Child Aylan Kurdi asleep
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We often listen to the radio in the car (6 music preferably, when I’m not taking David Bowie or Spiderman theme tune requests). When the news comes on I sometimes consider turning it down, because I know that it will inevitably contain something tragic or harrowing. But I don’t – I usually turn it up.

Bill, being only two, typically doesn’t engage with radio news and if he does he will pick out a key word; “bomb” or “fire” or “robot”. And then he usually starts talking about Spiderman saving the day, or asks for a snack. Frank, however, who has just turned five, will get really interested. We recently listened to breaking news on our way to the park about a bomb in Kabul airport. He wanted to know everything; how many dead? Why did they bomb the airport? Who did? Where is Kabul? I did my best to explain the complexities and tragedies of Afghanistan, debilitated of course by my own ignorance and wariness of telling him anything too sad or horrific. Eventually it led to me informing him that some people believe girls shouldn’t go to school. He balked – “that’s so crazy, the smartest in my class are girls!” I love these chats, although often just as I’m getting engrossed in our conversation he’ll spot a cat on a roof or want to talk about his latest Minecraft creation instead.

Once we were listening to the radio on the way to swimming and the newsreader mentioned that some billionaires were spending incredible amounts on space rockets. I asked him; “If you had all the money in the world, would you build a space rocket or would you feed children who don’t have enough food to fill their tummies?” He paused and said – “I’d buy a mansion with lots of toys and a soft play” and I thought – OK fair, he is a kid after all – and then he added, “and I’d invite all the children to live with me and I’d be their Dada and they’d have food and a soft play and sweets all the time”. Which is adorable. Although it later transpired that I would end up babysitting these countless orphans, which I wasn’t sure about. The great thing about news exposure is that it gives us a chance to discuss something other than day to day life, and I sometimes get a wonderful insight into his mind. I also like that the news can open their minds, just a tad, to the enormity of the world and all the different experiences it holds. I hope that learning about natural disasters might inspire compassion. Climate change warnings may encourage them to be environmentally conscious as they grow up. News about famine might make them more thankful for the tea I’ve made them, despite it not being “their favourite” and not having any chips for once.

Of course, as with every aspect of parenting, this all depends on the child. Frank is curious, and pretty robust against anything squeamish or tragic; he loves Horrible Histories and Greek myths, and stories of sword wounds, beheadings, and orphans don’t seem to significantly affect him. He does have empathy in the moment, but typically we’ll be talking about something that he classifies correctly as “really sad” and then five minutes later he’s chasing a squirrel in the woods, or scooting merrily into the playground. Other kids wouldn’t be able to shake it off so fast, and perhaps this will change as he gets older. Scaring them is not the goal; it’s about carefully introducing information about what is happening in the world without giving them nightmares. This is why radio is good I think, or print – visual news is often much more emotive for him and I rarely have the TV news on around the kids. There are images that you can’t erase once you’ve seen them.

It struck me when writing this that perhaps it’s me who needs to be aware of how much news I can handle. Certainly it stays with me a lot longer than it does for Frank, and so it should, but sometimes I need to step away from news updates for my own sanity. Since the news is always in my palm (on my phone) it’s easy to become overwhelmed. And since I became a parent the news hits me even harder. I think about Alan Kurdi, washed up on that Turkish beach, all the time. Every day. Partly, I think, because I have children the same size as him. Images of Afghan parents desperately handing babies over barbed wire fences made me distraught. When I heard about five year old Afghan refugee Mohammed Munib Majeedi falling out of the window in Sheffield, I couldn’t sleep. As news of Grenfell Tower poured in, I kept watching with horror, until I really needed to step away, but I didn’t. On some level I think we shouldn’t look away – but also the sheer volume of horror does necessitate a break.

Frank can listen and engage with news stories without getting too upset because he is a child, and because of this simple fact, he doesn’t carry it with him for long. He’s happy and in a stable home, and every day I feel grateful that he’s never had to worry about hunger or neglect, or having to leave his home in the middle of the night. That’s why he can listen to news updates and ask questions and then sleep soundly at night with his Ghostbusters duvet and Gro-clock night light. For now, that is everything – and when I struggle to sleep I often think of my boys in their beds, safe, and I find I can drift off.

2 thought on “How much should we shield our children from the news?”
  1. Amazing piece. The conversations you mention I find myself in as well (although a bit different being in the US). In an attempt to be fair, it forces me to reexamine many of the assumptions I didn’t know I had through the eyes of the innocent. Thanks for bringing up this topic and starting what I hope are the conversations that children need for the world they will be growing up in.

  2. I really loved this piece. It brought back to me many conversations with my own son as he was growing up. It’s always difficult to know how much reality a child can take. But in my experience they are often far better at coping than adults provided their questions are answered honestly. Unlike adults children see through lies and evasions easily. I suspect your boys will grow up with a really balanced view of the World. That seems to me like good parenting.

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