“The situation doesn’t call for blame or punishment; it calls for understanding and compassion.” —Thich Nhat Hanh
Full disclosure: I’ve known Elaine Taylor-Klaus for years, and I like and respect her very much. So I was not impartial when I opened the pages of this book. I really wanted to like what I read. After all, having agreed to write this foreword, it would have been awkward to have to find an excuse not to write it.
To my delight, the book proved to be even better than I hoped it would be, at least in my estimation, that is. I don’t know about your estimation, of course, because I don’t know you.
But, since you picked up this book—maybe even bought it—I can make a pretty good guess as to who you are. Likely, you’re a mom. Maybe a dad, but more moms read books like this than dads (which is too bad—not that moms read them, of course, but that more dads don’t!). And likely you have at least one child you’re worried about and want to understand better, as well as better serve.
Of course, you might also be a teacher (I love teachers. My dad was a grade-school teacher, and teachers saved my life all along the way. So if you’re a teacher, here’s a huge thank you from me!); you might be a grandparent (a close male friend of mine recently told me, “Being a grandparent is the only part of life that isn’t overrated”; I’m not a grandparent yet, but I look forward to being one some day); you might be a parent in the making, or a sibling of a complex kid, or maybe you were once a complex kid yourself. Who knows, you might just be someone who picked up this book by chance in a waiting room in Kansas.
But whoever and wherever you are, read on. This is a book that emerges triumphantly and with dignity out of suffering. Elaine has done the hard part. With a glimmer of hope following a difficult decade of parenting, she had what she calls her “Scarlett O’Hara moment” while sitting by herself on a cabin porch in the woods. She stood up, shook her fist at the sky, and said to herself, “As God is my witness, no parent should ever have to go through alone what I did those first ten years.”
With this book, she makes good on her promise. The ideas and methods she developed and describes in this book are what she needed to know, and I suspect they’re what you need to know too.
I watched this book grow over years. Elaine took great care to get it all right. She put in the sweat and tears required to make a book good. Books don’t just happen. Especially if you write them yourself (I know, having written quite a few), they grow fitfully, have to be trimmed and cut, fed and watered, fertilized, and let lie fallow until finally—if you’re lucky—the moment of harvest arrives.
Elaine has harvested a magnificent book. Chock-full of practical ideas and solutions, teeming with hard-earned nuggets of wisdom, always a friend to the reader but never a lecturer or preacher, this book will live for many years to come, helping all who read it and sparing those who do (as well as those they love and care for) the unnecessary suffering that lack of understanding, knowledge, and skill always inflict.
So reader, relish and enjoy! Take the knowledge and wisdom in these pages, so engagingly presented, and incorporate them into your daily life; practice the principles, share with others the same, and watch your world and the world of all you touch, from your own children outward, bask in the benefits and grow strong.