Risa Green: Loser Mom.
But even though my cracked-under-the-peer-pressure story turned out to have a happy ending, I still find myself very often in the role of loser mom. Don’t get me wrong, we watch a lot of television in our house – A LOT – but I at least try to keep it age appropriate. Little Einsteins, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Higglytown Heroes – all good. But Hannah Montana, That’s So Raven, Suite Life of Zack and Cody – they’re just not allowed. In my opinion, just because a show is on the Disney Channel doesn’t mean that it’s right for little kids. And yet, sometimes I feel as if I’m the only mom who thinks so. Sometimes I feel as if I am all alone in loserville, with nobody but the homeschoolers who have fifteen kids and chore charts up on their refrigerators.
Recently, for example, my husband and I went to see Hairspray. To my surprise, the audience was filled with little girls that looked to be about Harper’s age. I found myself feeling guilty. Should I have brought Harper? I wondered. Would she have enjoyed this? As the movie went on, I realized that yes, she would have enjoyed it. She would have enjoyed the singing and the dancing and the musical numbers very much. But the rest of the movie had very adult themes. Racial prejudice, weight prejudice, body image issues. Call me what you want, but I was glad I hadn’t brought her. I haven’t told her yet that black people and white people sometimes don’t get along. I haven’t told her yet that in our society, it’s better to be thin than it is to be fat. I haven’t told her yet that sometimes grownups can be mean to people for absolutely no reason. Of course, I know she’ll figure these things out for herself, but why rush it? She has the rest of her life to worry about her weight; do I really need her worrying about it when she’s five?