I respect others’ opinions regarding TV for their family. And when it comes to television, I could take it or leave it. But when it comes to my daughter and television, I had really preferred that she didn’t partake. But I’ll admit: it was wonderful to snuggle down with my sick Bean this weekend and OD on some Disney movies.
She woke up Saturday with a raging fever, glassy eyed and slightly delirious. Cuddling, water, and some fresh fruit were in order. I made a cozy bed on the couch and planted a couple of her favorite stuffed buddies there. A little TV tray was next to her with a drink and some little snacks. And besides some moments of wild spinning and singing when her health would peak and she started to feel better, that was pretty much what our weekend looked like.
My husband is more of a TV watcher than I am. I think it’s loud and because I’m clearly a crazy mom that sometimes fears that TV will rot my toddler’s brain, I getting that nibbling guilty feeling when I see her zoned out on a “show”. (But OH! — that precious time that I can use to have a phone conversation with a friend or clean the house is priceless!) But still, guilty mom syndrome. Ugh.
It was actually really nice to laze around in our pajamas and watch back-to-back movies. And it’s funny, because as the weekend wore on, I started to think about my own memories as a kid. I watched TV when I was younger. Every day. And I played outside. A LOT. I certainly don’t think that it stunted me or turned my brain all mushy. In fact, as silly as it sounds, I have some comforting memories about being home sick from school, under a blanket and watching television while my mom buzzed around the house cleaning before my dad and my brother got home. When I really start to think about it, my heart still warms when I think about how jazzed I would get for those evenings when Puff the Magic Dragon, The Wizard of Oz, Rudolph, Frosty, or Peanuts holiday specials would be on.
So, there’s apparently yet another thing that this mom needs to relax about a bit. God, I hate when I find out that what I was so sure about may have been determined a bit too early! I mean, really. Julie Andrews has actually been a better influence on my daughter than pre-morning coffee Tara has been on occasion. So much to learn.