I was flipping through the channels when I saw it.
I gasped and started laughing.
Teletubbies was back?
Then, I had this thought:
Oh, those poor parents.
You see, I remembered that back in the late 1990s and early 200s, Tinky Winky, Dipsy, La La and Po burst onto the scene and captured the hearts of America’s children.
They also captured the ire of pop culture enthusiasts, political commentators, and parents.
The Teletubbies ARE weird after all.
Jerry Falwelll ignited a firestorm when he called the purse-carrying Tinky Winky gay and seemed to insinuate that if you let your kids watch Teletubbies, they might become gay, too.
Remember, Millennial moms and dads, this was before social media and smart phones. All we had was cable TV and the internet. Heck, I don’t think anyone was even blogging yet.
My son, born in 2003, was an active baby. I still remember the day I matched all his traits to the description of “active” baby in the What to Expect book. It meant he slept very little, but might turn out to be bright from all the stimulation he sought. I clung to that future promise as I stumbled my sleep-deprived self through each day.
But, then, one day when he was toddler, he stopped his incessant movement and stared at the Teletubbies on TV.
He was mesmerized.
Something about those nonsensical lumps of red, green, yellow and purple captivated him.
When my son watched Teletubbies, I got 15 minutes of freedom. 15 whole, lovely, God-given minutes.
It was a blessing. A gift.
I could sit down. I could clean up. I could go to the bathroom.
My husband worried that the Teletubbies were psychedelic, and that letting our toddler watch them was equivalent to giving him drugs. Or the fact that the show was just plain weird and we would raise a weird kid.
Maybe, Millennial Moms and Dads, you have these thoughts, too.
But the Teletubbies did not ruin our son. Rather, they saved me in those dark, monotonous, exhausting moments of motherhood when you just need a break.
The Teletubbies gave me 15 minutes.
They gave me a break.
And to them I say, “Big hug.”