We took the TV away again. I feel a sense of well-being I have not felt all summer.
I’m not even sure why we hooked it back up again except I’m pretty sure it was after school ended
for the summer and I was sure my head would pop off if they did not let me have a moment’s peace. I vaguely remember putting them in front of The Little Einstein’s and thinking I had died and gone
to heaven when ten minutes of silence turned into an hour.
The hours have added up this summer I’m sad to say, as did the poor behavior, lack of concentration, fighting and hitting, and inability to entertain themselves for very long.
I blog about this not because I think TV is BAD and HORRIBLE and does not have value. I blog about it because it seems like a drug to me. It’s all or nothing. They get a fix of it, and suddenly they zone out into nowhere as if they just shot up. They seem to long for it almost twitching until the next time they get to watch their program.
My kids go to a Waldorf school, and Manon’s teachers actually asked us not to have TV in the home because their philosophy is that it stifles their creativity and impedes their ability to concentrate. ….yep.
Growing up going to a Waldorf School myself, I was already very familiar and comfortable with this practice, and Brad was entirely supportive. If truth be told, it’s me who pulls it out and turns it on when I just can’t deal any more. Using it as a babysitter has its merits (sorry Miss Sue.)
I really don’t have a Judgment about it other than its one way Brad and I have decided to raise them (limited exposure to media) mostly because I got of taste of what life was like without it through my school experience and found my creativity in its absence. We were not really allowed to watch it growing
up (save for Little House on the Prairie) and instead my brother and I played for hours upon hours building elaborate play worlds in the basement and had hours to ourselves to really get into it. We would build block cities and caves by toppling over furniture and covering them with blankets. We’d play Harriet the Spy with notebooks and pencils and write down every move anyone made.
We’d dress up and act out intense plays and build props, and serve concessions. I think one reason
my memory of these times is so clear is because I really enjoyed the creative outlet and thought that went into it all.
When we came back from the beach house I told Brad to hide the TV and so up to the third floor
attic room it went. They think it’s being “repaired” but it’s really being retired. They wandered aimlessly for a day but I got creative myself and opened trunks, closets, and drawers and started to organize the toys and found that they joyfully rediscovered things they have not played with in months. My favorite thing they did was put on an old costume that Brads mother made for him to wear for Halloween when he was five and they played Tiger for hours taking turns “training” each other to jump through a hula hoop.
I’ve organized their toys and rearranged so that they have some access to reach what they want
to do…but I’m going to try to resolve to say goodbye to the tube for the entire school year...imagine the electricity we’ll save? I’ll let you know how I do. 