|You don't have to be perfect to be an awesome parent.|
Each time we go to grocery store, middle child stares at the covers of the tabloids that are in the check out line. It is my fault also, I get distracted with putting the groceries up on the belt, so I don't stop her. But, she is just fascinated with the covers and what stars are getting fat or who has cellulite or who is the skinniest currently. These magazines sit at a nine year old's level and shout out, "This is what you need to be in order to be perfect."
It is road trip season again. This means, if you have more than one child and you are driving more than ten feet down the road, you will hear fighting in the car. Siblings tend to find anything to pick on each other about. The husband and I can vouch for this first hand. We have also found an amazing way to combat it.
I hate television. I was raised in a household where we had a TV, but we didn't have cable. We had the old bunny ears that didn't work most of the time. Usually, my brothers and I would get so frustrated trying to get them to work that we would just give up completely. I'm not very old, my family just didn't have the luxuries that other families did. I look back now and realize how fortunate I was that they didn't.
Around two years ago, I approached the husband with the proposal of getting rid of television. Middle child had an issue with TV. By an issue, I mean no one else in the world existed when the box was projecting images in front of her. He looked at me like my hair was on fire. When he realized I was serious, he went into survival mode. He couldn't bear the thought of not having football or nightly shows after the kids went to bed. Then, he attempted to play the trump card, how could we let youngest child grow up not knowing what cartoons are? I'm sure I rolled my eyes at him, it is instinct when he makes asinine arguments. I pointed out to him that I grew up just fine and we could get bunny ears and he could still watch football. In addition, we would save a substantial amount of money each month. He pouted for a few days, but after fighting with middle child about shutting the television for dinnertime for the millionth time, he caved.