Book Review: The Whole-Brain Child

The Whole Brain Child

January started and I thought, “While I am not setting any numbers-oriented reading goals for 2013 (because they always make me NOT read), I really want to read some books that will change my life, my marriage, my parenting, my outlook on life in general.” Sometimes I’m stupid.

But not this time!

I just finished The Whole-Brain Child: 12 Revolutionary Strategies to Nurture Your Child’s Developing Mind by Daniel J Siegel, MD and Tina Payne Bryson, PhD, and dang, I wish I would have read this eons ago. Of course, it wasn’t published until 2011 so it’s not like I could have read it while pregnant in 2005, but still. It’s probably the first parenting book that I’ve finished and:

  • Not been annoyed.
  • Found more than one helpful hint into parenting my children.
  • Not been annoyed.
  • Not been annoyed.

Maybe I’m reading the wrong parenting books.

The Whole Brain Child

Whatever the case, I did start out reading this book and thinking, “Well, dang! I’m just a horrible parent.” Thankfully, unlike some of the books I have suffered through in the past, that feeling left. I read the book, written by a neuropsychiatrist and a psychotherapist, with interest and hope. The book has a lot of science about the brain in it, but it is not dry. Both authors give personal parenting examples as well as using examples from the parents involved in their research. Plus, there are illustrations, both for you and for your children. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

In short, the book teaches parents about our brains and the developing brains of our children. The main point is on teaching children (and, ahem, ourselves) to integrate both the left and right sides of their brain as well as the “upstairs and downstairs” of the brain (by employing the amygdala). Additionally, we learn that brains are not solitary organs inside a skull but are social organs, meant to interact with other brains; as such, there’s also talk about integrating your brain with those around you by understanding how people feel (mindsight), act and react. There’s a “Fridge Sheet” for quick reference and an Ages and Stages index in the back of the book. (Both quite helpful. Seriously.)


I promise it’s not as boring as that paragraph makes it sound.

The best part of the book is that it gives simple takeaways to help you help your kids engage and integrate their brains when they’re struggling with something — throwing a tantrum, struggling through homework, having a hard time listening, and on and on. Using strategies like “connect and redirect,” “name it to tame it” and SIFT-ing (sensations, images, feelings and thoughts) (among others), parents are better able to connect and help their children. Before you wonder, yes, the book still talks about making sure your children have boundaries and that there are disciplinarian consequences to actions, so brain integration isn’t a write off to let your kid be a jerk.

One quote that really stuck out to me (of many, as my whole book is flagged):

Parents are a child’s first mindsight teachers, using challenging moments to engage a child’s own circuits of reflection to view our shared inner worlds. As children develop these mindsight skills, they can learn to balance the importance of their own inner lives with those of others. These reflective skills are also the basis for how children learn to balance their own emotions while understanding the emotional lives of the people around them. Mindsight is the basis of both social and emotional intelligence. It allows children to learn that they are a part of a larger world of relationships where feelings matter and connections are a source of reward, meaning and fun.

Isn’t that what we’re trying to do as parents in general? Raise our kids to understand that the world is bigger than just them, that there are lessons that are vital to learn and understand, that all people are important, that you shouldn’t grow up to be a jerk.

I come away from this book with the important recognition that I’m not just trying to survive today’s parenting foibles and battles with a five- and seven-year-old. I (along with my husband) am shaping their brains. What we do now affects their future relationships with not only us in terms of bonding but with their future spouses, their children, their bosses, their friends. How we respond and react to them now shapes how they will respond and react later. How we engage now shapes how they will engage later. It is a tremendous responsibility to physically shape the brain of a child. I feel better equipped now, with the knowledge I learned about brains and neuroplasticity and mindsight, to move forward in that shaping. More over, the authors, parents themselves, acknowledge that you won’t be perfect all of the time, but “even the mistakes are opportunities to grow and learn.”

I have rarely recommended a parenting book in my day. I can think of one, and it’s specifically for breastfeeding (Breastfeeding Made Simple: Seven Natural Laws for Nursing Mothers). That said, I do recommend The Whole-Brain Child: 12 Revolutionary Strategies to Nurture Your Child’s Developing Mind. That said, I can’t guarantee, as with any book, that it will be 100% right for you and your family, but I feel strongly enough about the importance of shaping our kids’ minds in proper ways to give it my stamp of approval.


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Timed Math Tests & Math Anxiety: From One Generation to the Next


He slammed down his pencil and looked directly at me. I knew he looked directly at me because when he yelled, I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. I held his gaze for awhile, staring into his cheerful blue eyes behind white blonde wispy bangs, wishing I could be him. Just once. Just once, I wanted to finish first, to sit smugly and feel like I was the best.

I looked back at the math test in front of me, having lost precious seconds to my table mate’s outburst and subsequent wallowing in math hatred and self-pity. “I’ll never be good enough. I’ll never be good enough. I’ll never be good enough,” I silently whispered, over and over, tears streaking the pencil marks on my paper.

And despite scoring A’s in advanced math classes up through college, I never felt good enough.

That’s why my heart broke for BigBrother a few weeks ago when he came home with tears in his eyes.

I missed some on my timed math test, Mommy. I know them all! I don’t know why I keep missing them!” He wiped tears from his eyes as I pulled him close.

I knew why. Our personalities are so similar — strikingly so, gratingly so — that I could imagine him tensing up, squeezing that pencil so hard as he felt the pressure to be perfect building up inside his gut, his heart, his whole being. I could feel how he must have felt as he thought, “But I know these answers! Why won’t they come out of my head and put themselves onto this paper?” I can feel that same disappointment as the teacher says, “Okay! Time’s up! Pass your papers in!

Never good enough. Never enough in general.

I never verbalized my problems with timed math tests to him, and instead chose to keep it positive. I worked with him on the facts again. He got them all right. Again. I printed out tests with double the number he is expected to finish in the time they are allotted, and he finished them all — correctly — before the time was up. We made fun games. We asked him random math facts at random times. We boosted him up, reminded him how smart he was, encouraged him to keep on trying even if he didn’t fill them all in or remember a math fact. I ranted on the Internet, full of frustration that I couldn’t make it better for him, that we still believe that “faster equals better” even though it doesn’t, that we still demand that our children learn in the exact same way as their peers, as their parents, as their grandparents. People argued back that if he didn’t become “fluent” (meaning fast) in his early math skills, he’d be doomed for future math failure and do things like drop out of school. And — wait for it — the fact that I didn’t recognize the importance and Be All and End All of the Timed Math Tests meant that I didn’t really care about his education. You know, despite the fact that I work with him daily and know how he learns and recognize that this particular tactic isn’t the best for him. Okay.

The truth is that my child is not alone in his math anxiety when it comes to timed math tests. In a really smart article by Jo Boaler entitled, “Timed Math Tests and the Development of Math Anxiety” in Education Week last year, the author makes a strong case with many great points against the timed math tests. The whole article is a must read, and this point is a sticking one for me:


Beyond the fear and anxiety, timed tests also convey strong and negative messages about math, suggesting that math ability is measured by working quickly, rather than thinking deeply and carefully — the hallmark of high-level mathematical thinking. The ideas students develop about math in elementary school are critical for their future in the subject.

I know that’s what tripped me up, what lead me to sit in advanced math classes — as I had the ability — thinking, “I can’t do this crap!” — because I had such fear. I hate that over two decades later nothing has changed and my oldest son, who learns so much like me, potentially faces the same fate of being able to do math but hating it or being afraid of it.

BUT — and oh, thank goodness for this but — BUT I am so thankful for his teacher this year.

I emailed her at the height of the tears and the math woe last week just to ask for any advice that she could possibly give. The practicing and making it fun and randomly tossed out problems weren’t working and I didn’t know what else to do. She responded, kindly, and told us to keep on keeping on, acknowledging BigBrother’s tendency to be too hard — oh so hard — on himself.

That week, he got all of the problems right on one of the numbers that has been tripping him up. We made a big deal about it — because it was!

The next day, a letter arrived in the mail. From his teacher. For him, not me. I wondered what it said, but left it for him to open when he got home from school that afternoon. I chose not to read it over his shoulder, but to watch his face as he read it. Slowly, a smile began to creep across his face, resulting in one of his Really Big Smiles. He handed it to me. “That was nice, Mommy. My teacher is nice.

Math anxiety
Text: Dear BB, Thank you for working so hard in class. I love watching you do your math because you think so hard! I love having you in our class this year. Love, Teacher

Nice doesn’t begin to describe it. I want to hug this lady.

We will continue to have problems, little things that trip us up, over the course of his schooling as he isn’t your typical learner. I will continue to have to work alongside him, to reassure him, to help him figure out how things work in his own ways, to help him get outside of the box of learning he is expected to sit in and accept, no questions asked. It pleases me to no end, however, that my son also has support from other people in his life — like his teacher.

Timed math tests may not be great for this kid, but a teacher who truly cares about him? Well, that’s great for any kid. I’ll take what I can get.