when i had my first job, a co-worker of mine (who was the mother of a four-year-old son), used to look forward to the tv show Survivor. She said it was her one bonding time with her son. I remember thinking a million judgmental thoughts about this: his age, the time of night, and the propriety of the show being the main ones. all of this was before i even began to think about having children of my own.
Now, almost fifteen years later, i think about her and her son often. Tonight, (although we are really well into our nightly bedtime routine at 8:15), M asked (and received) to watch the Big Brother finale with me. the show was on until 11:00. Big Brother is one of my few reality tv indulgences, my other being the amazing race (which we saw the preview for tonight, and made a family date for every sunday forthcoming to watch!)
So, i let my not-yet-four-year-old watch the finale of big brother tonight. she did stay up till 11:00 (do i hear a collective sigh from the masses?!?) but(always the justifier!), she wanted to see who won. and she was so snuggled up to me on the couch that i could not say good-night until the end. and when the end came, i carried her to bed and said good-night, and she was gone. it was the easiest bedtime in months!
and now, i am guessing that every sunday from now until whenever, my eldest and i will be sharing the amazing race... and in 15 years... maybe running it?!? again, another thing i never thought i could do as a parent... but, maybe!
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