Moms have to catch me time whenever it presents itself, no? At MomSpeaker Trish Adkins' house, it's during an age-inappropriate daily screening of Star Wars Rebels.
My 2-year-old is obsessed with Star Wars Rebels.
Before you comment about how Star Wars Rebels is not aimed at toddlers, just know that I don't care. We gave Thomas the Tank Engine a whirl a couple weeks ago. I was totally disgusted by the raging trains with snotty attitudes and passive-aggressive communication.
I already have two daughters who provide me with enough attitude. I certainly don't need to watch trains sniping at each other about who is more useful.
Anyway, back to my 2-year-old's most favorite show: Star Wars Rebels. It is some sort of Star Wars cartoon. I'd like to pretend that I could recap each episode or perhaps give you a rundown on each character or tell you what valuable lessons my toddler is learning from watching the program.
But I can't.
While he is watching, I am half-watching (checking for nudity, blood and angry trains named Percy) and writing. For 30 minutes, I can think and string together a few sentences. It is like a writers' retreat.
While he is watching, he is also clutching his Stars Wars Colors Board Book for dear life, while shouting new words like:
Frankly, the Star Wars Rebels characters (whose names I cannot remember) have become 30 minutes of mommy writing time every morning. And while I am slightly concerned that my son is nurtured by the electronic equivalent of a comic book store, the thing is, he is happy, has stopped acting like a monster (i.e., growling at me and attempting to eat my leg and break my laptop) and has moved on to planning rebellions and insurrections with his sisters' Barbies.
And you know what, I am happy about it all. Maybe he will be an astronaut or President or dictator of a small island nation. Either way, I'll be proud.
Well, my 30 minutes is up. May the force be with you.
Trish Adkins is a South Jersey mom. This post is adapted from her blog, Yoke.