Red Furry Monster Vs. High School Musical
Childhood is a short season.
~Helen Hayes
We went to the performing arts center to see Elmo in a Sesame Street stage show. Of course the merchandising was out of control (ten dollars for a red mylar balloon, beaming with Elmo’s furry face is ridiculous), but the event was otherwise very sweet.
What thrilled me most, wasn’t the delighted look on our little rascal’s face as lights dimmed, music swelled, and an Elmo who looked three times taller than he should have ran out clapping to take center stage opposite an even taller Big Bird.
I’m thrilled he loved it, but wasn’t surprised.
My surprise was from the obvious joy and steady amusement hanging on Mia’s face.
I’m thankful that at six, Mia isn’t too long in the tooth for something as innocent and wonderful as Sesame Street. I was a bit surprised, more than a few times during this last school year, with some of the things Mia’s friends were in to.
High School Musical, specifically.
There isn’t anything wrong with High School Musical. It’s just that Mia’s still a little girl and we’d love to keep her that way as long as possible. If she were in high school, then I’d be thrilled that something so innocent could charm her. But she isn’t. She’s in Kindergarten. And I’d prefer if she wasn’t emulating a life lived behind the walls of high school, no matter how antiseptic the version might be.
Daisy and I put the flick on our Netflix queue, just to see what all the fuss was about.
There were no surprises.
The film is exactly what you’d expect from a Disney produced musical set in a middle american high school: almost garishly idealistic, with a lot of discussion about topics that are not yet a part of a kindergartner’s world.
We don’t shelter Mia.
At least not when it comes to things such as music, or language.
She is exceedingly articulate, can exchange verbiage with any adult, and can separate the distinct instruments from the many tracks in almost any song.
Still, we try to nurture the innocence inside her, knowing full well it won’t last forever. She has plenty of time to grow up, and Daisy and I aren’t in a hurry.
Mia’s been made fun of at school this year (for certain a few times, and perhaps more than she’s told us) for still liking “baby” things like My Little Pony and Strawberry Shortcake.
I’m glad she does.
We canceled our cable almost two years ago. We live off the Imac and Netflix.
I’m proud to say, the number of commercials our children have seen or heard in their short lives can be counted on a single hand.
Time will march and take our little ones. For now, I’m glad that the harmless la la la la, la la la la from a red furry monster can still cause my six year old to smile.
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