It Seems Like It’s Disappearing

What makes a childhood?  I’ve been giving that question a lot of thought since the day I first read Neil Postman’s The Disappearance of Childhood. That thinking took on an urgency once becoming a parent.


Sweetgirl had a playdate for the girls in her new classroom last week. As I eavesdropped (because, MOM) on their conversations, I heard one eight year old exclaim to another that so-and-so in their class asked her out. One girl squealed, another put her hand to her heart and sighed (I kid you not), and another asked if it was The So-And-So from their classroom.


Back that train up a sec.



Yes, I am yelling.

Before I get an onslaught of negativity about not taking their little conversations so seriously and they are just testing out this growing up thing, SHE PRODUCED A PHONE NUMBER! He apparently wrote his phone number down and said, “Call me sometime.”

Full up stop.

Just stop.

Because, childhood? It seems like it’s disappearing.

When I was eight, the only adult things missing from my social life were teeth.

Neil Postman wrote about the phenomenon I was witnessing in his book.

More, and more frequently, I am struck by how we are losing our social idea of children as separate from adults. The divide between what experiences a child should have and what experiences we encounter as adults is shrinking.

It bothers me.

Does it bother anyone else?

Of television Postman writes,

“The six-year-old and the sixty-year-old are equally qualified to experience what television has to offer…For in speaking, we may always whisper so that the children will not hear. Or we may use words they may not understand. But television cannot whisper, and its pictures are both concrete and self-explanatory. The children see everything it shows.”

Television isn’t the root of all evil. (We all know money is, right?) But, what the t.v. does is “eliminate the exclusivity of worldly knowledge and, therefore, [eliminate] on of the principal differences between childhood and adulthood.


I mean, take a look at any current cartoon geared towards “children” and you will hear plenty of adult humor peppered throughout.

Reading this book opened my eyes to the ways in which media can negatively impact our children’s ability to have an actual childhood. And while it won’t leave you with warm fuzzies, it will open your eyes to the realities of the techno-world we live in.

Parenting is full of pitfalls and epic fails. I’m thankful for Postman’s ability to draw my eyes to the places where it can get especially holey. It helps me be more aware.

And I’ll take all the help I can get. Yes indeedy.

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Top 5 Reasons Why I Like to Lay Low

We’re sick.  And tired.  Literally and figuratively.  You know those months when you’re going 90 to nothin’ and yet nothing truly important is getting accomplished? It had been one of those months for us in September. I knew to expect this, to a certain extent, because September is a crazy-busy family birthday month for us.  But, I didn’t expect to feel so stinkin’ tired and unproductive at the end of it.

So, when Sweetboy started feeling under the weather Friday, I actually got excited at the prospect of a “layin’ low” kind of long weekend.  And here are my top five reasons why:
1.  Naps happen.  Indeed.


2.  You get to overhear some fascinating conversations.  Conversations like this:
Sweetboy – “Sissy, I’m sorry, but I can’t marry you!” (I don’t even want to know what prompted that response in the first place…”)

Sweetgirl- “Aww, Brudder, but I love you.”

Sweetboy – “I know. But we can live next door to each other forever.  Maybe on the same street as Mama and Daddy.”  (The verdict is still out on whether anyone other than Sweetboy or Sweetgirl is in favor of that idea.)


3.  You can really busta’ move with the house cleaning and organizing.  Or not.


4.  There is nowhere to go; no place to be.  That, my friends, means no necessary hair battles; otherwise known as The Daily Shower.  Can I get an Amen?


5.  You finally get the chance to catch up on all of the shows you’ve DVR’d.  But, there are small people who also want to watch their shows. One of whom is still under the weather. What’s a person to do?  Did I mention naps happen?  Oh yes they do!


What do you like to do when you lay low?