Sherlock, PJ Masks e o dom de ser comum

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Two weeks ago, I went to visit the Doctor Who Experience, and that will be matter for another whole post. I’ve watched all the episodes til Series 9 and I am eagerly awaiting for Series 10.
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Taking the advice of some friends, I decided to start watching Sherlock while I wait. I thought about starting before, but it was going to be too much for my brain to deal with all the Timey Whimey stuff plus all the mysteries. I watched one of the Sherlock Holmes movies with Robert Downey Jr, and I always loved detective stories but can’t remember how much I’ve read about Sherlock Holmes before. My friends advised me that this Sherlock was completely different from any Holmes’ stuff I’ve ever experienced.

And it is.

This new series brings about how much of a genius Sherlock Holmes is, and how much of a jerk he can be for not caring about people’s feelings.

Meanwhile, my girls discovered a series called PJ Masks. For those who don’t have children, it’s about three kids who become super heroes that work into the night to save your day. Because as they sing, “bedtime is the right time to fight crime.” I have the habit of watching what my children watch so I know what is getting into their heads, and one of the villains got my attention.

He uses his own name, he goes around trying to dominate the world with his inventions. He says can do it because he is a genius.

You don’t need to watch PJ Masks or Sherlock to know that being super clever can be used either for good or for evil. But I didn’t know how my children would react to that idea. The first thing that happened is that in their role play, one of my girls decided to be the villain (she was mad about being Owlette before, nobody else could be her!) and I could hear repeatedly “because I… am a genius!” followed by an evil laugh during their play time. So being genius is attractive, she not only ditched the hero role, but was enjoying the idea of being better than others. But she got the other side of the genius that I didn’t want to see in my house: she started to despise her sisters (not only in the role play)

I let them roll with it for a few days, encouraged them to watch other things, not only PJ Masks. They did. We talked about villains, how selfish they were, they wanted to ruin everyone else’s game, party, world, whatever, for fun, or because they couldn’t have it for themselves. Or they just want to have it all for themselves, all the power, control over everything, just to show how clever they were.

They kept watching it, and playing, and swooping around the house with their pretend Owlette wings, but the “I… am a genius”.

One night, as I was putting them in bed, reading them a bedtime story, one of them said:

“Mommy, you read so well! Mommy is a genius!” to which the other agreed, because none of them can read yet. But I disagreed.

“Mommy is no genius, darling.” I said looking her into the eyes.

“So, you’re like…”

“Ordinary” the other finished.

“Yes, mommy is just ordinary. And you know what, there’s nothing wrong with being ordinary.”

“Yeah! Being ordinary is good too!”

And they slept on it.

And they woke up super heroes again the next day. I don’t think I heard the genius talk again. Not that I don’t think they’re clever or smart, but I’m happy that they’re not gonna grow up thinking that only super clever people are special, or maybe thinking that genius is only a quality that villains have, even though the heroes always outwit and defeat the villains (so they’re even more clever, in their teamwork.)

There’s something really special about being ordinary. But we only realize how

Doctor Watson knows all about it.

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