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There’s a distance that seems to be widening as they grow a bit older: five and a half years, to be precise. Like I’m watching from afar, not quite so close. They are doing exactly what they should be doing—what we want them to do—they are growing up.

When I watch him playing buddy baseball at school and he waves to me from afar out in the field, my heart grows 84 sizes.

When she sees me during a park district class and she feels miles away across the big gym, she winks and waves and my heart rockets out of my chest to cling to her.

I’m sitting in a play place right now as I type this and my kids are in the other play area next door doing just fine without me hovering. Twins always have a playmate and it is glorious. GLORIOUS. They stick together and watch out for each other (most of the time). I never thought I’d get to the place where I didn’t have to hover. Where they would be big enough.

But here we are.

I honestly don’t even know where they are right now but I know they’re okay. Can you believe that? Then they run over to check in and get some water and are off again.

She calls me over with a wave and a smile and a “Mama come watch!” to have me see what she is working on. The play place has this pretty amazing American Ninja Warrior like course set up and these kids are in heaven.  In the last couple weeks, on exactly the same day, they both made it across the monkey bars for the first time. Every day, for the last school year, they tried. They tried and fell. And fell and fell and fell. They inspire me with their endless ability to fall and get back up again.

But one day recently they didn’t fall. They made it across. Twins, man. On the same day. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it. One after the other, they are masters. They are strong and confident and unswayed by the falling. They fall and get back up. My boy got some good blisters on his little hands yesterday and was so so sad to have to miss out for the rest of the time at the playground, but he knows he’ll be back up there again in no time.

That look from across a crowded playground or just across our family room tells me they are crazy about me and they know without a doubt that they are my everything.

When they ask me to teach them how to do a cartwheel, I grin, panic, catch my breath and say, “Okay, next time we are at the park and there is room.” When that time comes and I wonder if I still have a cartwheel in this 45-year-old body, I hold on for dear life and just DO IT. They watch me without blinking. It shows me muscles I didn’t know I still had and it hurts in places I hadn’t given a thought to in years.  And it feels GOOD.  This stretching ourselves. So I keep doing it.

They try it over and over and over. With a wink and a wave, we are in this together. 

That is the difference between babies and little big kids. We are in this together. This teamwork and reasoning.

This is mothering little big kids. 

This is a sweet spot. They want to cuddle and be my babies and yet they want to do everything by themselves. My girl wants to dress herself completely and my boy says, “I want you to do it mama” and I oblige him because they are 5. It won’t be like this forever.

I haven’t wiped a bottom in about two months. They wake up and help each other all the while with their endless banter that I hear as a whisper from downstairs. This morning there wasn’t any extra toilet paper and Bubby had to come down and get more for his sister who was upstairs yelling, “GAH WHERE ARE YOU?” “I AM COMING BEBE”, their old married couple status solidified as we are endlessly entertained at 6 a.m.

This summer before they start all-day kindergarten feels oh-so precious. Like the ending of their little littleness. Every day I want to find something special to mark this passing of time. But perhaps the most important way to mark it is to recognize exactly where we are. Whether sitting on the couch or out on an adventure, we are soaking it all up.

I still cannot believe they are here. We are here. That these babies have somehow gone through being babies and toddlers and are now well on their way to becoming big kids. But not yet. I am still mothering little big kids. And it is delightful.

They hold my hand and give me all kisses and hugs and point me out to say, “That’s our mama!” as they wink and wave and I turn into a ghost and fly right up into the ether from cuteness and love.

Had you asked me five years ago, when they were 6 months old, if I’d ever get to a place where I felt like I could sit on my own and write while they played by themselves happily, safely and contentedly, I would’ve said, YOU MUST BE MAD. But today I know. 

I am here to tell moms of multiples in particular that it gets better. It gets so so so much better. You get to feel like a person who has full use of her own body and hands and the ability to say GO PLAY – meaning by themselves (but oftentimes together which is also great) and you get to do your own thing.

The way she so effortlessly makes friends with other girls – that’s a whole post in itself – it’s beautiful and the sweetest thing when these little girls smile at each other. The way she introduces her brother to other kids around them to make sure he is included because as confident as he is he oftentimes thinks other kids don’t like him. They do not need me to make introductions any longer. They don’t need me to facilitate connection any longer because they are doing it themselves and it is astounding to watch.

This is all equal parts incredibly sad and cause for raucous celebration. All the damn feelings. That whole roots and wings nonsense, you understand.

It seems we may never ever ever escape from the non-stop neediness of two babies all day long and then it becomes quiet for just a few minutes too long and….

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T NEED ME. I don’t know what to do without the chaos. I love the chaos. Kindergarten is going to be hard. For me.

*pauses writing for one second because they want me to watch them jump into the squishy ball pit* AHA! YES!

He winks at me from across the room and I am a puddle. She waves to me from the top of the stairs and I melt.

But as much as I wouldn’t go back to them being babies because MY GOD BABY TWINS ARE NOT FUN, there are things I do miss. I do not miss the double crying so hard all day every day and just counting the seconds until my husband got home from work. I don’t miss losing my cool so often I would often times scare myself with my reaction to them and need to place them in their car-seats out on the balcony of our building (they were plenty safe—safer than around me in those moments) just to walk away and cry and gain my composure again before bringing them back in.

Actually nope. There isn’t really much I miss about them being babies.Twin babies are HARD. But you just do what you need to do and one day you look up and your five year olds are washing the strawberries and pouring the cereal and having conversations about politics like 45 year olds and IT IS GOOD. This is a sweet spot.

There are about five other twin families here today—with toddlers—and they all look at me like, HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT YOU ARE SITTING THERE NOT HOVERING and I talk with all of them after my kids run back off to play more and assure them that it gets better. Because it does. One day they too will enjoy their coffee and moments of independence. They will indeed!

I never thought I would say this but it is indeed going awfully fast. I can find solace in the fact that today I am actually sitting in a play place, SITTING in a play place with a coffee and my laptop and I am writing while they are playing on their own. Without my constant attention or fearing for their lives or the safety of others around them.

A little wink meant just for me. Those little hands scanning the room for my face, that light in their eyes as they find it and then wave. I am mothering little big kids now. But as I glance up over my laptop I see a little face—one of my little faces—and with just a little wink or a wave, I know they still need me. And that’s not going away any time soon.

Every day this summer, I am soaking up their littleness. Their amusement and enjoyment of all things little. They LOVE hanging out with me and I have never had so much fun in my life. Today is my favorite. Even on the hard, trying, testing all my patience days, this is a life beyond my wildest dreams and I’m so grateful and in awe of this life and these two kids who show me each day how to be in the moment, be courageous and just have fun. This—this—is my happy, joyous and free.

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I have spent a lot of time instructing parents to talk to their children, especially young children; to narrate their lives, and to give them lots of information. While I stand by this guidance, I feel the need to qualify this suggestion with words of caution about talking to children too much.

As the director of a nursery school, I continually reminded teachers to talk less. Without that direction, staff could easily fall into a constant barrage of praise and “do’s and don’ts” to their students with little space for children to think. The same thing can happen with families when parents are providing constant feedback, both positive and negative, about every move their child makes.

By now everyone is familiar with the term “helicopter” parent, a word first used in 1969 which became an official dictionary entry in 2011, that refers to an over-involved parent. This is the mother or father who basically shadows a child directing their every action — hovering.

When a parent provides continuous commentary on the behavior of a child, there are several common outcomes. One, the child becomes stressed over such constant scrutiny, two, the child feeling overloaded begins to tune out the parent and or three, the child becomes dependent on the constant feedback and doesn’t function well without it. None of these outcomes help support healthy emotional growth.

My advice to parents is to make an “economy of words” your goal. Instead of making a statement like, “we don’t have time to go to the playground today” then adding lots of reasons why, filling in all the blanks about how your child might feel about it, then adding a lengthy apology, just state a simple version of the fact and let it be. Give your child space to process and ask questions. However, in answering them, keep it simple. This approach is harder than it looks. And even I, who has lots of practice talking to children, sometimes struggle to keep it simple.

I recently witnessed a parent over-speak to her toddler while the young child decided which slide of the double slide to go down. The parent encouraged the child to go down the slide, and when she didn’t, the adult began a lengthy narrative about why she wasn’t going down. “You are scared” “You can’t decide” “Maybe this slide is too high for you” and on and on and on. The child appeared overwhelmed not just at the prospect of going down the slide but with processing all the commentary coming her way.

Like so much of parenting the concept of balance plays a huge role in how it should be approached. For example, routines and schedules are important, but so is flexibility. Preparing children for upcoming events is a good idea until too much information, too far in advance, creates anxiety and confusion. Narrating a child’s experience is vital to develop language and build vocabulary, but it can be taken too far.

So yes, talk to children but be sure to allow space for children to think and process information. And instead of always projecting your thoughts and emotions onto an experience, be sure to ask them what their perceptions are. Listening is just as important as talking.

I am a parent and grandparent with over four decades of experience in early childhood education. I share my passion, wisdom and experience, with parents and the people who care for and about children at Little Folks Big Questions, where we're out to answer the questions parents face in today's world.

Back when I was a kid, my mom shoo’ed me and my siblings out the door to play every day, no matter what the weather. The only rule was, “Be home by dark.” Even though we sometimes grumbled, once we got out in the fresh air, we always had a blast.

Today’s parents face a whole different battle. In our modern world of endless on-screen entertainment, getting little ones off the couch and into the outdoors can feel like a Herculean task. Yet at the same time, we are constantly seeing the latest studies showing how important exercise and time in nature are to the development of our precious children. Our company specializes in solving this problem by creating one-of-a-kind treehouses and structures that entice children to fully utilize the backyard space.

Spruce up the Yard 

You’ll make the task of getting the kids outside much easier if you put the time into creating an enchanting backyard. Start by checking the area for hazards, like fallen branches. Then begin adding options for a variety of activities that will captivate young imaginations. Remember to offer a mix of active and relaxing activities so your outdoor space will fit every mood. A sand table, chalkboard, or hammock lend themselves to a creative, dreamy afternoon. For more active days, a treehouse, activity center or play structure fits the bill.

Make sure to design your space to facilitate “loops of play.” Dead ends cause a rupture in the flow of play, so allow for multiple ways up, down and around a structure. Some tried-and-true favorites are ladders, slides, fire poles, steps and rock climbing elements.

Lead the Way 

While it might be tempting to send the kids off to play and then hop back onto your own device, resist the urge! Not only can you teach your kids about healthy screen habits by setting an example yourself, but you don’t want to miss out on the fun! Seeing your child’s face the first time they conquer the monkey bars is a moment you’ll want to remember for a lifetime. To facilitate family fun, our structures are all designed to hold the weight of adults as well.

In addition, free play with a helpful—but not hovering—adult nearby allows kids to take age-appropriate risks that build physical strength, coordination and confidence. Imaginative play with parents or grandparents not only strengthens creativity and problem-solving skills but also serves as a supportive space for kids to practice social skills that they’ll need with their peers. Finally, playing with a parent is also a bonding experience. After some rough-and-tumble play, kids are often surprisingly willing to open up about other issues that are on their mind.

—Written by Barbara Butler with Piaf Azul.

Barbara Butler is the founder & CEO of Barbara Butler Artist-Builder Inc. She has been designing & building extraordinary custom treehouses and play structures for children for over 30 years, both residential & commercial, within the United States and internationally. 

You’ve heard of helicopter parenting. But what about “jet fighter” parenting? Between helicopters, snow plows and lawnmowers, tiger moms, free-rangers and all the other “types” of parents, it might seem like there isn’t possibly room for one more. But then again, the term get fighter does sound pretty rad. So what is it, exactly?

While jet fighter parenting isn’t exactly a new term and it hasn’t enjoyed the media popularity of helicopter parents, jet fighter parents started making their mark years ago. Before Millennials grew up enough to start really adulting, Gen X parents actually started the jet fighter trend.

Photo: Doug Kelley via Unsplash

Let’s start with a bit of a parenting history lesson. Once upon a time there were just parents. No tiger moms, no helicopters, just plain ol’ parents who let their kids be kids. But then the world got scary. Or rather, the media brought the scariness of the world into American homes with the ubiquity of the television. As parents started witnessing the big bads of the world on the nightly news, they started to hover—and thus, the helicopter parent was born.

As those hovered-over kids grew into Gen X adults with their own kids, they developed their own parenting style. Instead of the constant hovering of a helicopter, the jet fighter parent waits in the wings and swoops in when needed. Think of the jet fighter as “partial-helicopter” or “helicopter-light.”

So now you’re probably wondering, “Hey, am I a jet fighter parent?” Chances are you are—but maybe only at certain times. It’s totally understandable. Who wouldn’t want to swoop in, save the day and get out immediately after?

—Erica Loop

 

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Helicopter Parent: noun, informal noun: helicopter parent; plural noun: helicopter parents

  1. a parent who takes an overprotective or excessive interest in the life of their child or children.

This generation has seen the rise of a new kind of parent.

Gone are they days when wild children roamed neighborhoods in packs until the street light went up. Remember when kids walked to school with their lunchables (that they packed themselves)? What if they don’t have a winter coat? (Gasps in horror). Remember when our forgetfulness met a parental shrug and a “too bad, you’ll learn?” 

Today’s kids are watched every moment, or else they get hurt. They may not make a mess, be cold, go outside without a grownup, make a mess, climb trees, make a mess… and in this over-calculated, over-planned, over-organized childhood we are stressing about for our kids, we are taking away that which makes childhood magical.

Our children today may not take risks.

They will never know cold. Our kids must be entertained, constantly. They can never go outside unattended. Our kindergarteners need to be fluently reading, adding and subtracting on worksheets—not playing. And God forbid they don’t: well then clearly the failure is the parents, not the system which forces children to grow up too fast.

But most importantly, today’s parenting style must be that of a helicopter hovering over every move. The helicopter parent cannot make a mistake, cannot fail their kids, cannot be seen as a “bad” parent.

The pressure to be perfect is too much.

It makes us hover. And it makes us worry. It makes us tired, both mentally and emotionally exhausted. So in our exhaustion, we snap, we yell or become impatient. We lose sight of what makes us smile. Laugh. Eventually, in the stress of trying to BE a good parent, we lose sight of what’s important. We focus on our parenting and not on our kids.

No wonder we feel like we are constantly failing our children.

You see, in the information age, with social media and the news and Google at our fingertips, millennial and Generation X parents aren’t just having kids: we are birthing a new st‌yle of parenting—the helicopter parent. And it’s hurting our children.

The problem comes when helicopter parents realize if they micro-manage their children’s environments, behaviors and choices, they can ensure their children are “making” safe choices. But the problem is, it isn’t the children’s choice at all.

Today’s kids aren’t learning to make their own choices, manage their own environments or discover outcomes (favorable or otherwise) based on their own behavioral choices,  because they aren’t making those decisions themselves.

Pat Morrison, in her article “How Helicopter Parenting is Ruining America’s Children“, stated it best:

“When children experience a setback—they don’t know their homework assignment—that’s not your problem to solve. The best way for a kid to learn is to have that uncomfortable feeling, [to experience] consequences that are tiny in the grand scheme of things. Some will say something idiotic like, “Oh, my kid’s drowning, I’m just supposed to turn around?” Of course not. Where your child is in a situation potentially damaging to life and limb, of course you’re going to protect them. The trouble is we’re acting like everything is life or death.”

Why is it so important for these helicopter parents to make choices for their kids?

Why do they feel so much pressure to pack the perfect lunch, to st‌yle their kid’s hair just right, to hover on the playground? Pat makes a great point: it’s not an internal parenting conundrum—it’s society’s. Because in a world where people are calling the police for ten-year-old walking home from the park by herself, today’s parents must stay extra vigilant.

And it’s social media’s fault.

Social Media Influences Our Parenting St‌yles

Now, I love social media. As a childcare provider, I love having the ability to connect with other adults, share ideas with other providers and glean new ideas (particularly because the majority of my conversations occur with two-year-olds and I need an outlet for adult interaction!). In many ways, social media has made me a better parent and provider.

That said, Holy Information Batman! With all that information comes opinions. About. EVERYTHING. Misinformation, clickbait titles and parent-shaming have parents spiraling. As we scroll, we form opinions. This parent shouldn’t have done this, they could have done that. Can you believe she lets her kids eat at McDonalds? The horror! No first day of school pictures? What kind of mother is she?!

And so it spirals. And spirals. And spirals. Until we lose our village.

Because when we sit in silent judgment behind our phones, we feel it.

We feel the judgement of others, a heavy weight on our shoulders that begins to shroud every decision we make, whether we mean to or not. We see people tear apart the mom (even though dad was there, too) in every horrific case we read on Facebook. Remember the child who fell into the Gorilla exhibit in Cincinnati? The finger pointers really came out of the woodwork for that one.

Or worse, remember the child who was dragged off by an alligator at Disney? Remember how the social media trolls attacked the mother while the family was grieving? They shamed her: where was she, why did she let her child go so close to the lake? And on and on.

And for some reason, although dad was there, too (in both cases!), the fault always lands on mom’s shoulders. (But that’s a post for another day.)

It’s no wonder this generation is turning into a generation idolizing the helicopter parent.

Can you imagine grieving for your child while the rest of the world tears apart your parenting? I just CAN’T! Where did our kindness go? Where did our love and support go?

No one scolded and shamed Baby Jessica’s parents. It’s no wonder we have turned into a generation of perfection-obsessed helicopter parents. It’s not safe to be anything less. But there wasn’t Facebook then. Good point.

Here is what any parent can do to stop from becoming a helicopter parent.

1. Give our Kids Space to Explore

It was a lesson that I learned early on, although I often have to remind myself to take a step back. I ask myself, “Does this really matter?” It was my mother-in-law who taught me that one.

My first-born had crawled under the kitchen table and gotten stuck. I scrambled to remove my child’s unintended prison when my mother-in-law stopped me. “She got herself in there, she can get herself out.”

So I held my breath and waited—and sure enough, my Imp squirmed her way out and went on to explore other things.

This lesson has carried on into so much of my childcare philosophy. When toddlers who are barely walking attempt to climb the ladder on the playground, I step back, hold my breath, and let them go. And you know what? They can do it.

It’s amazing what our children are capable of when we give them the trust and independence to try. When we helicopter parent, we steal that sense of confidence from them. Encouraging children to take risks helps them to develop into strong, confident and capable adults. And isn’t that a goal we all want for our children?

2. Start Accepting Our Own Vaults

I admit this is my own personal Goliath. I see it in my daughter. My fears about failing her as a parent ooze out into the WAY I parent her. Slowly, like an out-of-body experience that I can’t stop, I watch how my judgement of myself as a parent eeks out into unintentional judgement of her.

I feel it, when I watch in horror as she refuses to cheer with the rest of her squad, when she tries tor run out to the bus without her beautiful wild curls brushed neatly, when she screams so loud that I’m certain our entire neighborhood can hear her.

When did I care so much about what other people think about my kid? About my parenting? It’s damaging my confidence as a woman, as a mom and as an example to my young and impressionable child.

The only way I can see to overcome this sense of guilt and shame is to accept it. Accept that my kid is human and developing impulse control and social emotional communication skills. Understand that I’m not a perfect parent, but if I love my kids and laugh at my faults, it’s a better lesson for my children than any perfect parenting technique I can carry out.

I have to trust that my children can make good and safe choices—if only encouraged and loved to do so—instead of being told. But honestly, the best thing we can do for our children is to stop hovering and start trusting ourselves.

3. Stand Up When You See Other Parents Belittled

I see it all the time on social media—constantly. Strongly-worded opinions pouring out on news articles and in parenting groups. “I would never!” “How could you?!” “That’s terrible!” Don’t scroll. Call it out. Call out the shamers. Make an open call to love and lift up one another. Support the struggling mom. It doesn’t matter if you disagree or if you think she’s wrong. Just. Be. Kind.

A good rule of thumb is: If you wouldn’t say this to someone’s face, don’t say it on social media either. Hiding behind a screen isn’t an excuse for cruelty or judgment. We just need to love each other.

Lifting the stigma of judgment and mom-shaming would go so much in building our confidence as parents and caregivers. It would encourage parents to have the confidence to not only trust themselves, but trust their children to learn and make their own mistakes.

After all, if we don’t set an example of love, kindness, curiosity and confidence, how can we impress that upon our children? If we lift each other up as parents, maybe we can stop helicoptering and fear-mongering over our children as well.

Featured Photo Courtesy: London Scout via Unsplash

With over 10 years in childcare experience, Lauren's passion for lifting up moms and advocating for children pours through her work with Breastfeeding World and her daycare. Her life is full of busy, crazy and LOUD. Oh, and coffee—always lots of coffee—but she wouldn't have it any other way.

With Baby on the way, you’re well versed in baby registries and baby showers, but you may still need to rack up a few diaper blowouts and sleepless nights before you’ll speak fluent “parent talk” at the playground. No idea what a helicopter parent or tiger mom is yet? This is your chance to get in the know before you enter parenthood, and you may even get a better understanding of what type of parent you’ll be. Remember, these categories are the extremes and no matter what styles you follow – you’re going to be a great parent.

Photo: Monica Navarro Aranda via Flickr

The Free Range Parent

You may have heard about the free range parents who get in trouble with the law for letting their kids walk to the park alone, but free range parenting is about more than that. If you value independence in your child and want to nurture that spirit by letting them have experiences outside of the home – and without you – free range parenting might be the ticket for you. In a lighter sense, you might just let your kid play a little farther away from you at the playground, or take a few more chances on the jungle gym.

Photo: Mike via Flickr

The Helicopter Parent

Almost the exact opposite of the free range parent, the helicopter parent is never too far away from the child. These hovering moms and dads are often the ones who stay for group children-only birthday parties, well past preschool and elementary school. Helicopter parents keep their child anxiety-free because the child knows the parent will be around for every need and safety concern.

Photo: Tambako The Jaguar via Flickr

Tiger Mom

Known after a tell-all book published a few years ago got everyone at the playground talking, being a tiger mom is serious business. Tiger moms often are the strict ones, forbidding not just screen time but sleepovers and playdates. If you want your child to get straight A’s as well as excel in the creative arts, and don’t mind being very no-nonsense around your home and kids, you may be a tiger parent. Beware of televisions and other non-academic distractions!

Photo: James Less via Flickr

Crunchy Parenting

Known for their love of all-natural, organic and farm-to-table food that they pull out of their diaper bags at playdates, crunchy parents work hard to keep the amount of sugar and GMOs low in their child’s environment and body. If you want your own chicken coop in the backyard, are serious about banning superhero fruit snacks in all preschools, and could honestly convince your child to eat a vegan diet, crunchy may be your style. Keep your eyes peeled for gluten, doctors who are not chiropractors, and red dye #5.

Photo: makelessnoise via Flickr

We’re Doing the Best for Our Kiddos Parenting

Not one to go to extremes? Try the “We’re Doing the Best for Our Kiddos” style. These parents take things one step at a time. They are focused and in the moment during most interactions with their child, but know that it is okay to have Daniel Tiger babysit for 30 minutes so that they can take a quick call for work or make dinner. These parents cook at home most of the time, but know that pizza night can sometimes turn the entire day around for everyone in the family. Bath times are full of bubbles and singing, and bedtimes sometimes come early when the day has lasted for what feels like forever. Hugs are given freely, and kisses hit fluttering eyelashes and noses and cheeks and lips. Bouncing on the bed is a regular occurrence, but parents step in when child decisions could have unsafe consequences. Books happen before bed and during the day, and walks outside are full of picking up rocks from the neighbor’s driveway and treasures from the park. Hand sanitizer is almost always nearby, but if it’s not, it’s okay. If you love your child, have no idea about this whole parenting thing is all yet, but see it as the adventure of a lifetime and are ready to take it on as a family, We’re Doing the Best We Can for Our Kiddo is a natural fit. You won’t always know the answers, but you will understand that other parents don’t either – and give each other some grace and high fives for making it this far. Welcome to the club, parents.

How would you label your parenting style? Get creative and share it below?

–Haley Buress

If trampoline shoes and hovering frisbees sound strangely familiar, your summers were spent in the glory days of the of the 80’s and 90’s. Take a trip back to when you weren’t allowed to come in until the sun went down and the only gaming you knew about was what you played on the sidewalk. Scroll down to revisit your childhood and the toys that came along for the ride.

Pogo Ball: It looked like planet Saturn done up in awesome colors. From contests on who could bounce the longest to practicing jumps in the air, the Pogo Ball bounced it’s way up and down your sidewalk every summer. Oh, and the wind-blown Corey Haim hair was a must.

Moon Shoes: Someone, somewhere must thought it would be a good idea to strap mini trampolines on the feet of unsteady little people. Did you have a pair? If so, how far did you actually manage to go? There’s a reason Michael Jackson had the monopoly on moonwalking. 

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Spotted on Ebay

Sit’ n Spin: It was a constant challenge to see who could spin themselves the dizziest. It also made an excellent Graviton-style carnival ride for Barbie and G.I. Joe.

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Spotted on Etsy

Clackers: The click clack sounds coming from these orbs on a rope are almost as familiar as the tunes you hear in VHI’s count-down classic, 100 Greatest One-Hit Wonders of the 80’s.

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Big Wheel Car Wash: Because after a day cruisin’ the hood, your Big Wheel needed a little cleaning up—and you needed a little cooling off.

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Spotted on Ebay

Pogs: Either you or someone at your house had about a thousand of these. Playing for fun or for “keeps,” it was all about The Slammer.

Koosh Vortex Howler: Claiming to let kids throw a football as far as John Elway, we’re still excited about the whistling noise that let us know our head was about to be used as a target.

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Spotted on Ebay

Super Soaker 50: A chance to drench your next-door frenemy through the fence with a pressurized squirt gun? Priceless. Summer water warfare was never the same after the Super Soaker appeared on the scene. The neon colors were an added bonus.

Diabolo: When you threatened to run away and join the circus, your mom didn’t flinch. Nope, she got you one of these babies to help perfect your moves, instead. 

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Spotted on Ebay

Roller Racer: The newer versions aren’t even half as cool as the original. There’s just something about propelling a tractor seat attached to handlebars with just your arms.

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Spotted on Ebay

Air Spinner: A toy that hovers and flies? So awesome. The spinner took frisbees to the next level… until it got stuck on the highest branch of the tallest tree or flew away with the first gust of wind.

Inchworm: He probably showed up during the holidays and spent many a summer inching along the sidewalk in front of your pad. If you didn’t have an Inchworm, no doubt you coveted your best pal’s. 

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Spotted on Ebay

Skip It: Getting your full dose of daily moves wasn’t an issue with one of these laying around. The question was, how many times could you get that ball around your foot? 

1-2-3 Roller Skates: After strapping these babies on, you were off… a rolling pro in hours! The best part was the look on your mom’s face when you skated right into the screen door on overdrive, trying to show off your progress.  

It doesn’t get much easier than this recipe–place all of your ingredients on parchment paper, wrap up the bundle, and bake it for 15 minutes. Think of it as a more simple one pot dish because there’s no hovering around the stove to check on your meal. Other types of fish and veggies work well for this meal–simply customize it to what is in season or in your fridge.

Ingredients:
parchment paper
4 salmon filets
3/4 pounds of green beans
2 lemons
4 teaspons extra virgin olive oil
salt and pepper
shallots, sliced (optional)
capers (optional)

Method:
1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Place salmon filet on a 16″ piece of parchment paper and put green beans, two lemon slices and two strips of lemon zest on and around the salmon. You can also add sliced shallots and/or capers if desired. Season with salt and pepper and drizzle with a teaspoon of olive oil. Repeat with as many salmon filets as you have.

2. Fold parchment into a twist or envelope shape (not sure what it’s supposed to look like? Click here for a helpful video). Place parchment wrapped salmon on a baking tray and bake for about 15 minutes until salmon is cooked through.

Photo and recipe from Erin Lem. Originally adapted from Martha Stewart.