Sometimes it’s hard for my wife to understand the curious, unintended consequences of choosing to combine her chromosomes with those of this particular specimin of human male. On the one hand, she has this adorable, bright boy who fills her life with joy and wonder. On the other hand, she comes down some mornings to discover that he’s turned off Playhouse Disney so that he can watch the news.
What mother doesn’t love to be greeted in the morning with observations like “Mommy, a truck ran over a bomb, and a bunch of soldiers got killed”?
It may be hard for some to believe, but we do our level best to avoid indoctrination in our household. If our son asks for our opinion, we share it, but if he’s asking for information, he generally gets our best shot at an informational, yet age-appropriate answer. It’s not easy when the topic is, say, the worst POTUS of my lifetime. But it’s more important for him to learn about government than it is to try to create some sort of pint-sized parrot of his old man’s views. Besides, I have more respect for the American system than the current decider-in-chief. That respect (along with virtues like kindness, fairness, honesty) is the real value I want to promote over any specific issue opinions.
Although it is hard, I attempt to be ecumenical in representing the ideas I disagree with. And disparaging remarks are saved for the times when the impressionable youngster is not present. (There are limits, of course. Some things come in by osmosis, and it’s not like he’s ever been taken to a Republican candidate rally.)
It’s not exactly what I think most parents of five year-olds are talking about, but here’s the topic that he opened up with me recently, having seen a brief flash of Hillary Clinton’s face while I was channel-surfing.
Lad: Is she going to be the new president?
Dad: Maybe. There will be an election next year, and she’s one of the top few people who are trying to get elected.
Lad: Well, we need a new president.
Dad: Oh?
Lad: Yeah. The president we have now won’t stop the war. It just keeps going on and on. There needs to be a president who will tell all the soldiers that they can come home.
Dad: There are a lot of people out there who would definitely agree with you.
Lad: Won’t the president use up all the soldiers? What if all the soldiers get used up?
Dad: Well, we’ll still have soldiers. You heard that some soldiers have been killed and lots have been hurt, too. But there are many more soldiers who are still okay. The problem right now is that a lot of them are supposed to come home, but there aren’t enough new soldiers signing up to take their place.
Lad: Why not?
Dad: Only people who want to be soldiers are in the Army. Would you want to sign up if you knew there were going to send you some place dangerous where there was a war going on?
Lad: No way.
Dad: It’s hard to convince people to do something really scary and dangerous like that.
Then we talked a while about families being apart, and how hard it was for mommies and daddies, husbands and wives to be apart from their families for so long.
He made a strange face when he thought about not having his mommy or daddy around for a whole year.
I know for certain that being on the accelerated current events awareness plan would not be my personal first choice. It’s humbling to realize how kids have to go about making sense of the world in the media-drenched age, and how much they rely on us to reassure them and give them a safe place to reflect on what they observe.