Outside. It's how I grew up.
As far as I remember, in fact, my mother never had to make me go out and play. Not once. Instead, she had to make me come in.
Is it just me, or has anyone else had to make their kids play outside this summer?
Here's the scenario at my house. Twice a week I enforce a screen-free day. No computer, TV or video games. Zip. Zero. Nada.
Some of the kids have severe withdrawals, others barely miss it--but it is agony for most of us.
"I have just been sitting on my bed for over an hour."
"Can I log into my Facebook--only for a minute?"
"I need to check the status on something I ordered."
No. No. And No. No screens means no screens.
Two weeks of summer down, ten more to go.
I realize it is more challenging at our house. Hope is two and a half and, thankfully, still takes a solid nap. This means we are home for that chunk of the day, and they have to be quiet. (I relish the quiet, but some of my kids don't share my sentiment.)
Boredom is good for kids, really. It makes them self reliant. On screen free days this week, for instance, mine have rip-sticked, played Uno and Bananagrams, thrown the Frisbee and produced some home-made art work. And now ten year old Dorothy is even writing a play.
"Made it through another screenless nap time," 13 year old Cory declared this week, throwing his arms up in victory. Makes a mother proud.
The spell of the screen is a sad, sickening trend in this culture. Kids miss so much. And though summer's not what it use to be, I refuse to surrender. To borrow a brilliant term I recently learned, I am going to Mom-Up.
I am the screen saver, determined to save my kids from the screen. Won't you join me?
"...a child left to himself brings shame to his mother."