It’s now time to confess yet another deep, dark, and dirty little secret. This one will most likely cause quite a few people to snigger behind my back, arch their eyebrows and purse their lips in disapproval. And here’s the worst part: I don’t care or regret it for a single second.
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I let my kids watch TV, and not just Baby Einstein, Dora the Explorer, or Sid the Science Kid. They can quote the titles of just about every Phineas and Ferb show on air and –wait for it–(Tee Hee! If you don’t get that joke, you obviously don’t watch enough Disney Channel!) are even down with Dog the Bounty Hunter. Gasp!
And, brace yourself — I admit to using the television as a babysitter at some point in time on any given day. I know, at this point you are thinking it’s my own damn fault if my kids turn out to be a few sandwiches short of a picnic. What kind of mother knowingly goes against The American Academy of Pediatrics recommendation that children not watch TV? What kind of mother throws caution to the wind when there are long cited statistics that say that television viewing by children is linked to hyperactivity, lack of focus, and delayed language development? I guess this kind.
As I’ve said many times before, I am not a domestic diva, and I am not going to win any mother of the year awards. What I am is a frazzled mommy on the brink of losing her sanity, while desperately trying to successfully raise two little boys and the occasional stepdaughter. I don’t have the luxury of nearby extended family to lean on, a neighbor across the street to call on, or a babysitter who can drive to rely on. Television’s all I’ve got!
Despite my plethora of dirty little secrets, I do try really hard to be a good parent to my children. It’s just that chances are I do it differently than a lot of mothers out there. Like most, I try to be creative, to be a fairly good role model, and to nurture my childrens’ minds and bodies. I try to teach them to value others, to accept differences of the people they encounter, to lead by a compassionate, empathetic, loving example. I try to stimulate their imaginations by reading them stories, doing crafts, and getting down on the floor to play with them. They play outside — a lot. They run, and race, and roll down hills. They swim, and bike, and ride their scooters to their hearts content. And they have tons and tons of books. I’m telling you, they have books galore and we’ve read them all. Over and over and over.
But here is where I seem to drastically veer off the beaten path. I also let my kids dance on our furniture, eat food they’ve dropped on the ground (C’mon — even I draw the line at puddles, and don’t let them pick up food that’s been left on the sidewalk by someone else), stay up past bedtime (uh, okay, they don’t even officially have a bedtime, but I’m working on that one. Honestly!), eat too much candy, and yes, even watch TV.
How on earth do those of you who don’t plop your kids in front of the Backyardigan’s from time to time get anything done? How do you make a dent in the mounds of laundry, make an important call, or use the bathroom in private? You see, even with the assistance of TV, I am extremely lucky if anything can keep the boys attention for more than 30 minutes. Even when the TV is on, they are actively involved in something else. They never just sit in front of a show and veg. They like to play and to move around too much for that. They are also on the floor racing cars, or at the table coloring, or more likely, pulling all the cushions off the furniture and building forts. While watching their shows. So is that really so bad? I mean it’s not like I just plunk them in front of the TV for hours with no other interaction.
And I have proof that they learn valuable lessons from their TV watching. Why, just the other day, I heard Addison tell his brother that ‘bleep’ is a four letter word, and not okay to say. Thanks, Dog, you’ve taught my children well. I also think they have a stronger aversion to breaking the law than they might have without the tutelage of the Bounty Hunter. And, long before Addison started at La Escuela, I heard him say, “Vamonos! Let’s go!” Thank you for that, Dora or Diego. I mean, the proof is in the pudding if you consider that my own mother watches very little television, and has spent the past 15 years incorrectly saying “Vamoose” when she is ready to get a move on. Maybe she would be bilingual by now if she, too, had Dish Network.
So there. It’s all out there now, and I must say, I feel a little lighter for it.
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