Most mothers will deny any part in what I’m about to reveal. I know a lot of people that do it whenever they can and yet, they will swear up and down that they never, ever do it or, heaven forbid, let their children do it. And yet, I’m taking a big risk by admitting this and I hope that by doing so, I can help other mothers to come clean too.
Here it is: I love television.
Right now, some people are sneering and turning their noses up, but, I know there is a silent majority of people reading this who feel the same way I do. Come on, admit it, you love Dirty Jobs.
Television can save moms, dads and their children from a lot of heartache and headache. I don’t know a mother alive who, at some point, hasn’t been at the end of her rope, ready to explode and perhaps she has blown her top (hey, we’re all human). TV is an instant pressure release valve available at the touch of a switch in every home across America and now with Digital Video Recorders (DVR) a mom can record and watch at her leisure. TV is a safe clean, healthy alternative to the mind altering drugs of the sixties, the sexperimentation of the seventies, the greed of the eighties or the beige-ness of the nineties. It’s the “mother’s little helper” of the Year of the Ox.
So, I say why not watch a program or two. I think family television is fun. It sparks conversation and learning. Where else can you learn how to stage your house for sale, cook a meal in 30 minutes and shear an Alpaca, all in one evening?