Another morning of laundry, coffee and God's word. I started the Love Dare today! Patience. I KNOW I can use this.
Harper walked into the laundry room where I was folding clothes for our trip to Texas. In her arms she cradled her silver piggy bank wrapped in a fleece blanket.
"Mommy, I've got an ankle."
My first thought was, "Well yes, actually, you have two," but I couldn't tell where her thoughts were headed so I kept quiet.
"See Mommy, I've got an ankle on my little booby," she said, proudly looking down her nose at the tiny FRECKLE on her chest.
"Oh, you mean freckle," I politely corrected, trying to contain my giggles.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
I am not a tv addict. I LOVE music videos and have logged countless hours switching from GAC, CMT, MTV(only very early in the morning) and VH1. There are very few shows I feel drawn to, but the short list consists of: American Idol and Dancing With the Stars. I used to watch Grey's but have boycotted the show due to the liberal agenda. If I want to watch trash I'll just watch "Rock of Love" on VH1, at least I'll know what I'm getting into.
Normally I consider these two shows family friendly and make a special point to let Harper overtake my lap and watch with me. If fact, all four of us watch Idol. Last year Harper would change into her various costumes to watch DWTS so she could "look pretty" like the girls shimmying in fringe and sequins. So far it has been comical, sweet even.
We missed last weeks show, only catching a glimpse of Pamela Anderson in a hot pink loin cloth. With just a minute to watch before bath Harper declared, "Ohhh Mama, That's me in the pink! I'm gonna be her!"
That's when it happened.
TV suddenly became the enemy robbing my sweet little girl of her....little girlness! "Her!" I thought. "You wanna be HER!"
After my blood pressure came down, the tv was already off, and I tucked in my two angels, my mind went back to my responsibility as a parent. Why does my 4 year old immediately feel drawn to the vixen? Is it because that is the only dancer we saw during our brief encounter with the show or is that definition of "beauty" already ingrained in her mind? Either way, I've got some prayin' to do!
The first thing that came to mind was "Clothe yourselves in humility.."
Last night we continued our ritual,giving the show another chance, and plopped into our seats for the excitement of the ballroom. As the dancers were introduced, again Harper proclaimed, "Ohhh Mama, there's me again!" just as Pam pranced down the steps paying tribute to Marilyn Monroe. "No, that's not you Harper...that's you," I encouraged, pointing out Erin Andrews and Chelsey Hightower, both blonde beauties like Harper. She agreed that she could be Chelsey, not that other girl. "Whew," small victory.
We watched several dances, including Pamela's, but her comments after her dance really opened my eyes. I'm sure Harper doesn't catch on to the crude humor among the judges and contestants, but I do, and I just didn't feel right about it last night.
Click. We turned it off. It was that easy.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not blaming a show, Pamela Anderson or "the media." I'm not pointing the finger at anyone because then there would be four fingers pointing right back at me. I remember dressing up like Dolly Parton when I was, well....that was just last year, but I mean, when I was a kid I did it too! : ) Maybe there is something fascinating about that figure, I'm not sure. All I know is that good ole Pam and her knockers are just one more reminder that this Mama needs to stay on her knees in prayer for her two angels.