I’m going to share a little tip with you, a little thing I’ve picked up over the years and something which many parents so but some will not admit. Intrigued?
Many, many years ago, 16 to be precise, I cradled my newborn baby in my arms and had an idea of the mum I was going to be. I’d seen a few people already raise babies and toddlers the couple of years previous to this pinnacle moment and I had formed an ‘opinion’ I was firm in my belief in what I was and wasn’t going to do.
One of which was to use the TV as a baby sitter. No, not me, I was NEVER going to sit my toddler in front of a screen and watch drivel which I got on a did other things. Not ever, ever, cross my heart and hope to die. I would spend all day playing, crafting and magical fairies would fly around me cleaning my house, answering the phone, keeping on top of family finances and landscaping my garden.
And then I woke up.
Seriously, what was I thinking? Pretty soon, a chance lazy morning and I flicked over to CBeebies when the Teletubbies were on. My son, my 18 month old lively and inquisitive son was mesmerised so we sat down and watched it together. I soon realised that there seriously is no harm in letting them find a favourite TV programme and those fairies would never turn up.
Watching Teletubbies soon became my saviour in calming my lively boy down, he rarely sat still for anything else, and bought me 15 or so minutes to get ready in the morning or do the daily household chores. I started to plan my day around it, 8.50am if my memory serves me right?
Then the strangest thing happened.
15 years later and I was back in the same position again only this time my toddler was even livelier and I was a now a work from home mum of three with a super busy lifestyle. I needed something which would calm my crazy toddler so I reached for the iPad, downloaded BBC iplayer and searched out the familiar bright coloured TV characters once again.
Tinky Winky, Dipsy, LaLa, Po. It was time, time to meet again, your services were required. Operation Toddler was ready for the off.
I’m not sure if it’s genetic and I am a little convinced its got hypnotic messages but my boy who showed no interest in anything for longer than a minute or so was transfixed. The new style show meant I wasn’t tearing my hair out at watching repeat performances and more than anything, more than any other positive which came out of allowing the Teletubbies back into my life,
was the smile which beams from my cheeky toddlers face when it starts.
While the rest of the house breathes a huge sigh of relief for 10 minutes.
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