When I gave birth to my first child almost five years ago, I told myself (and anyone else willing to hear) that I would not be one of those moms who would put their children in front of the television all day long and would not, under any circumstances, allow them to have a TV in their bedrooms.
Five years, two children, one dog, and four blogs later, I’ve kept about one of those promises. Don’t hate.
I’ll confess that yes, I do use the television set as a babysitter when needed. I’m not going to lie, and I’m not going to be ashamed of it. I’m a working stay at home mother and even though I do wear my Wonder Woman cape while cleaning my kitchen, I am not a do-it-all, have-it-all mother. When my kids are awake, they need my full attention, as does everything else in my life including my blogs, the cleaning, the cooking, and everything else I do to keep my house running efficiently. As easy as it would be to have my children peacefully color or paint next to me while I blog, oftentimes I end up refereeing a fight over a purple crayon and pray that the what’s supposed to be washable paint doesn’t end up on my carpets (that’s when I start crying Crayola colored mom tears). And then there’s the issue of the dog eating the crayons and my husband wondering why our four-legged family member’s pot of gold always looks a little orange or majestic blue when they go out for their evening walks.
If it weren’t for the Disney Junior Channel, PBS, and Nickelodeon, my house would look like an episode of Hoarders, my children would end up eating frozen fish sticks for lunch and I would be unemployed. While I try my best to limit my children’s television viewing (keyword: limit), some days I literally thank my DVR for allowing me to record some of my children’s favorite shows, including Curious George, Doc McStuffins, and Team Umizoomi, without any commercial interruptions and I can peacefully write a blog entry or two or prepare dinner without anyone running me over with their scooters in the kitchen.
As far as that television in their bedrooms though, I’m still adamant that it’s not going to happen. At ages 4 and 2, my children don’t need the television to fall asleep with. They just need it to practice their math skills with the Bubble Guppies or have Special Agent Oso go over their good manners while Mommy finally finishes that last load of laundry.