Over the past few years, I’ve noticed that preschool age cartoons have become absurd.
When I was a child, I watched the Road Runner blow up Wiley Coyote no less than a million times. Bugs entertained me every Saturday morning and fostered a fondness for carrots deep within. I dreamed of becoming a super hero, namely Wonder Woman. Still, I wish for her body.
My point is that there was a battle raging and the good guys always won. Not reality, but who cares. What small child lives realistically anyway? It entertained. It made me wake up at 6am each Saturday morning and sit quietly watching my favorite shows until lunchtime. My parents were pleased.
I doubt I’ve suffered any psychological trauma from these cartoons. If you read this blog often, please don’t comment on that point.
Today’s cartoons for preschoolers teach them to be environmentally responsible, politically correct, and handle all situations like miniature adults.
I don’t know about your kids, but my goals for my toddlers were simpler. I strove to teach them that drinking from the toilet with a straw was BAD, and that coloring was for paper and not furniture. I wanted them to learn their ABC’s and how to say ‘please’ and ‘thank-you’.
Apparently my goals should have been loftier. Bilingual education should have topped my list, followed closely by energy conservation and tolerance.
I think I’ll keep my goals simple. If my 7 year-old learns to change her panties each day and do her homework in under two hours, I’m a happy mom. I don’t think I’ll burden her with global problems until she’s at least 10. After all, I don’t give her enough allowance to handle the weightier issues of adult life.