“Mr. Wooogers is Ooooon!”
When I heard my mom say these words, my 3-year-old self would drop everything and run to the living room to plop myself in front of the TV. Looking back some 25 years later, I realized two things. One, my mom was kind of making fun of my inability to pronounce the R in Roger’s. You see why I was worried about naming my child Aurora. Two, I’m kind of bummed I wont’ be able to say the same thing to Avery.
Mr. Rogers is one of my all-time heroes. His ability to engage children in a show that teaches them compassion for themselves and others, how to love and respect one another, and how to honor their feelings surpasses any other children’s production by far. If you haven’t seen this video, you should take a moment to do so right now.
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