My granddaughter (hereinafter known as Little One, or LO,
for short) has the occasional use of her mother’s Ipad.
On long trips or when she has been particularly active and
needs some quiet time.
Said Ipad has several movies installed. Good movies. Deemed
by her mother and/or me to be suitable for a child her age.
Those of us closeted with her regularly hear most of The
Princess and the Frog, Wreck It Ralph, Frozen, Big Hero Six, Toy Story (1,2,and
3), Up, WallE, Brave, Monsters, Inc., and many others.
And I do mean ‘most of’.
Because LO will watch a movie closely from the opening
credits through to . . . well, let me illustrate.
On a recent trip to take care of errands, she was absorbed
in the colourful antics of a little, dark-haired girl with ‘race car driver’ in
her genetic code; and a large, lovable troll of a man whose job was to wreck
things. The movie was rolling rapidly toward its usual conclusion.
Okay, I admit it, I was absorbed as well.
And, quite suddenly, I was transported to the Deep South as
Louisiana jazz filled the car.
I looked at her. “Why did you change it?”
She lifted her head and said, matter-of-factly, “It was
getting scary.”
“Oh.” I said nothing more and let myself get carried into
the current story: Young woman with dreams and grit and young man with charm
and a penchant to idleness on a course toward things life-changing and dark and
. . .
“Oooh. Scary.” And once again the program changed. This time
to a couple of current enemies and future best friends on their first day of
college.
See? ‘Most of’.
But she was happily engrossed and I have a strict policy of ‘never
disturb a happily engrossed child’, so I left her alone.
That evening, Husby and I were watching the news just before
turning in for the night. And I can think of nothing more likely to induce
nightmares than a recap of yet another day in our often-scary global situation.
And, just for a moment, I found myself wishing I could just
change the program.
Okay, I know that nothing is accomplished if one simply
turns away from unpleasant situations or tasks.
And that if the good stop trying, the bad have free rein.
But, just for a time I wished I could do what LO does. Turn
to another program when things get scary. Or better yet, make the scary things disappear
entirely.
The children obviously have the right idea.
I hear the wistfulness in this post. I agree about channel changing...
ReplyDeleteSigh.
DeleteI think Little One is smart to recognize her limitations and heed them. I can think of some people who would feel better if they did the same. There is lots of good news in the world, but only the bad stuff usually makes it into the media!
ReplyDeleteSadly true, Jenny! Let's start a good news channel!
DeleteYou've got a smart one there.
ReplyDeleteI think we'll keep her! :)
DeleteI smiled at your smart little granddaughter! One of my favorite movies is "Steel Magnolias", and I've seen it many times. Except the end - which I've only seen once. Once Julia Roberts starts getting sick, I "turn the channel"!
ReplyDeleteI have exactly the same reaction!!! I love that movie. I cry buckets at the end!
DeleteI practiced a similar policy. Unless there were blood-curdling screams and/or actual blood, I left them to it. Whatever "it " was.
ReplyDeleteI'm a bit childish when it comes to news programs, I don't watch for weeks at a time because I've seen far too much of the bad news.
You are a smart, smart woman, River!
DeleteJust before I read this, the tv my husband was watching aired a commercial for a horror movie. I sang "lalalalalalalalalala" and turned my back to the tvl until the commercial was over! I would watch movies with your granddaughter!
ReplyDeleteYou're very welcome to join us! :)
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