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What happens when a long-time feminist activist becomes a mother? How does she stay true to her vocation and voice and still have time for her daughter? She's not sure either, but join this baseball-loving Chicago feminist as she tries to find her way through typical parenting land mines with a feminist perspective.

A volcano? Oh, a tornado! Or why I lie to my kid

That's what my five-year-old daughter said as her daddy was rushing us to the basement on Monday night. She then burst into tears from fear.

Jennifer, our resident parenting professional, blogged that we shouldn't pretend to not be scared around our kids. That we need to reassure them that we're scared too and that their fear isn't silly. *sigh* I acted the complete opposite...In a way. I gave my husband the "look" and reassured our daughter that we would be fine, but that with the storm we needed to go down to the basement. That calmed her down.

Of course, I had no idea what the weather would bring us, but I kept  reassuring her that we would all be fine as I grabbed the laptop, mobile phone and the daschaund. The chance of a tornado was real, we heard the sirens and I know that the theory that tornados don't happen in the city is a load of poop. So why did I lie to her like that? Because I think that's what we need to do sometimes.

Just like when I tell her that "I'll always come home." I know that's a lie. I can't and shouldn't promise that, but I can't help it. I know that just backing out of her pre-school lot is like playing Russian roulette with the lack of courtesy that Chicago drivers offer.

She was still shaking when we got down to the basement, but I flipped open the laptop and headed over to Noggin.com. We watched a few videos and then I checked the weather on the Trib's site. Things looked clear on the satellite and the tornado warning had passed. Whew! Another lie grew into the truth. Safe.

For now. 

When Veronica isn't lying to her daughter she blogs at Viva La Feminista, WIMN's Voices, and Work it, Mom! You can also follow Veronica at Twitter.

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Published Thursday, August 07, 2008 9:34 PM by Veronica Arreola
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Comments

 

Jennifer DuBose said:

Ha Ha!  I don't think anyone knows what to really expect anymore, do we?  Trouble with my kids is that they're old enough to know a load of bunk when I offer one if try to offer reassurance.  My 10 year old is a prosecutor in the making:  "But how do you really know, Mom?"  Ugh.  What a great idea, the laptop -- I need a wifi thing to make that work.  Did I ever tell you that I'm Laura Ingalls of the (windy) techno-prairie?!

August 7, 2008 8:05 PM
 

Veronica Arreola said:

Yeah, the 5yo is pretty good at seeing thru things too. She didn't totally buy into her mom's more calm demeanor. But Moose A. Moose is the cure for any melt down!

Oh, and I loved Laura Ingalls as a kid!

August 8, 2008 9:33 AM
 

Jennifer DuBose said:

I make my kids watch her with me almost every morning -- after The Walton's!!!

August 8, 2008 3:24 PM
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