I love YouTube. So does my son.
It’s the perfect place for him to get his daily dose of dinosaurs and scary natural disasters.
Like any responsible mother, I do my best not to let him overdo it. “Computers will fry your kid’s brain,” seems to be the general warning.
But now, in the reality we have to deal with in the quarantine days, it turns out kids need more stuff to do.
My son has settled into a pretty standard routine.
- Wake up.
- Do the dishes.
- Do whatever the heck he wants, with intermissions for lunch and dinner.
By the way, whatever is code for Minecraft and YouTube, with a sidedish of Roblox.
That’s not what I had planned. Nope. Para nada.
This was supposed to be a time to read and learn more. But, since the world is ending, is it really fair to hold him to a stricter routine?
And so have been our quarantine days: with obscene amounts of screentime.
However, for the past few days, I have noticed a change.
Have you ever walked near your kid’s room and noticed things are awfully quiet?
Naturally, the first thought in my mind was: ok, what the heck is he doing?
The door was opened wide, so I strolled in.
His computer was off.
Turns out, he had been busy exploring the different uses for an Amazon delivery box I had been keeping in my study.
My son grabbed it, drew two eyes over the iconic smile, and put it on his head, plus the addition of an old scarf of mine. Also, two smaller boxes became shoes.
Then he walked all over the house, making monster noises.
Later, he pulled out all of the Christmas decorations, including a couple of inflatables, and set an action scene in which a fluffy penguin attacked a fictional version of Tokyo.
His computer and his phone?
Has he entirely stopped watching YouTube videos and playing Minecraft on his phone?
But the amount of time he devotes to that has considerably reduced. He has been busy imagining new uses for every object in our home.
The fun part?
I’m pretty sure that, had I tried to impose a strict timetable for him to play video games and watch silly clips, I would have failed miserably.
Like with many things in life, it seems like kids are better off when they find their path.
Hopefully, as time goes by, I will learn how and when I should stay the heck out of his way.
In the meantime, you don’t happen to have any spare boxes, do you?