Let’s give Saturdays back to kids

When I was a kid Saturdays meant one thing: cartoons.

It's time to give Saturdays back to kids

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Looney Tunes, Tom and Jerry, the Flintstones, Transformers, He-Man…the list went on and on.

That coyote never did catch the road runner, did he? Suckeeeer!

I mean, I loved Saturday morning cartoons. After a long week of school, a couple of hours of couch time was just what the doctor ordered.

I feel like an old man…”When I was a kid…”

Anyway, what happened to those Saturday morning cartoons? It’s like they’re something that was buried in a time capsule 50 years ago never to be seen again.

They’ve been replaced with soccer games, piano lessons, and day trips.

I often wonder if we’ve scheduled our kids so many activities that we haven’t left time for them to…be kids.

I mean, when I look back on my childhood, Saturday morning cartoons are one of my fondest memories and I’m pretty sure my kids don’t even know what they are.

Kids crave routines and there was something so soothing about that Saturday morning routine. You woke up, fixed a bowl of cereal, and stayed in your PJ’s until noon…every. single. Saturday.

Things are stressful for kids today. There’s more homework, more competition, more pressure…

If you can’t use a mouse or an iPad in kindergarten, you’re behind.

My daughter read 200 books this year…in the first grade. And that wasn’t even the most in her class, let alone her grade.

I mean, they deal with things today I couldn’t have imaged as a kid, and they grow up too fast.

So, let’s give Saturdays back to kids. Let’s give them a chance to take a break and be eight years old for five minutes.

Let’s let them chill on the couch and catch their breath.

Let’s let them stay in their PJ’s until noon.

They deserve it.

And while we’re at it, let’s join them.

Big kids need a break too.

Stephen

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  • Kelly Pace Cecil

    I remember getting bored and building forts and playing cowboys and indians. I remember playing hide and seek and flashlight tag at night. I remember staying outside until we were called in. I also remember reading a stack of books because “kids’ shows” ONLY came on on Saturday mornings so the only entertainment left for the rest of week was…books! I would return those books EVERY week for a new stack at the library. I didn’t step foot in a bookstore until I was a teenager! I remember having picnics with the few neighbors we had and making up theatrical productions (which we actually charged our parents to see AND they had to hold the flashlight). I can also remember putting on lip syncing concerts. NONE of these activities were planned on a calendar. They were all kid-directed and were born out of boredom. When your kids say they’re bored, that’s a good thing! That’s when the magic’s about to happen. I remember only being allowed to participate in ONE extracurricular activity per season. I would do dance or swimming lessons or baton twirling, but NEVER all three at the same time! I remember when sports had a season that began and ENDED. Ahhh…the memories. Let’s give the kids back their Saturdays AND their childhoods!

  • Kelly Pace Cecil

    Oh! And I also remember when I was in an argument with my brothers we were simply told to “take it outside.” No family meeting necessary. Conflict resolution at its best. 😉

    • Thanks for the comments, Kelly. “Take it outside.” I’m going to use that one!

  • Bob Maistros

    I agree with Kelly: Unorganized, outdoors play. Pick-up games in baseball, football and basketball. Going to the lake (not the pool) and spending all day swimming, jumping off the high dive, playing games. Just hitting fungos and fantasizing I was a major leaguer hitting homers, even though I could barely hit a softball pitched underhand in real life. Kicking footballs off my kicking tee for an hour at a time. And oh yeah: chores. PS we also watched a lot of cartoons on Saturday morning. And Sunday morning was wall-to-wall religious shows, including Davey and Goliath. Of course, when I was younger, almost all the stores (except the local convenience store) were closed on Sundays. That was family time at the grandparents.

    • Thanks for sharing, Bob. I can’t tell you how many home runs to win the World Series I hit in my back yard….I was clutch!