Tales From A Twin Mom:
Goodbye Saturday Morning Cartoons
I’m heart broken. Last night, as I watched my late night show, I overheard that what was once the highlight of my week as a child no longer exists. That’s right-no more Saturday morning cartoons. I sat there and couldn’t help but feel saddened. I lived for Saturday morning cartoons! I would race to the TV before my little sister could make a run for it. I made her watch back to to back cartoons. Her payback? I watched Pee Wee Herman until I was blue in the face. It was our treat for giving it our all during the week. We didn’t have the luxury of watching cartoons anytime during the week, or having our parents DVR every episode that was created. If your favorite cartoon was a repeat, you would still watch it. No fast forwarding. No fussing. It was simple. I think I’m most upset about the end of this era because it represents that “they” have one- those that need instant gratification.
Listen, I’m not saying I’m not happy that I can put a cartoon on now and then when my kids are going nuts, but there was just something about the anticipation of Saturday mornings. The peace and quiet of knowing that we were the only ones up in the house and had total control. The adults knew better than to even suggest we turn the TV to another channel. This was our time. The laughter that filled our living room as we munched on crappy cereal with an exaggerated amount of marshmallows was just-well it was home. It was a slower starting weekend in a less hectic world. It was hiding under blankets and watching those shows like the Superfriends, Richie Rich, The Jetsons, and anything else that stands out in your head from those days. If you were lucky, the morning went off without a hitch (a loud noise or a crying sibling that wakes mom or dad from their peaceful weekend morning slumber). You knew exactly what you wanted for the holidays because the commercials would be on continuously. You learned every single jingle- “Ho Ho Ho- Green Giant” and you sang them around the house as if they were part of Casey Kasem’s Top 40.
To coin an appropriate phrase from the movie The Shawshank Redemption, the world went and got itself in a great big hurry. Show me a parent these days that isn’t leaning out of bed at the first sound of a child going downstairs and checking their smartphone, turning on the news or jumping up to attend a lesson, a practice, a workout, or even to score an early advantage at the supermarket. No one sleeps in these days-there is just too much to get done.
Saturday mornings, you will be missed. Missed by the generation of now adults that took the time out to watch television when it was on. Missed by me-the mom who even though you remain a favorite childhood memory, never really watched Saturday morning cartoons with her own children because there just wasn’t time for it. If I could do it all again I would take the blankets downstairs early in the morning, and show my kids what it’s all about. Maybe we can all use this memory as a reminder to slow things down once in a while.