I have a phobia about TV and its effects on my children. I don’t know why? I watched approximately 42 hours per week growing up (and I came out okay, didn’t I)?
Still, my first few years as a parent, I kept tight tabs on what and how much my children watched.
I’ve lightened up considerably. Six years into the game I’ve stopped trying to be the purfrect parent. PBS Kids and The Disney channel are frequent guests in our home. See? I even misspelled perfect.
The children are happy, I’m happy.
"But Mommy! We want to watch Nick Jr! We want Dora and Blues Clues!"
"You’ve got Dora and Blues Clues videos. Shall I put one in?" I smile sweetly.
"No! We want regular Dora....on TV!
You see. It's not even the TV that bothers me so much. It’s the commercials. I’m not a big shopper, but on rare occassion when I find myself in a mall, there are suddenly thousands of things I’d like to have. How is a little kid supposed to compete against a billion dollar industry that’s done extensive research on how to manipulate them?
Then again, mama really wants her break!
Time for a little chat.
The next day. Riley and Seth are in the living room, watching Nick Jr. (regular). A commercial comes on and Seth is there, scowling, pointing at the television.
"We don’t need that!" He says.
Riley adds indignantly, "They want to take my money!"
Smiling, I sip my coffee. One day I’m going to convince Hot Toddy to get rid of that noisy box. Until then, I’ll enjoy my break, and try not to worry so much.