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A Father-Daughter Moment: Helping Your Child Work through Tough Situations

Justin Bush, PhD
October 25, 2019 05:00PM

Happy Fall, everyone! I love the morning sunrises in Oregon and enjoy this time of year when the leaves change and the air is crisp. With the help of ‘Alexa’ playing Disney’s “The Decendants 3” soundtrack (which my girls love to sing again and again), my family is waking up more readily for school. After six weeks since another school year began, I’m considering it a genuine parenting “win” that our morning routine is finally much better (not perfect, mind you, especially on Mondays. And Tuesdays.). For the most part, life is good.

 

That was until last Friday. At school pick-up I saw the girls’ backpacks wrapped in ‘hazard’ type bags (what I’ve come to learn is the standard protocol for a school-wide lice outbreak). Like clockwork, I see in my email inbox the newsletter from the school principal warning parents to be on the lookout for creepy crawlers. Honestly, a Heebie-jeebies shiver went down my spine as this isn’t our first rodeo with lice treatment as a family (this bald father excluded, thankfully). 

 

Yes, I know, I know, it’s a deep breath in, deep breath out cadence to get into rhythm with once again. I just can’t help but think about what it means for our upcoming weekend. I tried to keep a good game face on in front of kids and said something trite as we tumbled into the crumb-littered car. “Lice again, huh? Okay, no big deal. We’ll take care of it”. But my tone of voice didn’t match my body language and I knew it. I’m sure my oldest knew as well. For better or worse, she’s much more perceptive these days of both my wife’s and my emotions. I also knew that, once again, this upcoming weekend was packed. Our schedules are full with Cub Scouts, rec soccer, and various after school-related events we either volunteer for or are obliged to do. With busy lives and long to-do lists, it can be easy to miss simple, everyday opportunities to connect with my daughters. Recently though, there was a moment that stopped me in my tracks.

 

The other Saturday, my eldest daughter celebrated the end of a soccer game with her teammates. At the end of the game that I was coaching, the girls carried out the ritual of high-fiving the opposing team and forming a tunnel after a pretty one-sided loss. Unphased by the defeat, I watched my group of players incongruently jumping around excitedly and smiling. Suddenly, a select few exclaimed they were going to a freshly minted 8-year-old’s birthday party. It was apparent to any adult onlooker what would unfold next. But my daughter, none the wiser to it, innocently asked “What party?”- going from jumping to standing still with a serious demeanor. “The party. Only five of us were invited,” was the response. In an instant, I saw the heavy wave of embarrassment cascade over my daughter. Although my heart sank, I watched her execute a stellar game face as she looked to her group of friends. She kept eye-to-eye contact and, to my surprise, carried an even and calm tone of voice. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ll see you later” she replied hurriedly. 

 

I stood close by the whole time but didn’t involve myself, even when I felt my stomach instantly tighten up. A friend of hers attempted to comfort her by telling her she would save a special birthday prize for her even though she wasn’t going. My daughter politely said, “Thanks!” and then quickly turned and walked away. I synchronized my steps accordingly. It was just the two of us now with our backs turned and I watched her shapeshift and melt into tears as we headed to the car. Reflexively, I had a primal flush of emotions wash over me seeing my first-born hurt this way. I was really struck by the strength the emotions carried with them. And it felt deep

 

Logically, my adult brain kicked in, rationalizing, “These are good girls and I know they are too young to know any better.” I reminded myself that through the last few years I’d gotten to know them well and know they each have big caring hearts and are kind in general. So are their parents. But like all kids, they’re still learning social and emotional intellectual skills and still need the help of caring and trusting adults to filter the world and teach them how to gracefully handle these types of situations with tact. But at that emotional moment I needed to feel the wave of negativity as well. I didn’t have a choice- like it or not, I felt it, right in lockstep with my daughter.

                                                                                                                  

So as a parent, what is one supposed to do in these situations? It was instinctual for me to want to save my daughter from experiencing the real hurt and pain from the feelings of social disappointment and rejection. But, of course, this is impossible. My heightened emotionality begged otherwise, speaking to me through every nerve fiber from the top of my head down to my toes. As the adult, I needed to take a few moments to gather my composure and gain some clarity. I kept in mind that in the end, it would not be doing her any favors to save her from life’s hurtful curveballs like this and it was my role as her father to better prepare her for life. Right?!? Right. So I started by using the “power of acknowledgement”. I validated her feelings, "Wow, that looked like it really hurt your feelings, especially when your friends didn't seem to know what it felt like for you to be excluded.

 

Then I paused. I’ve learned the secret is in the sacred pause. I know this from my experience as a psychologist and as a parent. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still challenging to do. I reminded myself to allow my daughter to express her heartfelt feelings and then listen. Just deeply listen. Don’t talk. Listen to imagine what it must feel like to be in her shoes (or cleats in this particular case) and refrain from trying to fix it for her. I knew it would not be helpful to minimize her feelings, attempt to make them less painful, or dismiss them as if they did not matter. Sure, I could try to distract her so she wouldn’t feel the painful sting as much or overplay my Dad humor card, but this wasn’t the right time. She would tell you these days I do that too much already. Even though I fail at it sometimes, my aim is to teach her to accept her feelings “as is”. 

 

Admittedly, I don’t do this 100% of the time. I’m still growing and learning how to “adult.” Research says to do it one-third of the time. That’s doable. Also, it’s a positive parenting maxim to teach kids that "all feelings are acceptable, not just the good ones". Further, I remind myself that "no feelings last forever-they’re only temporary." I keep these catch phrases in mind to guide my parenting approach. 

 

Ultimately, my daughter did cry. I put my arm around her shoulder and she leaned in. After a few moments of working through some genuinely tough emotions, she began to calm. Then I said, "You know what? That was a really proud moment for me as your Dad, watching how you handled yourself the way you did. You really showed some class and dignity. And then you were kind to your friends on top of that. I'm proud of you, even though you felt really sad and embarrassed and left out.

 

She didn’t immediately cheer up, it was more gradual than that. After all, these were “bigger” emotions she felt simultaneously. She doesn’t yet have a lot of experience coping with multiple strong emotions at once. As grown adults we know too well, ‘all in due time’. But as a parent, I did feel the genuine closeness when our hearts connected throughout the emotional arc of the moment and via our father-daughter connection. That’s when she needed me the most and I was there for her this time. We strengthened our bond. It’s another link in a metaphorical chain of these collective experiences that I hope to string together so that she’ll remember it the next time life strikes, and more importantly, later on when she’s an adult. Time will tell but my hunch and experience working day-in and day-out with youth and families has lent some insight.

 

To close with a take-home message in support of positive youth development, as parents it’s helpful to listen in many different ways. We listen for information and also with our empathetic hearts, seeing through their eyes and intuiting their feelings. Or sometimes, we simply take our best guess (kids will tell us when we’ve got it wrong). And after we acknowledge their feelings and see the telltale signs of calmness returning, it’s useful to highlight to a child their individual character strengths and their capacity for resilience when they face life's difficulties, hardships, and adversities, whether big and small. That way they’re free and capable to figure out the next step to take in their ‘pinch-to-grow-an inch’ life. They also grow up to be more hardy and happier as they mature.

 

If your child needs a safe place to talk and process through big emotions, transitions, or life situations, please know that our team of caring child psychologists are here to help! Contact our office to schedule an appointment.