"A Tummy Ache in My Head"

"A Tummy Ache in My Head"

It's a question I hear often: What to do when a child complains of a tummy ache?

Like so many vital child-rearing questions, this one cannot be answered out of context. We need to know how old the child is, whether she's generally healthy. Are tummy aches typical complaints and under what circumstances? Has she just been sick with a GI virus? Is it going around in the family, school, or neighborhood?

Has this child frequently complained of tummy aches when he is upset or worried, particularly about some form of imminent separation, such as starting a new school, camp, going for a sleep-over, anticipating a parent's business travel, etc.? Anxiety is just as likely to cause distress as is a virus or food poisoning. But in either case in the situations mentioned so far, the complaints have all been legitimate: there was a real "tummy ache," even it originated in the autonomic nervous system.

Of course, there is the possibility that such a complaint might be fictional. A wish to avoid doing something not high on the list of a child’s preferred activities; a cry for attention from loving, but busy parents, etc. can be among the reasons. And frequently, the child is not lying, having begun to believe his own report. He can work up pain as needed without a lot of conscious scheming.

Here’s an example of a classical, convincing, but fictional physical complaint. My brother used to have what I, his cynical older sister, labeled “Sunday School Sore Throats.” Our parents were definitely health focused (I was going to say, “Health Nuts!” but thought better of it) so they were easy marks and the kid knew it. Almost every Sunday morning, he would announce a sore throat, and be excused to play quietly in his room. He would watch the bus pass by his window, and in no time flat, his infirmity would be history and he full of spirit. I was astonished that our parents never figured out the con. In retrospect, they probably knew the odds, but didn’t think it was important to “take a chance” on his health.

On the other hand, years later when my 3 year old daughter complained of a “tummy ache in my head,” I had no doubt that her story was legitimate. In addition to being adorable, it was too creative for even our “Princess Aurora” to have concocted. It turned out that she had a fever, forecasting a nasty flu. In her linguistic logic, “pain” was synonomous with “tummy ache.” I had to be alert enough to know that. So this parenting thing is tricky. You have to be thinking about all the possible angles, even the ones you never heard of, when you hear the “tummy ache” complaint (or its equivalent).

I guess this all brings me back to one of my repetitive themes: Know your kids, listen to them, observe them, and don’t jump to conclusions about what may be behind any particular behavior -- whether typical or unusual. Mull over several hypotheses about what’s really going on and why; but when it comes to health issues, be a little bit of a nut like my parents -- put a call into the pediatrician or family doctor for a reportedly persistent tummy ache. Don’t worry about being duped by someone that small. In rare circumstances, the stakes can be high. And what’s so bad about having kids who are cleverer than we are? Isn’t that our contemporary American dream — empower the children; it’s okay to leave their parents behind?

January 29, 2008

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Kids' Quotables: Postscript

Kids' Quotables: Postscript

My husband and I have 5 grandchildren who range in age from 10 months to 13 years. We live in suburban New Jersey and our three oldest grandchildren live a little further out in rural N.J. (Yes, there is such a thing--our state is not all a maze of truck-laden highways. In fact, our N.J. grandchildren are growing up in a colonial village town, with lots of open land and the sounds of nearby farm animals, including a garrulous rooster.)

The two youngest grandsons (ages 3 and three quarters and 10 months), live in a nearby state. It takes between 2 and 3 hours for us to drive or train there for visits. I know, we’re lucky that they live that close and in the same time zone, but the distance is just enough to be too far for a quick drop-by to satisfy “Grandma’s craving.” When several weeks go by and everyone’s schedule, or their well-kid illnesses, prevent us from getting together, I unashamedly report my building feelings of withdrawal. “I need a grandsons’ fix!” is my plea to their parents. During a delay like the one we’re experiencing right now, my son and daughter-in-law often placate me with a story of their 3 year old’s engaging imagination. Today’s story was good for a belly laugh and it’s helping to tide me over.

C is getting close to being four, so I know there is precious little time left to be enjoying his blend of curiosity, sprouting vocabulary, and sheer wonder. In just a few years he will be all rational and logical, weighing his impressions carefully for factual accuracy. Fortunately, his younger brother can take over in the “wonder department,” so that is consoling. Anyway, here is the little story I want to share with you:

C and his mom visited a family whose native language is Spanish. When he heard the unfamiliar talk, he asked his mom about it. She explained that they come from another country where people speak a different language, an explanation that seemed to satisfy him. A few days later, in response to a question, C answered “YUP!” Asked why he had replaced “yes” with “yup,” he explained. “’Yup’ is a word from another language." When asked where he learned another language, his reply was, “New Jersey! It’s another country, where Grandma and Grandpa live.”

Time to dig out those passports and cross the border!

January 23, 2008

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"So Cool!"

"So Cool!"

I know I have mentioned this before in passing — I am fascinated with the forever freshness of the exclamatory word “cool.” As a grandparent, I can claim the credentials necessary to make this observation. “Cool” was cool in my adolescence, then my kids’, and now in my 13-year-old grandson’s.

Think about how remarkable that is in the light of radical changes in our verbal culture over three generations. For example, young romance doesn’t involve “making out” any more, as far as I know. Instead, these days, teens attracted to each other “hook up”, an apparently very loosely defined term that can imply anything from meeting for coffee to a consummated romance. Young people may be dating seriously, but more likely they are “seeing someone.” In my day, “seeing” involved only the eyes. Our thinking was that concrete. Times have sure changed in such ways.

If you think I am an old fogey about youth vernacular, meet my husband. We were riding in the car, half listening to the radio last weekend when an announcer used the term “out of the box.” My mate of many years jumped on that one and turned to me in a challenging tone (since everything being relative, in our house, I am the “cool” and au courant one), and asked, “What is the difference between ‘out of the box’ and ‘pushing the envelope’ and why do we need these two odd metaphors, anyway?”

I took a shot at making the distinction clear, demonstrating my eternal coolness. “They are not the same; so both are useful. ‘Out of the box’ implies creativity — a positive — or borrowing the current political laudatory label, implies ‘change’, a good thing! On the other hand, ‘pushing the envelope’ has a hint of iconoclasm — behavior not just new or changed, but rebellious, maybe even risky.”

Just in case you ever wondered what empty-nesters have to talk about after a lifetime together, this might provide some helpful hints (particularly if they were both English majors). Some of us defend the inclination to remain “forever cool” and others hold tight to what’s left of our youthful world view. For example, it’s easy to evoke a smile of recognition from my husband by telling him that our 7-year-old granddaughter wants to watch “The Sound of Music,” but her older brother is balking at changing the channel since he is watching a show about “The Strongest Man in the World.” Grandpa gets it because that is “guy cool” — another timeless wonder.

January 16, 2008

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Holiday quotables

Holiday quotables

Hello out there, and welcome back to the post-holiday routine. I find it calming and restorative; but I know it can be a let-down. So to boost your spirits (and my own too, why not?), I thought I’d share with you a few holiday-time quotable comments of the young children in my extended family. Happily, we got to see not only grandchildren, but nieces and nephews, so here’s a collection of their impromptu and memorable remarks:

  • A just 2-year-old nephew visiting our new home walked through the entryway to my office, which is decorated with posters from children’s literature. N (we’ll call him N, to protect his anonymity since I have no signed release) was moving right along at a determined “no grass grows under my feet” two-ish pace, glanced up at the cover poster of Margaret Wise Brown’s classic bedtime story and without skipping a beat, correctly pointed out, “Ders noodnite noon!”
  • When N’s 4½-year-old brother, B, was told the good news that they are going to have a baby sister fairly soon, he shook his head, then smiled sympathetically at his mom, “Wow, that’s a lot of people for you to take care of!”
  • Our 3½-year-old grandson, C, informed that his oldest cousin had just turned 13, remarked, “Thirteen? Do you know what that means, Grandma?” and to my “No, What?” C replied, with eyebrows up, “It meansszz, B’s a TEENAGER now!”
  • Seven-year-old L, seated beside me on her booster pillow kindly provided by the theater, while waiting for the curtain to rise on her first-ever Broadway show (“Mary Poppins”), announced with authority, “Before it can begin, Grandma, they have to play the commercials!” Her introduction to live theater was just in time!
  • Finally, when that notable new teenager opened his holiday gift of 4 tickets to a professional hockey game with his favorite team, he called out, “Oh, SWEET!” followed by, “Great seats! Sooooooo cool!”*

* Catch my next blog, a commentary on “Cool”!

January 9, 2008

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