In the age we live in, with rapid access to endless things, it was bound to happen. I just thought it would be some time before it did. I also thought that it would happen when I could have a conversation about it with my little ones. But sadly, that is not the case. Let me walk you through what just happened.
I walked in to the family room to find my son and daughter, mouths agape, staring at the television. I turned to see what was captivating so much of their attention, and my heart sank. Quickly, I reached over and took the remote from my son, and turned it off as the reality set in.
My mind raced with questions, for which I knew there was no answer.
How did he get the remote?
How did he find THAT channel?
I thought they were asleep, what are they BOTH doing up?
In a flurry I knew I needed to talk to them about what they had just seen, no matter how difficult it would be for their minds to comprehend. The hard part would be talking to them about what just happened, and not showing my emotions.
Is this real life?
I explained to them that what they were watching was on TV. That what two, consenting, ‘adults’ do in front of cameras for millions to see, is not always real. They were projecting fantasy. They want the viewers to feel that this is how they always are. I told them that in my time on earth, I have learned that what they had just seen is not always real. They looked up at me, with big eyes, and smiled. I changed their focus with two chocolate chip cookies, and the promise of an amazing bedtime story. They excitedly ran into the kitchen to devour their prizes before heading back to bed, and I collapsed onto the couch.
How did this happen?
How did I let my guard down?
What kind of father lets this happen?
Depressed, I turned the television back on, to change the channel from what they had been watching, and turned off the presidential debate in favor of something more appropriate.
What? Did you think my kids were watching something else?
Live big, love bigger, and be kind, always.