The 3 R’s for Shifting Culture around Screen Time

A few weeks ago, I was at a local burger/fries restaurant waiting in line with my 7-year-old (Seven). It was a busy Saturday and the place was as busy as Covid regulation would allow which meant there were several indoor tables occupied and several more people waiting for to-go bags of food like us. While Seven and I stood there, neither of us could take our eyes off of a table of four high school boys nearby. All four boys sitting at the booth had their heads down, and were engaging, intently, with their phones. Seven and I stood there for about 15 minutes watching them. Every once in a while, one of the high school boys would look up at one of his friends and say, “look at this,” or “I just need to snapchat one more person” or “dude, check it this out.” Which is to say, they weren’t completely, 100% disengaged with each other, more like 95%. There was some small element of interaction among them — but for the most part, it was their bodies there at the table and their brains in the virtual world. Seven was mesmerized by them — their bigness, I think. I was crestfallen. And terribly worried.

Surely you have witnessed a scene like this — it is happening everywhere and I know I’m not alone when I view it and feel terribly sad, not to mention scared for the future (and present) of our youth. I know many parents like me see what has happened to adolescence — the way it has been hijacked by video games and social media and how middle childhood and early childhood are right behind it. Our children have replaced real life with the virtual world and are hurting deeply as a result. Whether our children are age 3 or 13, it is our job as an adult and parent community to take a leadership role with our youth and collectively take the steps to shift our cultural expectations when it comes to screens. As protectors of our children, as a community, we need to act now.

I offer three tools for starting your journey towards a more connected, engaged childhood for your kid(s) and a more connected, engaged relationship between you and them.  I call it the 3 R’s.  Rethink, Reduce, Restore.

RETHINK:  I invite parents and caregivers of children – children of any age, but particularly the under-7 crowd — to take another look at what they are actually getting in the short term when they put a screen in front of their child’s face on a regular basis and what they are actually wanting in the long term for their child as he or she develops. Most parents I talk to tell me they want a break, they want ease, they want to avoid melt-downs, they want to single-task instead of multi-task, they want their kids to have fun – those are some of the reasons we reach for our smartphones and TV remotes and iPads.  When I ask parents what they really want, they tell me this: to know my child well, to see them engaged and passionate about something, to see them work hard and improve at things, to see them develop strong relationships, and for them to live healthy lives.  Regular exposure to screen media supports none of these goals and actually stands in strong opposition to them.  Let’s rethink our choices…let’s start the conversation. It really begins as simply as looking at what we desire in the short term and what we really want in the long term and bridging the divide.

REDUCE: Let’s get serious about drastically reducing our kids’ screen time for the overall improvement of their lives, their brain developments, and their relationships.  Including their relationship with us!  For the under-7 crowd, what often starts with an innocent hour of iPad time while we desperately try to get the grocery shopping done or have a phone conversation later becomes a regular habit anytime the child is struggling to occupy themselves. That child suffers in ways we may not be aware of until they are older. Let’s talk about why we should reduce screens and let’s talk about how.  We can be a community that establishes accountability around this counter-cultural and very empowering choice! 

RESTORE: The dictionary definition of “restore” is: To bring back/renovate – as in a custom or a tradition.  In this case, I implore us all to bring back more of what childhood looked like before the time that screens completely took over (as in, all of history up until about 15 years ago).  Let’s work to renovate our cultural standards once again by preserving the original nature of childhood which is, in human form, around 18 years. Let’s encourage real learning in our children by allowing them to play, make mistakes, be bored, have space, and build relationships the old-fashioned way. Let’s make this restoration the new-fashioned way forward.

Day 10: Learn Alongside

DAY 10

A good friend of mine who is a pre-school teacher gave me this advice about homeschooling: “the ideal situation is that you are learning alongside them.” I’ve taken that to heart and it helps me when I start to feel choked by the idea of standards. grades. credit. keeping up. learning objectives — some of the things I talked about in my last post. We are developing a nice rhythm around here — usually starting our day with about 10 minutes of mindfulness which I remind them (and me) is about being still and listening to ourselves. Then we do about an hour of workbooks to keep up with what their classmates are doing in school.

Then we wing it.

The boys and I have some solid open-ended projects we have started and don’t know how they will roll out, exactly, but everyone is engaged, often challenged, very often passionate, and generally happy so I think we’ll keep on keeping on, as they say. This is some of what we’ve started:  

*a monthly newspaper called NashvilleNuz (stealing the creative titling from one of our favorite kids’ podcasts that we listen to most weekday mornings, called KidNuz.  Check it out if you haven’t already)  This month we did Book Reviews, a crossword puzzle, some jokes and riddles, and a Fun Day in Nashville highlighting some of the things we like to do around here. We finished our first issue today and got it out to our “subscribers” and while I was doing the printing for all of that, I asked the boys to make me a lunch plate. I think they sensed I was starving and also needed a break because this is what they laid out for me:

*a Tennessee bird photography project that I am hoping will also include learning the parts of birds and how to draw and color them.  I think it would be neat to be able to identify many Tennessee birds by their songs and by how they look.  I’m always wary of making myself reliant on anything that involves my phone or an app because I like to keep learning analog — kids stay much more engaged and curious when there isn’t any modern technology involved. That said, I don’t know a single bird by its song (except a woodpecker) so if I want to learn alongside them, I may do some research on bird song apps. Or just do some seriously deep listening.

*weekly meal planning, recipe-reading, grocery-shopping, and cooking projects.  The other day, I ripped my extensive, weekly grocery list in half and handed one half to each boy and then stood with a cart near the checkout at Trader Joe’s.  The boys went all over the store finding the groceries while I stood there.  It was great fun.  I’m thinking after a couple more times like this, I probably won’t need to go inside with them.

*Seven has rolled out plans for a weekly Baking Subscription Box business with Saturday deliveries.  So far, he has 5 paying customers. The real education, I know, will come when he starts paying for ingredients.

*Ten has decided he wants to be a Mother’s Helper – and in his flier to advertise, apologized for the sexist title.  His business just opened and he doesn’t have any clients yet, but I think he will soon. He is super fun to play with.

*We are working on a winter art wall and have been tackling some of the great ideas from one of my favorite blogs, Artful Parent. I’ve been saving up, myself, to wallpaper our dining room which could use some color and texture, but while my pennies pile, this art wall is going to appease my eyes, I know it.

*Map-reading, practicing safe biking, and getting to know Nashville on bike.  Walk/Bike Nashville has some really great kid-friendly routes – we printed 3 copies of one of the routes last week and had a great time, all bundled up, learning to read a map better and being the only bikers on the road.

*Sewing and quilting.  We are going to start with making some throw pillows that they have not even chosen fabrics for yet, but have scheduled pillow fights in which they plan to use them.  Then I’m planning on picking a sampler quilt design and getting started on sewing some blocks for a big queen-size quilt for their sister.

I think these projects should keep us busy for awhile. My house has never been messier than since we started “officially” homeschooling but I’m practicing seeing my mess with new eyes. These are the eyes of winging it. These are the eyes that are looking beyond standards. grades. getting credit. If I’m going to learn alongside these guys, I’ve got to do it all the way.

Day 7: Note to Self: Let the Learning Breathe

DAY 7:

When I step outside to retrieve my mail, I’m retrieving my mail.  I don’t think about it a whole lot.  Of course, I’m ever hopeful there will be one of the following four items in there, and in order of hopefulness, if I’m being honest, those are: 1. A check 2. A package I wasn’t expecting 3. A nice card or letter. 4. A package I was expecting. I’m also hoping to avoid any bad news (bills, dentist appointment reminders, a letter in which I’m being told we’ve been turned down for health insurance, checks that are a whole lot smaller than I expected, or too much junk mail which tends to flood me with guilt.)  I’m guessing these feelings are somewhat universal – both the yearnings and the hope-nots.  Regardless, there’s not a lot of learning going on at this juncture with the particular task of mail retrieval, unless I run into a neighbor who has some news to share.     

Compare this to a 5-year-old. If I am a 5-year-old being sent outside to retrieve the mail, there might be a few things to learn — things to learn, that is, without really knowing I’m “learning,” especially if I do it many times, over the course of weeks or months.  All of this would largely be happening in the unconscious and in the body. I would be thinking and feeling without knowing I’m thinking and feeling. It might start like this:

1. Is the mail here yet?

2. What time does the mail come?  

3. Does it come at the same time every day?

4. As a non-time-teller, how do I think about this? In terms of how much my tummy is grumbling for dinner? How many stains from the day are on my shirt front or circling the tops of my knees? Have I been staring out the window for a long time? Did I see the mail truck/delivery person go down the other side of the block?  

5. Will I need to stand on my tiptoes to reach in and get the mail?  …Did I yesterday?  

6. Are shoes necessary for this excursion?  A coat?  

7. What living and non-living things exist between my door and my mailbox?  And how many of those things will I stop to wave hello to, or play with for a short while?  

8. Will I ever reach the mailbox or become too distracted by the world to get there? What captures my attention….oh.

I am on the topic of learning objectives. Those all-too-popular things we try to anticipate learning before we learn them. One of the nagging voices in my head I am in constant practice of trying to turn off/befriend during this time of homeschooling, is what exactly will they learn?   (Another one is, how will they get credit?) I’m a novice homeschooler, some might say. Others might say I’ve been doing this for 10 years. (After all, our lives and what we spend our time doing haven’t actually changed that much.) Either way — whether I’m a novice or a veteran, and aren’t we always a little bit both? — there’s something serious-feeling about dropping out of the system, right?

As soon as I start listening to that nagging voice that wants to talk about learning objectives, I start to feel overwhelmed and also uninspired. Why learn something, another voice within me asks, if I’m told beforehand what it will be? I’m giving myself permission right now to drop the fear of doing it right and and drop the anxiety about covering exactly the content I’m supposed to be covering and just let. the. learning. breathe.

Maybe I don’t learn anything these days, as an adult on my way to the mailbox, because learning has been schooled out of me. Perhaps learning is not knowing exactly what’s ahead; what’s to come of things. Furthermore, if learning hadn’t been schooled out of me, maybe I’d still be in my body on the way to the mailbox, being a young scientist engaging with the outdoors and a young mathematician learning how to figure out the time using clues and a young artist/naturalist/wonderer looking and being and appreciating — all of those, just in an older body. Maybe this time is an opportunity to let our brains think and our bodies feel and trust something is solidifying in there. We can name and track it and prove it and get credit for it later. Or not.

    

Day 3: Spelling becomes Activism

DAY 3:

One of the many reasons I decided to drop virtual school for my 2nd and 4th graders and homeschool them instead is that we had the chance to experience virtual school during fall semester.  I now know exactly what I’m letting go of.  For all the ways I may worry about being behind or not teaching the right things, I’m also able to see some holes and how to fill them.

One of most frustrating (and surprising) aspects of virtual school was that it required all of me to support two students. Which is to say, virtual school doesn’t do the thing that I think teachers and administrators and school districts were hoping it would do: it doesn’t provide childcare.  Not really.  Not for a 7-year-old and a 10-year-old.  Of course, I had to physically be here with them, in the house – that much I expected.  What I found, though, was that I couldn’t really do anything else from 8:00-2:00 every day — not with the noise of two classes blaring (headphones don’t work, we’ve swapped their school computers out twice, same issue).  Not with two different schedules which means with the exception of a couple of 20-minute time periods per day, one of them was usually on a break.  Not with constant tech issues.  And not with the curriculum and grading systems being such that the kids need an adult to navigate assignments and communication with them and for them.  What virtual school was requiring of me was turning me into exactly the hovering, over-parenting parent I do not want to be.  And even with me doing what it required of me, we were still failing on many fronts. It is no wonder we were all feeling really blue and uninspired and turned off to learning.  

Around Christmas-time, I got a gentle nudge from a mentor who simply said, “this isn’t bringing you alive.”  I figured, well, if the kids’ school day is going to require all of me, I might as well do this my way – teach them some things I want them to know in ways they like to learn.  

 Homeschool bloggers talk a lot about how much bleed there is in learning, and how you can start out teaching one thing and learn something else which is a really nice thing about not following a curriculum.    

Seven received this beautiful book called Rick, written by an author we like named Alex Gino for Christmas.  He finished reading it yesterday and loved the story.  This morning I was thinking a little spelling test would be good so I thumbed through Rick and offered up ten spelling words randomly from the book.  I asked him to write them down, and then I brought out our wonderful, illustrated Children’s Dictionary (a gift from Grandma and one of my favorite possessions) and taught Seven how to look up the words and write a small definition.  He loved learning how to use the dictionary in this way, but became frustrated to see that not all the words he was looking for were in there.  Specifically, Non-Binary, Latinx, and Transgender.  This led me to my phone to google “kid definition for non-binary” which brought me to a beautiful and super-helpful website called Welcoming Schools which offers lots of easy-to-understand definitions of words related to gender and sexuality and all things LGBTQ+ and also a lot of cool resources for parents and teachers and schools.  (I think adults would also benefit greatly from these simple and digestible definitions.)  

It also led to a hearty discussion among the three of us about the difference between small problems and big problems.  A small problem is not being able to find something in the first place you look.  A big problem is looking for reflections of yourself and legitimacy about yourself out in the world and not finding them. 

So, having “write letters” down in my homeschool lesson plans, we decided to direct our letters to the good people who publish Merriam Webster’s Children’s Dictionary and let them know how much we love their resource, and also that they have some updating to do.  

I thought Seven’s sentence about the updating was phrased in a way that would make most compassionate humans jump to action.  He said,

“I found some words that I think need to be in your dictionary.  The words are: Transgender, Latinx, and Non-Binary.  This is a problem because people who are transgender, nonbinary, and Latinx are going to see it and wonder why they’re not in the dictionary and they might be sad.  Thank you for paying attention to this.”   

Ten’s letter was a 4th-grader’s version of similar sentiments and I appreciated that he saw the impact from more than one perspective. He said, “Other kids who are not transgender, non-binary, or Latinx might wonder about those words and want to see if they are real. If they don’t find them in the dictionary, they will grow up thinking it is all fake.

I will be the first to admit that I don’t know all the right ways to talk about LGBTQ+ issues and all the right language to use. I have lots to learn. I do know that I don’t want to avoid the topic just because I don’t know all the perfect ways to broach it. And I don’t want my kids to either. What started for us as a simple list of spelling words became a strong connection for all three of us this morning about the stories that move us, some holes that need filling, and our capacity as individuals to do small things with a big hearts.

Day 2: The Woods

DAY 2: 

Today we went to the woods and one of us got lost, just for a little while.  That is to say, one of us (Ten) got physically lost, and another one of us (me) got mentally lost, but just for a little while.  One of the many benefits that people who homeschool their kids share is the unpredictability of the learning.  And I feel we lived that out this morning in a big way.  

The boys and I declared it Fun Friday and I decided we should kick off the day with my favorite hike here in Nashville which is about 2 hours long if you have a brain like mine that likes to measure things in time instead of distance.  (Ten wanted to measure the hike we did in inches which requires some fun math that I would need to do on paper but he was enjoying, for the first portion of the hike, attempting to do in his head.)  

Now, this is either ironic or not ironic but a good portion of the hike today was spent talking about the vision quest I did 11 years ago in the woods of Utah which was two weeks in the woods, all told, as a group.  Most of those two weeks was spent preparing and processing, creating and enacting ceremony, and then 3 of those days camping solo while fasting, and sleeping under a tarp because it allows for a closer experience of nature and the very things one fears.  For me that was bears – both the real ones and the ones in my heart, as my loving guides would remind me.  

To be clear, traditional camping has been an acquired taste for me, and my favorite parts of it are the same as most kids: calling hotdogs and a whole bag of chips “dinner”, the inflatable rafts that keep me sun-baked and elevated from cold lakes, and the slumber-party feeling of sleeping bags lined up next to each other, though of course, the sleep is awful.  

This vision quest solo camping was the furthest cry from that kind of camping hedonism I have come to love a few times a year with good friends, and also one of the very best things I have ever done.  It was, at the very least, an opportunity to be lost in the woods (proverbial and otherwise) and realize what lost really is. And also, what is home? The boys’ and my conversation about my vision quest on the hike this morning was centered mostly around, you guessed it, pee and poop and how one accomplishes those feats out in the woods for days, away from the porcelain throne. Anyone who spends time with kids knows how long potty talk can last…if you don’t know, I’ll tell you. Many, many inches of a hike. But I also managed to fit in a little talk about how cool it is to have a relationship with the woods…to be able to be a little lost, but not feel lost to yourself.

Towards the very end of our hike, Ten became enraptured by something either within or outside himself, the two having melded some after a few hours in the muck, and ran ahead.  Cut to 15 minutes later when I saw the turn-off he may have missed and then, uh-oh, a second turn-off back to the parking lot and Seven kept assuring me that he more than likely had found his way back to the car but when we got back to the car he wasn’t there.  Cut to me not panicking, really not at all, because I know the woods are where we belong and getting a little lost in them, I reminded myself, is a very healthy experience, dare I say a crucial experience, if we are ever to look directly in the face of some other fears swimming nearby, and for god sakes it was 11:00 in the morning, a bright sunny day, and there were plenty of people around to help.  Sure enough, he stopped a fellow hiker, gave him my phone number, I was called and we reunited and everyone is just fine now, and I would go so far as to say, better than fine.  We learned something we would never learn in traditional school: when you come to a crossroads, and you don’t know which way to turn, perhaps the best thing to do is stop and wait. Be with yourself for a minute. Isn’t that what the woods are for?

Accidental Homeschool: Day 1

DAY 1: 

I’d like to put it out there that I really don’t have any idea what I’m doing but, considering the alternative right now, I’m going to give homeschooling a try.  Today at 8:30 a.m. we started with mindfulness and sat down to do a 4-minute meditation that made my squirmy, often loud, constantly-moving 7-year-old (let’s call him Seven) look VERY zen for about 2 minutes which felt like a win.  My 10-year-old (let’s call him Ten) was a little giggly and, as kids are wont to do, felt the need to report on minor physical discomforts the whole time, but my gut told me to peek open my eyes and take a look at Seven and I’m glad I did because he was the picture of peace.  A pretty good start.

Then we sat down for a “meeting” and made a “homeschool schedule.”  I had done some research on several homeschool blogs – many of which were helpful, all of which were overwhelming – and one in particular that I really liked instructed newbies like me to try the 3-hour homeschool solution — 3 one-hour blocks.  So, we worked out Block 1: essential academics, and, hearing this, Seven groaned because he knew this likely meant the use of workbooks and also timed math tests which he secretly loves but loves to hate.  

Block 2 will be: books of all kinds, and writing.   This brought big smiles to Ten’s face as he is a proud readaholic who recently learned that the Spanish translation for “bookworm” is “el raton de biblioteca” which, for you non-Spanish speakers out there means “library mouse.”  Ten thought that would be a pretty cool nickname.  Another homeschool blog I visited gave this advice: when all else fails and you don’t know what to do next, read aloud.  The old-fashioned nature of this advice feels almost as good as sitting next to my grandmother used to.  

Block 3 is encouraged to be an “other kinds of learning” time when the article I was consulting suggested anything from games to documentary movies.  Being a [mostly] screen-free family, we’ll skip the movies.  The three of us decided to call this time Explore.  I can think of hundreds of ways to fill this time meaningfully, most of which, I believe, will not provoke enormous push-back.

The boys and I then got some agreements down on paper – my favorite of which was, “work hard, don’t rush” and then we moved through the three blocks pretty seamlessly with some art and some readaloud time and a little bit of workbooks and a history podcast.

The kids loved the day and after lunch and an hour of individual reading some friends came over for a socially-distanced and masked mud grenade battle with makeshift shelters that lasted for hours and while my driveway and children, both, are now covered in mud, which is now being tracked all over the house, they are happy and I’m upstairs writing and not dealing with that, and if this is homeschooling, it’s not so bad.