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Hypocritical Mommy

Mur Lafferty | 18 May 2010 12:27
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I try to be fair with things like candy. I don't deny her chocolate and then chow down myself. And honestly, there have been times when I'm making dinner and I think, "Gee, a cookie really would be good right about now." But since I wouldn't let her have one, I am good and don't indulge.


Also, her brain is growing. It needs learning, stimulation, and challenges beyond whether she should use Meowth or Pichu in the next Pokémon battle. Books, play, invention, and drawing are all good things to encourage that little brain to develop rapidly and turn her into the evil genius that I know she can be. Me? My brain is thirty-six years old and lucky if it can form a thought and then express it verbally before it forgets what it was thinking.

(Of course, that could be because I'm letting it rot in front of the TV instead of challenging it with books and other pursuits.)

Perhaps she could shame me into it. "How come you guys can watch as much TV as you want but I have to go to bed?" "Why is Mommy playing Plants vs Zombies when my media time is all used up?" But she hasn't done that yet, hasn't made the leap of "wait a moment, this isn't fair!" And considering how often she uses the word "unfair" when something is simply unfortunate (like the fact that bedtime has arrived), I figure that it's only a matter of time.

I'm a weak woman. I think that limits on my media time would do me good, encourage the brain, and help the attention span that has been destroyed by the constant multi-tasking and internet barrage of pings, Twitter, IMs, rabbit holes like TV Tropes and Wikipedia, Facebook, Twitter, and ... Twitter. But like I said, I'm an adult. No one is here to keep me from destroying my brain. Personal responsibility goes a long way past eating well, not drinking too much and not spending all your money on house boys and blow. It's also there to make you say, "If you want to read The Windup Girl so badly, and you've seen this episode of The Office so many times, then isn't the solution self-evident?"

I sometimes wonder if I should blame my parents. Is that still the thing to do, or is that too 1980's psycho-analytical? I didn't have restrictions on TV. I still read voraciously, but only when there was nothing good on. (Note, there was a time before Netflix, TiVo and even before VCRs when we were slaves to the networks' scheduling whims. I know, horrid, isn't it?) I was the kind of person who had the TV on all the time for company, regardless of whether I was watching it or not. I would play videogames all weekend, if possible (insert fond memories of Twisted Metal and Final Fantasy VII here).

Then, when we had our daughter, we thought a constant blaring TV in the background might be bad. So we turned it off. Necessity killed a lot of gaming time. (Although I did discover that I could play World of Warcraft with her strapped to me, dozing.) Compared to the rest of my life, I've been on a reduced diet of media since having our daughter.

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