I received a judgmental e-mail from a mother in my daughterâ€™s school. Sometimes, even over e-mail, you can tell if someone is judging you, even in the smallest way. In this case, the motherâ€™s simple question was, â€śAre you allowing your daughter to watch horror movies?â€ť
My reaction was a mixture of, â€śDoes she really care?â€ť and â€śWhy the hell is she asking me this question?â€ť
I sent a reply, because I quite like this mother, with the simple word, â€śYes.â€ť She wrote back. Apparently my daughter has been going around the schoolyard at recess talking about demons and how they can take over your body to this motherâ€™s daughter. Apparently, this girl is not as brave as my daughter when it comes to these types of gory details. But, yes, I allow my daughter, aged nine, to watch horror movies.
In fact, a couple of weekends ago, she watched all FOUR Paranormal Activity movies with her stepsisters who are 11 and 13. I havenâ€™t seen the Paranormal Activity movies, because personally, I donâ€™t like horror movies. But why should that stop my daughter from watching them?
The mother wrote me again (!) asking, â€śDoesnâ€™t she get nightmares?â€ť Again, I had an immediate mixed reaction: â€śIs she asking because she cares?â€ť AND, â€śDoes she actually think Iâ€™d LET my daughter watch horror movies if she DID get nightmares?â€ť
Of course I couldnâ€™t write the latter back, because that would sound and be rude. But I did write back, â€śNo, she doesnâ€™t get nightmares. She loves that stuff.â€ť
It is true. My daughter loves to be scared. She loves roller coasters, getting up and singing on stage in front of hundreds of people, and she loves when I tell her horror stories — the type you would tell around an adult campfire.Â What can I say? My daughter is odd. But the best kind of odd, in my opinion. She loves magic, vampires, wizards, ghosts andâ€¦horror movies.
When I picked her up from school that day, after the e-mail exchange with her friendâ€™s mother, I asked my daughter if she has been talking about demons to her friends. â€śYes,â€ť she told me.
Now, I canâ€™t control what my daughter says during recess and I definitely canâ€™t help it if another girl is scared of horror movies, but I did tell my daughter, â€śGirl, can you please keep the demon taking over human bodies to yourself when you are at school?â€ť
My daughter answered, â€śSure.â€ť
End of story. Itâ€™s like how I explain swearing. You can swear in the house and in the car, but absolutely nowhere else. I say this not because she swears (she, in fact, hates swearing) but I sometimes swear in the house and car.
In any case, my daughter is mighty proud that she doesn’t get scared by any of the horror movies she watched. She finds them fascinating. And, like I said, I donâ€™t watch them with her, because mommy doesnâ€™t care for horror movies. Iâ€™m not scared. I just kind of find them a waste of time.
But I canâ€™t help but laugh that this mother sent me an e-mail asking if I was â€śallowingâ€ť my daughter to watch horror movies. I mean, whatâ€™s next? Am I going to get an e-mail asking if Iâ€™m â€śallowingâ€ť my daughter to stay up past nine? Or an e-mail asking if Iâ€™m â€śallowingâ€ť my daughter to eat sugar cereal for breakfast?
Maybe it is awful of me to think itâ€™s kind of funny that my daughter was going around telling people about demons. The truth is, I’d rather my daughter watch horror movies and talk about demons who can walk through walls and take over your body than have to listen to the other pre-teen movies about a girl having a crush on a boy just because heâ€™s hot.
Yes, I allow my daughter to watch horror movies. BOO!