Dear Bluey- I’m Sorry I Was Wrong About You
I owe Bluey an apology. Bluey, I was wrong about you.
My 8 year old loves the show, and just like a lot of things my kids watch, I walk through the living room, hear a little bit of it, HATE IT, then walk away.
This is because My kids often have horrible taste in entertainment. They enjoy watching idiots yell at each other while playing Minecraft. They consider Youtubers who film themselves screaming in public places to be riveting content.
Most of what they watch is genuine crap.
Because of these poor entertainment choices, I assumed that anything my kids watch is probably garbage. Sadly, I passed judgment on Bluey before giving it a chance.
Turns out, Bluey is AWESOME.
It’s obvious the producers of the show have made BLUEY in a way that not only entertains the kids, but the parents as well.
For example, the show features subtle innuendos that only the parents in the room would be able to catch, which as any morning show host can tell you, is a lot harder than it looks.
It’s educational for children, but I would argue it’s far MORE educational for us parents.
Bluey’s parents are so good at playing pretend with their kids, that it first made me feel like crap. “Aw shut up dude you’re making us all look bad!” I’d say to myself.
But with a slight attitude adjustment, I realize that they have taught me how to play with my kids. I’m now aware of what kids expect from me when they say “let’s play restaurant” or “lets play hospital.
The downside is after your kids watch Bluey for a while, they will want to play pretend ALL. THE. TIME.
When I come home from work and want to relax, I walk by my daughter’s room which is already set up as an airport, and she’s a flight attendant waiting for me to hand her a "ticket" she made with a crayon on a piece of paper.
My first reaction is “I just want to relax and watch tv”. Then I remember that these moments won’t last forever, so I should savor these moments while I still can.
I didn't do this enough with my other kids when they were young, and I learned the hard way of just how fast time can slip away if you don't put down the phone and pay attention.
So I hand over my ticket, and board my flight with my favorite flight attendant ever.
So thank you Bluey, and I’m sorry I was wrong about you.