There are many things I swore I would never do as a parent. All these preconceived ideas of how I was going to be and all the principles I would maintain hung like a halo signifying my future moral superiority. But with every day that passes, those once strong convictions seem to melt away like M&M’s in my palm.
One “never going to let my kid to that” doctrine I held onto was not having a DVD player in the car. Yeah car rides are boring, but boredom is the birthplace of creativity and imagination. I figured I never had a DVD player when I was a kid and I survived. The most exciting apparatus for the car was a Walkman. I had to entertain myself by staring at the window and asking my parents every five minutes when we were going to get there.
So I was pretty adamant on The Munch dealing with the tedium that is being in the car. That is until I had to take a five-hour car trip with her. Knowing what I know about my child, being able to anticipate the constant demands to DJ “wheels on the bus” into “ring around the rosie” 4,000 times, then open the window, then close the window, then finding her pacifier she dropped, to listening to her say every 30 seconds she wants to get down, to yelling at me not to use the windshield wipers, to demanding the inside lights to be turned on… Yeah…. Pretty sure I loaded up that Ipad with her favorite movie “Babies. And when that was not good enough for her anymore, pretty sure I found videos of “babies laughing,” “babies crying,” and “babies dancing” on Youtube on my phone.
Yeah. I get it now.