Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? SPONGE BOB SQUARE PANTS!
A few weeks ago, I was hearing that theme song every day, more than once a day. And I was also hearing little voices chanting “Sponge Bob! Sponge Bob! Sponge Bob!” Actually, they were chanting “Stthpongthe BA! Stthpongthe BA!” Which was pretty adorable.
We took in two short-term foster placements, a 1-year-old and a 2-year-old. Yes, yes we are crazy. It was short-term and an emergency situation though so we wanted to help. Stells was great with it, she was like ‘these new toys are SO life-like!‘
But getting anything done with three kids under 3? When two of those kids have been uprooted and placed in a strange home and are basically freaking out? Yeah, it’s impossible. So to try and cook dinner we put on an educational dvd, a baby sign language episode.
They watched it for like thirty seconds and then they were back to throwing things, climbing things, crying, fighting, etc. We tried Sesame street, Reading Rainbow, Mr. Rogers.
And then I heard one of them chanting something. I thought it was just something unintelligible, gibberish. But I kept hearing it, and it clicked, the younger one was staring at the TV and chanting “Sttponngth BA!”
No. No, absolutely not. Sponge Bob is a horrible show, no educational value, inappropriate subjects for young children, and it is just annoying to watch. But then I caved. We had to cook dinner, the house was wrecked, I needed to do laundry and cleaning and I just needed silence from the constant screaming and yelling of two very rambunctious toddlers.
And oh my god, why is the younger one naked all of a sudden?!
Sigh. So Sponge Bob put them into a catatonic state which gave us 30 minutes to get dinner and other things done.
What I constantly have to remind myself is that foster children have been completely uprooted, from an already bad situation, and placed with strangers, us. They are traumatized. They don’t know us, they have new beds, new clothes, new food, and they are scared. So while I may not like Sponge Bob, or other things like junk food for kids, those things are part of their “normal.” And if I can provide them with a small sense of similarity from their old home, like watching a favorite TV-show or a favorite food that isn’t exactly healthy, then that’s ok. That gives them something to hold onto in an otherwise very scary situation.
So Sponge Bob it is.