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Screen Time in the Meantime

I am constantly bombarded by reading and hearing about parents who feel guilt for letting their kids have too much screen time over the last few months. I am not talking about zoom learning and home school setups that involve your child being in front of a screen. I am referring specifically to the amount of time we let our toddlers and children watch youtube, Netflix and Disney+. While the #momguilt (okay, and #dadguilt) may feel real sometimes, it's no lie that screen time helps us all get through the day. However, I am constantly battling this cacophony back and forth in my own head that while it's giving me a slice of "time-off" to do other things while my kids watch TV, I am also feeling dumber every time I hear the theme song to Blue's Clues. Before the era of COVID, my kids were basically in daycare all day and screen time was limited to Sundays and sick days. We were cool with that; it served a purpose and didn't feel too overwhelming, guilt-provoking
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