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top 10 reasons I limit screen time
I had this conversation with my unhappy 5 year old yesterday afternoon.
Theodore: “Can I play my tablet?”
Me: “No, you’ve already had your screen time.”
Theodore: “Can I play Parker’s Leapster?”
Me: “No, Theodore, you can’t have any more screen time.”
Theodore: “Can I watch Foster play his tablet?”
Me: “No, Theodore, no more screen time.”
Theodore: “That’s not screen time.”
Theodore: “Wait, what is screen time?”
Me: “If the t.v., tablet, computer, Wii or Leapster are on and you are looking at it – that is screen time.”
- Screen time is like crack (or meth, or nicotine or caffeine). The more my kids have, the more they want. They’ll do anything for a fix. When they’re on it, the house could be on fire (or the baby could be crawling on top of a table about to knock over a lamp) and they wouldn’t even notice.
- Their world shrinks. Like I said in point number one, they block everything and everyone else out. They don’t answer questions, they don’t interact with the real people that are all around them. Even worse, if they take the screen out of the house with them they miss out on things like seeing scenery, watching me break the speed limit (not that I would do that) or having a conversation.
- It keeps them from being bored. Yes, I actually do want my children to be bored. I want them to feel boredom and then when they are tired of that feeling they are self-motivated to do something. In my house, if I hear you say “I’m bored” I help you out of your dilemma with additional school work or a chore.
- It turns their brains to mush. I won’t be quoting any scientific research here today to back that up. But I know there is a lot of it because I read all about it in my social work and psychology classes in college. More than other’s research, I depend on my own. I can tell a HUGE difference in how muddled my kids’ brains get when they have spent hour upon hour with their eyes glued to a screen.
- They form unrealistic expectations. My 8 year old son got a tablet for Christmas from his grandad. One of the apps is some sort of racing game where you are chased by the police. As we were sitting in traffic the other day, running late (as usual) Foster says “Mommy you should just bash into the car ahead of us and run the red light.” Which then prompted a conversation about why that probably wouldn’t be the wisest choice to our dilemma.
- It feeds their already impatient nature. Playing a game on a screen is so much different than playing with an actual board and pieces and other real human beings. When you make a good move, we might say “hey, good job” but you aren’t going to see fireworks in our living room. And if you make a mistake and have to go back to the beginning, you don’t get to blast your way back to the lead by using your “secret super rocket blaster”. You actually just hang out in last place for a few turns and it doesn’t feel so great.
- They forget it’s a privilege. Screen time is something that has a special time and place so that we remember what a privilege it is. If they were able to just turn on the t.v or start playing the Wii or tablet anytime they wanted to, they would start taking it for granted, feeling as though they “deserve” it.
- It’s a way to hide out (or a social crutch). Most of these top tens we, as adults, could apply to ourselves. This one is especially true. A couple of years ago, my son had a friend over for the first time. This young boy had no idea how to play. He had watched so much t.v. and played so many video games that when faced with an offer to play “war” in the backyard, he was at a loss. Adults will do this. They will leave the t.v. on when they have company over as a way to “fill the silence”. They will keep texting on their phones while they are having one on one conversations instead of having to deal with an awkward moment.
- It’s not as educational as we try to make it. When my husband deployed to Iraq 5 years ago, I had a not quite 3 year old boy, a 16 month old girl and was pregnant. When the 3 year old decided he wouldn’t be needing his afternoon nap anymore, I thought I would have a break down. Thankfully, we had cable (one of the only times in our marriage we did) which meant we had Nick Jr! All good things come from the Lord, right? I would stick him in front of that t.v. every afternoon so I could lie on the couch and rest before the toddler was up and we faced the next 6 hours of our day. I would rationalize with myself about how “educational” all those shows were, but really, it’s just electronic babysitting. Which bring me to reason #10…
- I know I would abuse it. I have suffered countless hours of mommy guilt for all the screen time that I have allowed my little darlings. I know, I know, guilt is useless but it comes with being a mom. I have to limit screen time because otherwise every. single. time. one of my kids said “Mommy can I watch t.v.?” I would probably cave in and say yes. I’m trying to homeschool 3 children which leaves my 3 and 1 year old sons with a lot of time on their hands. So when I am trying to explain multiplication to my 8 year old and the 3 year old is screaming and yelling and whining about watching “Mater!!!!!” I really, really, really want to say “OK!” but instead I say “no screen time until after lunch”. It’s really hard. But I love my kids and I don’t want their brains to turn to mush, even if I have to sacrifice my brain in the process.
farewell 2012
I decided I would do something with the kids today that Chris would’ve wanted to do if he was here. So after a productive morning of school work, lunch and rest time, we headed to the GSMNP!
Our goal was to see snow (even from a distance) and wildlife. Well, that was mine, Foster, Katie and Theodore’s goal. Parker’s goal was to shoot and kill a snow monster and a sea monster.
We did see snow! Way up yonder! And we counted 66 deer. The best being the big buck that Foster took pictures of. He said it was an 8 pointer. I let him get out of the van and walk in close, he was so excited.
Foster chattered the whole time about his daddy. All the kids did, mentioning all the trips before when we had seen another big buck or the bear we had seen or all the turkey. It was a wonderful way to have them have a little daddy time today, without really being with daddy.
We picked up pizza on the way home and I had asked everyone to say “farewell 2012” before getting in bed. Mostly they just ignored me or didn’t cooperate. I know the day is soon coming when I hear “Mom you’re such a dork!” on a daily basis. For now though, I just threaten them to get them to let me take their picture. Especially that big one, he really doesn’t like his picture taken anymore.
new direction?
It’s almost the last day of the year. Going back through my pictures I am amazed at how much my children have changed and grown.
I’m also amazed at how much I haven’t! Seriously, what happened to losing 20 pounds? Or blogging 365 days? Or reading all those books of the Bible?
Oh well, if I had accomplished all that I’d be a little to full of myself so it’s probably a good thing I didn’t. I’m always a sucker for the start of a new year though so I have spruced up our school area and school schedule and have all kinds of grand weight loss ideas running through my head (which is much easier than actually running with your body).
I’ve been thinking of the direction I’d like my blog to go and what the focus should be for 2013.
Not just the focus for the blog but for myself in general. So when I picked up the book A Year of Biblical Womanhood by Rachel Held Evans and found my inspiration in the introduction I was pretty pumped.
Really it’s from the Bible, via Rachel, and it was this verse in Proverbs, “She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.” (31:25)
I had already been chatting it up with God thinking, if I could just find something to laugh about every day I would be so happy. God said “obviously if you were laughing you would be happy…” (He can be very snarky sometimes.) I told Him, “No, what I mean is if I could find (and help others find the humor) I would feel fulfilled, content.”
I wrote about making people laugh a while ago in this post. It seems like God keeps bringing it up, laughter and humor, perspective on the serious stuff and the superficial nonsense, is a needed thing.
I have struggled with my calling in life (doesn’t everyone?) not because I don’t love my husband and children. I know that I have certain talents and gifts and ideas that God gives me and he is probably pretty annoyed with me when I don’t take advantage of the blessings.
So I used my typical grand idea planning (that falls by the wayside because I tend to be a lazy procrastinator) and thought “why don’t I try to blog that for 2013? I mean if a you need a year of funny it would be in the year ’13, right?”
Most of the time, my life is very humorous. Just being here with all these small humans gives you enough fodder for jokes. But what about outside this house? My mind went to the recent school shootings, could there be humor found that day? Could anyone have laughed or cracked a joke? I bet you are thinking “NO WAY” that would be sacrilegious.
I would argue that their was laughter that day. From the parents who did not have to tell their babies goodbye, but also from the families who did. I’ve been at the hospital and homes when loved ones are just about to pass away or have just passed away. Young and old, expected or not, and inevitably someone will bring up something that person did that was so funny. They might joke about “it’s a good thing mom didn’t see you wearing that!” to a sibling.
Humor and laughter are as much a part of our being as breathing. We take ourselves way too seriously most of the time. I don’t believe we are supposed to function without it!
So I think that’s where I will try to go this year in bloggy land. I think. I will try. Just don’t hold me to it if I change my mind.
you can’t go home again…
The kids and I made a trip to my hometown today to visit with my Mamaw and my Aunt Diane.
I grew up there from the time I was in 2nd grade until I graduated from high school. It’s officially my hometown. I have heard many people over the years talking of their hometowns, the ones they spent their childhoods in, the ones they love to visit, to reflect and share memories.
We live in my husband’s hometown. He’s been telling me stories of his growing up years since we were dating. We’ll be driving down the road with the kids and he’ll start telling them how he remembers wrecking his bike on that steep hill or be able to point out an old friend’s house.
I didn’t leave my hometown on good terms. I had a stormy, dramatic senior year that ended in loss of friendships that had grown since we were 8 years old. Familiar faces, homes and families became distant and silent before I packed the first box to move away to college. I think that is one reason I decided to just shut it out. If someone asked me where I was from my outward reaction was evasive and brief, but my inward reaction was a curling of my lip and a cringing of my soul. I had been wounded deeply by that town.
It turns out, though, that no matter what town you are in, there is going to be hurt and disappointment along with joy and success.
I decided today that I wanted to show my kids where I grew up. My house and neighborhood, the state park where I played and swam and hiked.
Seeing it through their eyes, hearing their excitement and questions, was a healing for my heart. As I drove around the neighborhood, past the seven tall oak trees and the neighborhood pool, I said to them “I was a very blessed little girl. I got to explore these woods, swim in that pool, ride my bike to my friends’ houses. I had the best neighborhood”.
For the first time, in a very long time, it really did feel like my hometown.
Christmas at Mamaw Mary’s
I feel very blessed to still have my Mamaw. She will be 83 in January and is still sweet, still cracking jokes and even has a “gentleman friend” who comes over and watches Reba re-runs on TV with her. She is one of the most genuine, precious people I have ever known. Even though she has not had an easy life, her spirit shines with contentment and joy. She will not hesitate to tell anyone how “the good Lord” has taken care of her and her family. Merry Christmas Mamaw Mary! We love you!!!!















































































