Katya and dog, outdoors, playing. |
Recently I began nannying for an
eight-year old girl named Katya. She and I spend HOURS playing “make believe”, dinners
reading Matilda, we walk to the dog park where we race back and forth across
the fields, and plenty of time in transportation conversing, covering all the
bases. She is very smart and perceptive—some of the things that come out of her
mouth are truly remarkable. But one thing she simply cannot resist is the
computer, specifically a website called Moshi Monsters. It is a classic website
aimed at children where one creates a virtual monster who must be looked after
and given plenty of attention. There are music videos starring monsters. Friends
can me made and alliances can be formed. I have to fight for her attention and
hope that as another living and breathing human who is actually paid to
entertain her, that I may possibly be better than the computer.
She attends a Brooklyn charter
school with plenty of hands-on and aware parents, teachers, and peers, yet
Moshi Monsters is still a focus at school and at home. This contrasts with my
Waldorf charter school upbringing where we were forbidden to talk about TV and
actually reported on each other if we heard anything of the sort. If we ever
heard anyone discuss anything related to media, we would actually begin yelling
at the top of our lungs “NO TV TALK!” It was always exciting to tell the
teacher about “TV talk” because there were never any hard feelings, everyone
knew the TV was strictly off limits.
So in this age of technology in the
classroom or at least dialogue about technology in the classroom, I have to
step back and really think. The mother instinct of mine which kicks in when I
play the role of caretaker for Katya makes me want to tear her away from the
computer and carry her kicking and screaming to the park or a garden. I want to
clap three times and have the computer be replaced by a book, Harry Potter
preferably. When I walk in the door I want her not to ask me to watch cartoon
music video of a monster version of Justin Bieber, but instead a picture she
drew or maybe a song on the piano. Not only is this wishful thinking and
terribly critical of her interests and likes, but it just wouldn’t make sense
for a child who is growing up a complete digital native. Then I begin to think
about what this means for her growing up, on her way to becoming a master of technology
and Internet. What a wonderful thing! Access and familiarity with the Internet
is a vital skill for everyone nowadays, child or adult. Katya is well on her
way!
And anyway, she and I have plenty
of media-free wonderful times together.