It all started earlier in the day, when I picked the kids up from school for swim lessons. If we walk fast, we can just get to the pool in time. I had fresh-made banana muffins to offer to grumpy eight-year-olds, pining for play dates.
"This is the worst day ever! I hardly have any time to play with my friends!"
Mondays and Wednesdays (and Fridays, sometimes, too) are days we currently keep free for after school play dates. Tuesdays are music days. Thursdays are swimming. And those days are also family time.
"But it's not like we're really together, is it? It's not like real family time."
No, not during the actual in-the-pool swim time. But let me assure you, we're really together the rest of the time, and it really is family time. Walking to the pool and then home afterward underlined the togetherness of the venture. There we were, walking and talking, talking and walking. It's an elemental combination. One of my closest and longest friendships has revolved around walking and talking. We walk, we talk. The forward motion can contain silences, time for reflection, emotion, quiet, bursts of energy and laughter and ideas.
There is no time of silence when walking with four children; but what interesting subjects have occasion to emerge. On the way home, AppleApple put on the winter hat I'd brought (one for everyone, though most declined). We passed a young woman on the sidewalk. Whether or not she noticed AppleApple's winter hat/spring t-shirt combo, I cannot say, but AppleApple certainly noticed the young woman, and kind of cringed and hunched. And then she said to me: "I feel sort of embarrassed, Mom." She was puzzled by the emotion. It was almost as if it were new to her, and she was newly discovering and feeling something unexpected and uncomfortable. She was embarrassed to be seen wearing a winter hat on a spring evening.
What an amazing opportunity to open a conversation about our emotions--embarrassment in particular--and how they can shape (or not!) what we choose to do. "Do you feel chilly without your hat? Would you like to keep wearing it?" Yes. "So keep wearing it." I hope I didn't head down Lecture Lane, but I was thrilled to be talking with my kids, in the most organic way possible, about peer pressure, being different, feeling different, and the multitude of embarrassing moments in their futures that could alter their behavior, or that they could recognize and resist. One of the most wonderful things about growing up is realizing that embarrassment is so often a projection of one's own fears and anxieties--"what if she thinks I look stupid in my hat?"--and having the confidence and self-assurance not to change, if we're happy doing what we're doing. Most of the time, other people are thinking nothing of the sort (except, maybe, other teenagers; I'm not sure; I remember that being a pretty judgmental phase in my life). Most of the time, other people don't really notice, or don't notice to the degree that one imagines. All of this self-consciousness is heightened during the teen years--years of self-discovery, when it is both necessary and painful to examine oneself in depth and superficially, to scrutinize and question and experiment, to learn Who Am I?
We didn't get into that. I told some funny stories from my childhood about feeling embarrassed. I warned them that embarrassment would be a sensation all the more acute and frequent in the years to come, and asked them to tell me if I were ever embarrassing them (they couldn't imagine it! Ha!), and promised that I would never deliberately try to embarrass them ... but that it might happen anyway.
And, then, this came out. Albus said: "Sometimes I feel embarrassed when the other kids in my class talk about Wii and they don't talk to me about it, because they know I don't have one." He had a new friend over on Wednesday (play date day), and his new friend asked whether he had a Wii, and Albus had to say no. "Did you have fun playing together?" Yes. "Do you think he'd like to come back and play again sometime soon?" Yes. "Do you think he liked you less because you didn't have a Wii?" No.
At our family meeting, we revisited the topic: being different, having a Wii or choosing not to. Fooey said she'd rather not have one, because then they might always want to play it (the child knows her cravings, too--she LOVES tv, and knows how hard it is to turn it off). AppleApple said we could always play at C&K's house (uncle and aunt-to-be). Albus pointed out that if we did get one, we could stick to rules about how often the Wii would be played. Both Kevin and I were of two minds. I do think our family would be able to set limitations and stick to them. But the larger and more important point, to me, tends in a different direction altogether: why not be different? Why not be the house on the block where friends come over and play outside? (Plus, in our tightly-knit 'hood, we're not the only house on the block with no Wii; it's just that this year, Albus has been separated from his best buds at school, and has had to adapt to the wider population of kids).
Coincidentally, I'd just read a report yesterday that the AVERAGE DAILY screen time for Canadian kids is SIX HOURS. And on weekends, that goes up to SEVEN HOURS. (That includes computer, tv, gaming systems).
Why not take a small stand against that, as a family, and just go without? It felt, by the end of our conversation, that everyone was willing to think about the larger implications of the choice. Childhood is so short. There is only so much time to play, and to play creatively. When I think of those kids digging that massive hole in our backyard, and the immensity of fun that was had, the enthusiasm, the dreaming and planning, the dirt, the physical labour, the cooperation ... I think, yes! More of that, please! My own childhood was blessed with outdoor play, mess-making, freedom, imaginary play, and a connection to the natural world that was so natural I took it for granted.
Different. It's okay. It's better than okay. To be unique is to be a human being. To be confidently, happily, creatively, serenely, humorously, vividly, acceptingly and compassionately unique is to be a content human being.
Maybe you'll eat ice cream with chopsticks (as per AppleApple, above, at last night's family meeting; yesterday, they learned about China, and the three children in her class who came from China taught everyone how to eat with chopsticks).