Last spring we went on a family weekend to Chicago. We stayed in a hotel. Turo woke up early. We discovered PBS kids. Up until this point Turo had watched a little Tsehai Loves Learning and some youtube videos of the marching band and Sesame Street. We could have told him that this was something special for hotels and continued on with our non-tv ways.
But we didn't. We realized we could buy ourselves a few extra minutes of rest in the morning with the magic of Curious George. Or check e-mail thanks to Sid the Science Kid. And with the demise of the nap and the arrival of fall, cartoons could help break up a very long day. The lovely folks at PBS had created a tool that allowed me to clean the bathroom without "help" or take a shower in peace.
Then there is the tv guilt. It seems like this badge of honor to keep one's kids away from television. Yet, I find many ways to rationalize media time. It's PBS. There are no commercials. It's educational. The family in Dinosaur Train even has "adopted" across species. It was winter. I need to mop. I want to have an uninterrupted conversation with a friend who spent a year in Palestine and Israel. Plus, Turo might actually be learning a thing or two. One day use the term migration to describe how his Auntie Jess would visit us from California. Another day he was wrapped in a blanket and called it his chrysalis. Those are terms he totally learned from The Cat in the Hat. Now that we can be outside more maybe my reliance on TV will decrease, but then again a quiet hour is appealing no matter the weather.