How the Wiggles
helped Diabetic Mommy
by Elizabeth "BJ" Woolley (02-12-2003)
(Bubba
keeping the beat)
If you have a toddler
like me, you might find it near impossible to find time to exercise.
I know, I know, you CAN chase the little one around the park or
go on the play gym with them, but that might not be a reliable
way of getting your heart rate up - plus I live in the desert
and sometimes days are way too hot for a brisk walk. Being a diabetic
mommy, it is important that I give my cardiovascular system a
nice reason to work harder once in a while.
I tried using my old
exercise videos, but had to stop when my son stood before me with
his Monsters, Inc. tape in his hand, demanding I put that on the
television instead. I did try to work around him, but it became
harder and harder to concentrate while he screamed, turned bright
red, seemed to stop breathing, and flung himself down on the floor
seventeen different ways for a good half hour until he fell asleep.
My stress level was through the roof. I nixed that plan.
Next, I tried exercising
while he watched a movie. Most of the time Bubba watches a movie
for a couple minutes, and then loses interest. He then looks to
me to play with him. This day was no different. I was laying on
the floor on my back, lifting dumbbells up and down. Bubba came
over and tried to pull me up. I continued to exercise. He climbed
up on my stomach and rammed his butt into my belly. I pulled up
my knees to deny him access. Next, he came over and tried to sit
on my face. I simply turned my head sideways so I could still
draw in life-giving air. Finally, he came up with a foolproof
plan. He got on all fours, made all indications he was trying
to kiss me, and bit my nose. Ok, bratty behavior aside, he was
telling me he wanted my attention.
The next night, I pondered
my problem. I didn't necessarily need a rigid program, I just
needed an opportunity to get moving that could be fit within a
definite timeframe and needed to be something that was entertaining
enough for Bubba to have fun participating with me while not being
so simple or inane that I would feel my sanity slipping away day
by day.
I remembered an advertisement
on one of his Barney tapes for another tape that had four guys
in different colored shirts who did simple little dances and movements
to catchy songs. I wondered if Bubba would like them and if I
would be able to tolerate them over time.
The next day I headed
to our local big box toy store, and found the tapes. They were
a little group called the Wiggles that I knew nothing about. It
happened to be the holiday season, so I bought the tapes "Wiggly
Wiggly Christmas" and "Yummy Yummy." I headed home
immediately to see what would happen.
I first sat and watched
the tapes with Bubba. I pointed out all the different characters
and different items Bubba knew the names of (lights, dog, dinosaur,
etc.). He actually sat still and watched the whole tape, seemingly
mesmerized. I initially felt bad. Was I intentionally hooking
my child on television? The next day he brought me one of the
tapes and asked me in his own little way to put it on (grunting
while pointing at the TV). He watched it. Then he wanted to watch
it again. Later that day he wanted to watch it once more. I thought
I created a couch potato and considered giving the tapes away
then
something amazing started to happen. Bubba started to stomp his
foot and try to keep time with the music. It was an exaggerated
high step then hard stomp on the floor. He was totally offbeat.
Stomp
stomp, stomp
.stomp
.stomp, stomp, stomp,
etc. However, he was learning. I could see the smoke coming out
of his ears. It was a definite camcorder moment.
Eventually he began
to keep time pretty well and he was copying the hand movements,
then the feet. Pretty soon he was getting to know the general
movements to a whole song. He could even do them on his own without
the tape if I sang the song to him.
All the while, I was
getting pretty good exercise. These tapes are not intended to
be a workout program, and they do not follow a warm-up, exercise,
and cool down format. There are also little skits or times when
there is no singing or dancing. In addition, I could not even
dream of hopping and jumping about like Jeff, Anthony, Murray,
and Greg. Yes, I know all their names now - real and fictional,
as well as the other characters that pop up on the tapes. I simply
moved, danced, and had fun. I never did anything that was uncomfortable
or hurt. I did not try to get the moves down exactly. If they
guys jumped, I spun around and wiggled my hips. If they hopped,
I just marched in place. It was not an exact science, I just moved
and got my heart rate up, making sure I did not overdo it. All
the while my laughing muscles got a workout too because Bubba
was goofing off right along with me, being silly and being highly
entertained by mama trying to act like a Wiggle. I did see some
progress. At first I got winded after just one song. After a bit,
I was able to dance through the entire tape.
As for my fear I was
raising a couch potato, that is history now. Bubba interacts with
the programs and moves about. I can see his imagination being
stimulated. I am seeing him interact with a program the way I
did when I was little.
I am a child of the
70's/80's. I feel I grew up in one of the most awesome times ever.
The shows aimed at children in those days were the kind of shows
that sparked imagination and action. I tore up the neighborhood
with my bionic legs. I wore tin foil around my head when I acted
out adventures with my pal Shazam. Whenever I watched Star Trek
episode, I could not WAIT until I could go and add more gadgets
to my cardboard bridge down in the basement. My arms got great
exercise deflecting bullets with my gold bracelets when I fancied
myself to be Wonder Woman. I ran for my life from Grumpy that
mean old dinosaur from the Land of the Lost and tried to escape
from Witchie Poo's grasp (HR Puffnstuff). I ran, I jumped, I dodged,
and I rolled. I believed I could jump as high as the bionic woman
and save the world like the Super Friends. I played all damn day
sometimes and would go to bed absolutely exhausted.
The majority of children's
shows I see today are ones that encourage the child to be sitting
under a blankie with a snack. There is not much room for imagination
because the shows are not inspiring or silly enough for kids to
want to act them out. This is not the case with the Wiggles. Bubba
just needs to hear the opening music, and he's up and dancing.
He has not gotten to where he can sing the songs yet, but I see
him showing the dances to his play animals. He also pretends to
cook or chop veggies like they do on the tapes. He even squawks
and acts insane like Captain Feathersword (a regular Wiggles character).
I think this can explain
the phenomenon where many of the parents are also avid Wiggles
fans. The programs are reminiscent of something we dearly miss
and long to be able to give to our children. So, go ahead, if
you get a chance and check these guys out. Enjoy seeing your little
one learn and act silly - and experience the benefits yourself!
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