and feel joy—which are impossible to do when I am bent over the keyboard, constantly trying to pick up the mess, and stressing out over details that won’t matter 10 years from now.

Now at this point, I could wrap this post up with a warm and fuzzy bow and have every intention of following through on my summer vow. But I promised to be the real deal when I write in this space I call “Hands Free Mama,” so let me give you some realness.

I know me.

I come from a long line of overachieving workaholics. I have a tiny drill sergeant in my head that tends to drown out my “Hands Free” inner voice with demands of productivity and perfection.

So what I need is a little accountability. And I happen to know two “littles” who can hold me accountable.

So I wrote a contract. A “Hands Free” contract for the Hands Free Mama and presented it to my children. I explained the situation of a published book coming close to fruition, but also my deep desire to keep my “Hands Free” priorities in check.

And just as you would expect from the true experts on grasping what matters, the ones who taught me everything I know about living “Hands Free,” they looked the contract over carefully.

And with every “Hands Free” summer goal my children read, the wider their smiles became.  They even whole-heartedly agreed to do their part to help me to be “Hands Free” (such as, helping with household chores, meal preparation, having positive attitudes, and cooperating with each other).

After we all signed the contract, I felt it was important to post it in a prominent location for us all to see. And when I stood back to view it, I swear I got a glimpse of the future.

I envisioned a wise teacher asking my beautifully grown daughters what they remember about their very favorite summer.

They didn’t say the summer they went to Disney World.

And they didn’t say the summer they got their ears pierced or got the newest electronic device.

It was the summer of 2012 when we grew our own tomatoes and made fresh squeezed lemonade despite the big mess it created. We caught lightning bugs on our fingers and had perpetual grass stains on the bottom of our feet.

It was the summer their mama could have spent hunched over the keys of her computer, but she didn’t. Instead she chose to live, laugh, and love her family through the unforgettable gift of her presence.

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For those who are new to this journey, I provide some clarification about living “Hands Free.”

Living “Hands Free” does not mean:

-Giving up your electronic devices/technology 

-Giving up your work time, job responsibilities, and home duties

-Giving up “me” time or much needed adult alone time

-And it does not mean staring at your children 24 hours a day and never leaving their sides.

Living “Hands Free” means temporarily letting go of external or internal distraction (i.e.; phone, computer, unrealistic standards, perfection) to be fully present with someone or something meaningful in one’s life.

All day long, we have choices on how we spend our time. When you begin to develop a “Hands Free” mentality, you become mindful of these choices.

For example, you might find yourself asking:

Could this (phone call, work assignment, Facebook status update) be done later?

Could this (laundry folding, car washing, house cleaning, dinner preparation) be done as a family?

Sometimes the answer will be NO. That is life. As adults, sometimes we must do what we need to do.

But other times, you will find yourself saying, “Right now, I see an opportunity to connect with my child/loved one and that is the most important thing I must do right now.”

Whether you are able to let go of distraction for 10 minutes, two hours, or an entire day, meaningful connection can occur in that precious time.

And for the record, I have never regretted the choice to let of distraction and go “Hands Free.” In fact, I am always grateful I made the choice to connect to what really matters.

Feel free to share what your “Hands Free” summer is going to look like in the comment section. And be sure and share your “Hands Free” intentions with your children. And when you do, be prepared to see happy faces … now and when they are all grown up. 

The "Hands Free" Summer Contract

*Update: After reading this post, many people have asked to read my “Hands Free” summer contract so I am adding it here. Keep in mind this is based on my family’s interests/goals, as well as my personal areas of distraction weaknesses that need accountability. Every family’s contract will look a little different based on your own individual circumstances.

My “Hands Free” Summer Contract 2012:
I want to do more…
-fun projects (science, arts & crafts, gardening, jewelry making)
-exercise together (tennis, kickball, walks, swimming)
-picnics & easy dinners that we make together
-practice ukulele in nature –sing to the birds
-watch the weather, storms, rain, rainbow spotting
-sit down and relax – watch a movie together, read more books together
-get rid of excess – buy less, give away unneeded things to charity
-play on the floor - Barbies and board games
-think of others – make cards, bake goodies for people, pray for people in need
-remember things don’t have to be perfect!
Other goals …
-when I get lost driving – stay calm
-get a good night’s sleep (7 hours goal)
-be patient/cheerful/thankful
-be spontaneous –have fun, not so serious
(adult signature here)
In order for me to be “Hands Free” and meet my goals, I need you to …
-have good attitudes
-help with household duties
-follow directions first time asked
-listen
-cooperate with me and each other
-be grateful and compassionate
-play quietly when situations arise that I do need to get my adult duties accomplished
(both children initial after reviewing the contract here)
*A word of warning: The minute your child signs the contract, you may have a request. My 5 year old said, “I don’t want to wait for summer. Can we start now?”
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In this space I call “Hands Free Mama,” I write about letting go of distraction to grasp what really matters. In my life, distraction comes in two forms: external and internal. And although I began this journey to break free of technology’s grip on my life, I found that my inner critic was just as effective at robbing my “moments that matter” as my electronic devices. So in honor of Mother’s Day, I offer some healing words. It is my hope that something written in this post will quiet the inner critic living inside a woman you love. Perhaps that woman is you or the one who shares your life. 

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For the woman who savors a backwards letter in childlike scrawl and secretly hopes “liberry” and “strawbabies” will never be pronounced correctly …

For the woman who crawls on achy knees into her child’s tiny bunk bed to read stories and inhale his just-bathed scent  …

For the woman who would prefer a dandelion bouquet carried in a dirt-filled palm over a dozen red roses in a crystal vase …

For the woman who cries at the sight of her child and cannot explain why …

For the woman who feels her awkward bulges and morning breath slowly dissipate when a cherub voice says, “You’re so pretty, Mama” …

For the woman who is never at a loss for words when it comes to defending her child …

For the woman whose babies will never, ever become too heavy to carry …

If this sounds like you, keep reading.

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How to Miss a Childhood

Each minute of every day, we are presented with a choice on how we spend our moments. We can either miss the moments or grasp them. This photo was taken at a time in my life when I was missing the moments and in doing so, I was missing more than life.

By sharing my own painful truths when it comes to the distractions of the modern age, I have gained an unexpected insight. In the 18 months this blog has existed, I have been privy to a new distraction confession every single day.

Up until now, I never knew what to do with this unusual collection of painful admissions from an overly connected society. But today, in a moment of clarity, I knew. And a woman with 35 years experience as a day care provider held the key.

It came as a message in my inbox after the woman read my post “The Children Have Spoken” which included heart-breaking observations from children themselves about their parents’ excessive phone use.

As soon as I read the first sentence of the caregiver’s email, I knew this message was different than any I had ever received. The hairs on my arms stood up as I absorbed each word that came uncomfortably close to home.

It was a voice of heartache, wisdom, and urgency speaking directly to the parents of the 21st century:

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A Description for Healing

The most promising aspect of living “Hands Free” is that it is not about what happened yesterday—it is about TODAY and the critical choices I make today.

But lately I’ve been doing a lot of looking back.

Every time I’m invited to speak to a new group about my “Hands Free” journey, I have to “go there.” To share my story means to drudge up old wounds that are difficult to relive, let alone, speak out loud.

There is one particular part of my story that is especially hard to divulge. In fact, I am unable to say these words without my voice catching, without a silent tear sliding slowly down the side of my face. It is this:

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Dig For Your Life

“Remember that children, marriages, and flower gardens reflect the kind of care they get.” -H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

I have written about my breakthrough-breakdown moment several times, but I have recently come to believe there was a precursor to that event—a moment where the seed to my impending “Hands Free” awakening was planted.

And the reason I know there is significance to this moment is because I can actually remember it. You see, the two-year period of my highly distracted life was pretty much a blur. There were not a whole lot of moments—good or bad—that I was grasping, absorbing, or cataloging.

But I got this one—and unfortunately, it will probably stay with me forever.

These are words I have never spoken to a soul, but I share them in hopes that my truths, as painful as they are, will set someone else free.

This is my story …

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Six Words You Should Say Today

If you have ever experienced an emotional response simply by watching someone you love in action, I’ve got six words for you.

Very rarely does one sentence have immediate impact on me.

Very rarely does one sentence change the way I interact with my family.

But this one did. It was not from Henry Thoreau or some renowned child psychologist. It was a comment from kids themselves. And if I’ve learned anything on this “Hands Free” journey, it is that children are the true experts when it comes to “grasping what really matters.”

Here are the words that changed it all:
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A Clear View to a Beautiful Life

The lesson of the little glasses is a powerful one, but you must be ready to surrender.

Eight months ago my 5 year old daughter got glasses.

I will never forget the moment, standing in the vision center, as she tried on frames that appealed to her. On the 7th attempt, she placed a pair with glittery pink rims on her face and peered in the mirror.

BAM.

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Hope for the Imperfect Parent

This story is for those who feel imperfect, even broken at times, in their role as caregiver in a child’s life. There is hope, my friend. There is hope.

 A few months ago, I received an email message from a reader of my blog. It immediately got my attention due to the fact it was from a “Hands Free” dad, and it contained 3,385 words. A stranger named Brian was handing me a sacred story, a monumental piece of his life, to do whatever I was moved to do with it.

I will be honest; it was a lot to take in. And I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do with it. I couldn’t promise Brian I would use his story, but I could promise that I would take time to think about and process it. I knew that if his story was meant to be shared in this space I call “Hands Free Mama,” I would not be able to stop the words—because that is just how things work on this journey.

So I went on about living.  And about a month ago, my youngest child started a new line of questioning. Here is a sample:

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A Window Opened

One of three factors that contributed to this moment.

I was recently honored to have my story entitled “A Life Changer” chosen as part of the launch for a new non-profit wing of the hugely popular parenting blog, Scary Mommy.

In the days that followed that first post at Scary Mommy,

a window opened …

a friend sent me an article …

and my child wrote her name on her closet wall.

As a result of these three factors, I hopped on the treadmill  (also known as my “writing desk”) and wrote a story. Upon completion, I sent it to several people for feedback. This is what I received:

My ‘editor’ (my husband) whose typical feedback is: “That was good,” promptly emailed back saying, “I LOVE this post!!!” And then he forwarded it to a colleague that he knew would love it, too.

My cyber-friend, Kristin, who I have yet to meet in person, happily reported she no longer sees me as ‘saintly,’ delighted in ‘hearing’ me swear in print, and decided we MUST hang out soon.

My mom said she laughed and cried all the way through the post. (That’s nothing new for her.)

But most importantly, they all said, “This could be your best post yet.”

Some things just happen at the right time. For a reason.

This is just me, Rachel; there is no halo. And this is my story …

Saturday #286

 

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How’s My Driving?

What do you see when you look in the rear view mirror?

As I drove my usual carload of children down our neighborhood streets, I saw the brake lights flashing erratically. Accompanying the jerky stops were side-to-side swerves across the road.

I worried that the driver in front of me was intoxicated.

But as I got closer, the reason for the dangerous driving became obvious – in fact, it was perched right next to the steering wheel for the whole world to see. With phone in hand, the driver was unsuccessfully attempting to type a text a message while driving his kids to school.

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