Parenting With The Tv And Trying To Make My Peace With It

My daughter is just six weeks old.

As to be expected with a newborn, at our house we've been doing nothing but adjusting. I'm adjusting to having two children who need my attention, my son is adjusting to having to share the attention, my husband is adjusting to that while I look the same - just not pregnant and just not back to my normal size yet - I am still recovering in terms of stamina, energy level, and hormones. Alas, in our adjustment phase, we've adopted some coping mechanisms, mainly, more scheduled nanny time for my son (so I can sleep and stare in awe at my baby), more scheduled house cleaner time, more laundry, more take-out, more field trips with my son and consequently, more museum trips and memberships, more playground trips, more ice cream & popsicles (not so much baby related, but heat wave and sanity related), and the one I hate the most: more television and movies.

I know. I know. Some say an hour of television a day for a child almost three years old is fine, not harmful and even normal (I have to question if this is just normal for Americans who seem to take pride in their television viewing habits considering that in 51% of American homes, the TV is on most the time). Some say television can be educational, just look at Sesame Street and what it's done to have kids learning their numbers and letters. Others say that when TV habits begin too young, it contributes to ADHD, and other behavior issues as well as impacts later cognitive development. I understand this has studies and statistics to back this research up and I can get the connection. Yet I am in the generation whose mothers interacted with their children on average fifteen minutes a day and all of us learned to read from the TV, not an actual person. Some of us do have issues, but for the most part we're functioning successful adults. That said, I would rather my children learn to read from the people in their lives.

Still others say kids don't really learn from television or Sesame Street, but from interactions with people. Though I prefer this viewpoint, I don't really want to engage in this part of the argument, if only because I can see the validity in all the views. Yes, my son learned the majority of his letters, numbers, shapes, and colors from the New York subways, books, and interactions with my husband and me. And him learning the song where they count to 12 that has played on Sesame Street since I watched it thirty years ago certainly didn't hurt anything.

So why do I hate the TV? And why - much to the horror of some friends and family - do we not actually own one? Partly because I've read the studies on how often TV replaces reading, talking to other people, emotional development or relationship skills, and exercise of any kind. I've also read that it contributes to poor eating habits and obesity, and can disturb sleep habits as well as contribute to night terrors (big surprise - I get night terrors after watching almost anything on TV if only because I get scared about what is passing as entertainment). Mostly because I hate the magnetic like quality of the TV, how it absorbs even the smartest of us and abducts us as if it were an actual alien - even though most the programming (including what some stations insist is news) is of such poor quality it insults the intelligence of the average lab rat. Once when my husband was traveling for work, he called from his cable TV stocked hotel room before bed to say good night. "I just spent two hours watching the dumbest movie ever," he said. Sadly, I had to ask: "It took you two hours to figure out it was the dumbest movie ever?" He's (usually) a smart guy. His defense? "Well, you know. It was the TV."

Several people I know admit the same, that when they're in front of the TV, they get sucked in no matter how poor quality the show is, and next thing they know, they've lost three hours of their life and feel like slugs.

It's the slug after-effect I've noticed with my two year old. Because we don't own a physical TV, we do watch the occasional TV shows we like (West Wing, Mad Men, PBS's Sherlock) on our computers or iPad (thanks to Netflix and the library). We also watch our fair share of movies. My son watches the older Sesame Street episodes (I can't stand the newer ones. Sesame Street sadly too has fallen victim to the dumbing down and princess-ing up trend), Wallace & Gromit, Kipper, Pingu the Penguin and occasionally, Shaun the Sheep. After a short Wallace ">hate having to rely on it. I want my son - and now daughter - to use their time in more useful and creative ways; I want them to engage in experiences and personal interactions, not passively watch the activities of others. I want them to be self-directed, not wait around to be entertained. When it's not an everyday thing, and I tuck my son in at night, he falls asleep easily with that satisfied sigh of another fun, active and full day behind him. I love that.

Still, while I am fortunate enough to have a newborn who sleeps at night, so I sleep as well, I am still tired, and I had to make my peace with the TV just for the sake of recovering, much like I did last winter during the snow storms that would never end. After so many days of finger painting, flour play, and fort building, a creative parent can only do so much if only because you need a break, a shower, a phone call to a friend, a cup of coffee with no one asking you for something for five minutes. I rationalize, that this TV thing is not a life habit, just a circumstance related habit. Last winter, when the weather improved and we naturally started getting out more and having our own non-televised adventures, TV weaning happened without a thought. Knowing this reassures me that while it feels like a dependency (because when we need it, we really need it), it's just another coping mechanism for the moment. So I hope.

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