Earlier in the week Sean and Naomi had backed into my driveway with their ever so cool foldout old camper. Their three boys spilled out and all began helping their dad raise the camper shell. They knew where the tools were stored and how to set up the stairs. No child seemed without a task and there was very little skirmishing for a turn at an important job. You might be thinking that the three boys were all older than they were. Their ages were two, four and seven. Each one handled the tools and knew where things were stored as though they had done these tasks often. No one whined, no one complained; they just cheerfully went about setting up, unloading and calling to me to see this feature or that. Sean, their dad, interjected an occasional suggestion or admonishment always in an encouraging tone of voice.
|Otto, age four.|
|August, age seven.|
|Billie, age indeterminate.|
|Otto, August and Zephyr|
So there we were adults and kids all squeezed under the camper. Nobody was yelling at the kids to get out of the way or acting like their crawling in the dirt under the camper was hazardous or messy.
Do you understand how rare this whole episode is? The parenting skills required to raise joyful, responsible and engaged children are many and subtle. Here is the family bio:
Sean is a first grade teacher. Back in the early 1990's he taught at The Kids' Place and became a beloved babysitter for my daughter, Molly. She called him affectionately Seany Boo. Naomi is a stay-at-home mom and an avid school volunteer.
Their children are all distinctly unique. August, the oldest, loves any opportunity to explain things like how fireworks are made. Otto was the official dog tender. He even came up with a solution of what to do with Lizzie while he came to help me set sprinklers. He put the dog's leash in the camper and closed the door allowing pup to wander only so far on the leash. Zephyr was in charge of door locks and books. With the nimblest fingers he managed to lock every door he entered or exited. (We were all surprised to be locked out on occasion.) No one yelled at him. This curiosity will pass. The family felt like a smoothly functioning whole.
Healthy families work together and play together. There was an imperceptible shifting between Sean and Naomi. Sometimes Sean had the kids off to a park and Naomi rested or Naomi took a turn so that Sean could read.
|Naomi pushing August in the hammock.|
|Zephyr trying out the swing.|
One afternoon we went to the Fort Walla Walla Museum for a couple of hours. There was no hesitation to go to a museum even with a two year old and a four year old. As we wandered in and out of buildings displaying farm equipment and mules, Sean and Naomi allowed the children to help set the pace. When Sean laid in the grass between the buildings the children came to copy him. They jumped up once and gathered catalpa leaves to use as fans. August helped his brothers by reaching up and getting them their own leaves.
Naomi sat aside enjoying her family. No need for yelling. The children were engaged where ever we were. Since electronic devices were not readily available for the children, no one had to say, "Put away your Game Boy and pay attention.
Sean parented from a relaxed and loving background. The children hung around him. They wanted to be with him and their mom, Naomi.
|Sean, Otto and August|
There should be a book about this family, not just a blog post. The best part would be the photos taken by the joyful boys. Does your child, if you have one, take photos? The gesture of letting a child have responsibility for a camera could be an indication of a child being raised to joyfully be of this world noticing working adults, architectural details and the antics of siblings.
Do come again joyful boys and lovely parents.