The Dumbing Down of my Children

Little Bit has a cleft-palate and has speech therapy one time a week at the fairly nearby Children’s Hospital.  I am thrilled with his therapist, in fact after his revision surgery, she was on maternity leave (I was truly hoping she would decide to stay home with her now 2 precious children).   But she did return and we were so excited.  She is so good.  She makes him work, and doesn’t allow him to get off track or act goofy (as he sometimes does). 


 


 But I do have one beef.  The TV is on everywhere we go in that place.  Whether it’s for speech, clinic, to see one of the several doctors, Little Bit might see on different occasions—it is always on.   Oh, it’s always a “good” movie.  But the minute we walk in the door, all 6 eyes are “fixed” (and sometimes my 2 as well).   It is very difficult to get their attention at this point.  I have even tried to be subtle when the receptionist has turned it on after we arrive and say that we really don’t need it on—but it doesn’t work. 


 


It dawned on me two weeks ago.  Whether they are trying to or not, they are dumbing down my children.  Hubby wrote about an article he found on the web the other day.  One of the “experts” made the comment that if you “have to” put your child that is under two in front of the TV to babysit it’s not the most ideal, but it won’t hurt too much to do it anyway (this is my paraphrase, not his exact words).  My question— 


 


What do you think Children did before there was TV, Walkman players and all these fancy video games and DVD players for the CAR!  (not even going to mention all the stuff our average, modern day children have that they can’t seem to live without) 


 



For heaven’s sake! 


Imagine a child actually helping out around the house, being able to cook a meal at age 9, using their imagination in games, and getting dirty instead of sitting in front of the TV most of the day and going to sleep by it most of the nights.  Or putting the earbuds in so they can listen to “their” music or being so engrossed in a stupid video game that they don’t hear you calling until your blue with frustration up to the top of your ears.  And give me a break on the whole DVD player in the car.  I spent much of my growing up time on the weekends in the car visiting my Uncle that lived 2 ½ hours away, or other relatives that lived farther away.  We always saw interesting things, and rarely got bored and rarely argued in the car.   I look back and remember those trips fondly. 


 


And we wonder why most children cannot carry on an intelligent conversation with anyone other than someone who knows the lastest video game. 

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