My Mother, My Daughter, Myself - My God!!
Momlogic's Yvette: So my 7-year-old has been giving me a run for the money lately. For the most part, she's a great kid, does well in school and even does her homework without a hassle. So when a sassy and smart ass attitude started flowing out her like a pre-pubescent volcanic eruption a few months back, I was completely blown away.
Damn those television shows, I thought to myself. It must be iCarly and her obnoxious little sidekick Sam who are schooling my little angel in the fine art of giving attitude. I mean, where else could she have possibly learned to roll her eyes with such dramatic flair? And who else but Drake and Josh could have taught her to start dropping little while lies like they were nothing? Don't even get me started on Zach, Cody and that trashy London Tipton. Sure, maybe they moved out of the "Suite Life" and are now running amok on a cruise ship, but there's no doubt they packed their snotty little smart mouths along with their life preservers.
So faced with an attitude problem that was growing right there along with my child, I did what I thought was the responsible thing to do. I decided to cut out all the bad influences in my daughter's life. That's right, no more "iCarly" "Drake and Josh" or "Suite Life on Deck." We sidelined those shows and she was strictly forbidden from watching anything that wasn't squeaky clean. We went from "Naughty Nickelodeon" shows to "Nice Noggin" shows and I thought that would be the answers to my bad attitude prayers. Boy, was I wrong -- I was about to have the most eye-opening experience of my life.
A few weeks after the TV turnoff went into effect, I was on the phone with my mother. My mom and I have a great relationship, but like most grown mothers and daughters, we tend to squabble. There she was, once again rattling off another list of things I need to get done, fix, change, address and stay on top of. And that's when I blew my top. After ranting and raving on the phone to my mother for a few minutes, I turned to find my daughter staring at me. One sentence from her mouth said it all. "How come I can't talk to you like that, but you can talk to your mommy like that?" She demanded, her little hands firmly planted on her hips.
Lesson learned. From that moment on, I realized I had to stop blaming television characters for my child's behavior and take a good long look at my own character. It is in fact true -- children are a product of their environment. And you know what, they're watching every move we make. I made a vow then and there to be nicer and have more patience with my own mother -- hoping that very valuable lesson will rub off on my own child.
In this case, I realized I was to blame -- not iCarly.