“Can we watch something?” My four-year-old granddaughter climbs onto the bed and snuggles in. It’s been a routine we’ve shared as long as I’ve been ill.
The question makes her parents cringe; they are trying hard to raise their child without excessive screen time. Cable TV does not exist in their world, so coming to Grandma’s makes it special.
“Why do you love watching ‘something’ so much?” I asked Sloane this morning as she crawled into my bed after a sleepover and asked me to turn the TV on. Her answer was swift and surprising:
“Because I get to decide who I want to be.”
“You mean you watch the characters and pick the ones you want to act like.”
“Yes. Now can we watch something?”
Writer, avid reader, former educator, and proud grandmother, currently experiencing life through the lens of ME/CFS. Words are, and always have been, a lifeline. Some of the best adventures, I'm discovering, take place in the imagination.