I LOVED MR ROGERS. My parents started me on PBS when I was little, and I watched Mr. Rogers until I had my own children. He was so nice. His voice was so soothing. And his lessons were lifeskills. Mr. Rogers taught you how to be decent. He allowed me to have emotions. And he showed us how to deal with conflicts. Your essay reminds me so much of my youngest son. He was so sensitive…it took me a minute as a mother to figure out he was different, but in a special way.
I had to do a lot of protecting him, but through time, his reputation preceded him. People began to know his as a nice guy. A good man. A kind person. A sensitive man. A respectful guy. Mr. Rogers taught me, and my children also watched Mr. Rogers during their childhoods. They don’t make television like that anymore.
A sensitive man is a special kind of man. One that we don’t give enough credit to. Mr. Rogers was decent. He was human. He is the epitome of love. I can’t give enough credit to that era of public television. If we had that today instead of cell phones, I wonder what would children of this era be like?
Mr. Rogers raised a lot of good children, and developed many sensitive young me. And they all should be proud. This helps me to understand your writing style now. I appreciate your work (when medium puts you in news feed even though I follow you). This is a much needed conversation.