Once upon a time, Robbie didn’t really care much for TV. Then he started to care and, seemingly overnight, he started caring way too much. Getting him to clean up his toys? A fight. Getting him to leave the house with us? A fight. Getting him to stop watching that irritating cartoon already? A fight. Getting the remote back so we could watch something not animated? Armageddon.
We tried limiting television of course. You guessed it. A fight.
Finally one day we had enough and we put a total ban on TV.
And, quite shockingly, there was no fight.
All that fighting and then when we just pulled the plug totally, he remembered he had toys. And friends. And books. And crayons.
The timing was eerie. About a week later he was accepted to a charter school that, among other things, requests a “screen free” school week at home.
We’ve made it through five weeks TV free (he got weekends back when school started) and he’s only asked to watch tv twice during the week. I’m still in shock.
But even better, he has more time for moments like these: