http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/17/fashion/17TODDLERS.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1
ICT (Information and Communications Technology) is a growing issue around our house, as no screen time, became some dvd time, became some computer time. Now Seb wants to be part of an on-line Disney community. This is such a slippery slope.
I saw a boy (about 8) come out of a store with his mum and walk down the street looking at a handheld device the whole time. Where was the interaction with his community/neighbours? What about time with his mum? Yuck
This week I caught a radio piece on the dwindling of conversational skills as people's reference points get ever wider. The argument is that we are watching a wider array of tv shows/movies/youtube clips, that we each have individulaised newsfeeds and facebook pages, etc. Conversations at parties have become even shallower (and that says something), as you can't assume that people have the same points of reference. I find that depressing. I don't want all same same but what is happening to social cohesion? Can we have all this intimate level diversity and yet still "hang as one"
Top tips, anyone?
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I don't know about any tips that would help other than to stick to your guns. If you explain to him why you don't want him to join this community, you'd be surprised how much the message trickles in.
Much as Erin and I despise it, Henry loves hockey. He plays all day, every day with his best pal in the driveway. It gets him outside. They control the rules. They aren't watching TV. I approve of all this.
The trade-off is his desire to watch the hockey games on TV his friend tells him about. We allow him to check the scores in the morning (via a handy plug-in on my igoogle page), and as a special treat, from time to time he's allowed to watch the first period of the game on Saturday's Hockey Night in Canada.
But Don Cherry pops up after the first period, and Don Cherry is very popular with hockey-loving boys about Henry's age.
That is where I draw the line. I don't care how much he's done for the troops, he advocates for a dumber, rougher game, and I don't want Henry to hear that garbage.
Oh, he complains. He cries. Everyone gets upset. He JUST WANTS to watch it this ONE TIME.
But, no. And we are, again, Bad Parents.
Until this morning when I overheard him rhyming off all the reasons to Jane why he's glad he didn't stay up to hear what that nasty old Don Cherry had to say...
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