November 9, 2017 by themommahen
The Husband and I don’t talk a ton about current events with our kids. I mean, we don’t stick our heads in the sand, but we don’t go out of our way to deconstruct the latest goings-on in the world in minute detail, either. So when H1 came home and told me it was mentioned that she needed to watch the news on a regular basis, I was at a bit of a loss.
(Sorry, but as a COM grad and PR/communications professional, I don’t have a lot of faith in the idea of unbiased journalism anymore.)
So, we talked about “The News” and how to watch it, and what “Fake News” means, and what “Real News” means and how, like food, we have to be careful about they type of “News” we consume and how much and when and all that jazz. And the blurred lines of “reality” and “hype” and consumerism and advertising. (I may or may not have used air quotes quite a bit in that conversation.)
Yes, it’s hard to let her wander into the realm of the Fourth Estate, but we know we can’t shelter her forever, and ohmygoodness, it’s all around us but we can at least try to teach her to be smart about it. And, as is always true in this parenting gig, I wondered if it was getting through, and then she came home all excited about a short story she had written for the same class that had mentioned watching “The News” on a regular basis.
I’m not sure if we’re getting through, but we can only hope. Because everything else is.
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