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The animated series “Sheriff Callie’s Wild West,” the first western for preschoolers (age 2-7) stars Mandy Moore (Disney’s “Tangled”) as the voice of Callie, a kitty cat sheriff who, along with her deputy woodpecker Peck and fun-loving cactus sidekick Toby, watch over the frontier town of Nice and Friendly Corners, ensuring that it remains the friendliest town in the West. (DISNEY JUNIOR) 
TOBY, CALLIE, PECK
The animated series “Sheriff Callie’s Wild West,” the first western for preschoolers (age 2-7) stars Mandy Moore (Disney’s “Tangled”) as the voice of Callie, a kitty cat sheriff who, along with her deputy woodpecker Peck and fun-loving cactus sidekick Toby, watch over the frontier town of Nice and Friendly Corners, ensuring that it remains the friendliest town in the West. (DISNEY JUNIOR) TOBY, CALLIE, PECK

ParentsNovember 16, 2017

Ode to the Sheriff: Remembering the beauty of Sheriff Callie’s Wild West

The animated series “Sheriff Callie’s Wild West,” the first western for preschoolers (age 2-7) stars Mandy Moore (Disney’s “Tangled”) as the voice of Callie, a kitty cat sheriff who, along with her deputy woodpecker Peck and fun-loving cactus sidekick Toby, watch over the frontier town of Nice and Friendly Corners, ensuring that it remains the friendliest town in the West. (DISNEY JUNIOR) 
TOBY, CALLIE, PECK
The animated series “Sheriff Callie’s Wild West,” the first western for preschoolers (age 2-7) stars Mandy Moore (Disney’s “Tangled”) as the voice of Callie, a kitty cat sheriff who, along with her deputy woodpecker Peck and fun-loving cactus sidekick Toby, watch over the frontier town of Nice and Friendly Corners, ensuring that it remains the friendliest town in the West. (DISNEY JUNIOR) TOBY, CALLIE, PECK

Mum of two Wendy Black pays tribute to the beauty of a kid’s TV show featuring a pink hatted cat sheriff, a cactus friend, a blue horse, and a woodpecker.

Never has there been a more appropriate time to use the Sad Cat Face Emoji. I just found out that my favourite kid’s TV programme Sheriff Callie’s Wild West has been cancelled. Not even recently cancelled. It was decided last year apparently. Now and forever it will sit in the hallowed halls of Wikipedia at a mere two seasons. Such a crime!

So why do I like this programme so much? Sorry, I mean, why do I like it for my kids? Well….

The animated series “Sheriff Callie’s Wild West” Toby, Callie, and Peck.

First of all, the main character is a little girl cat and she’s the sheriff of her Wild West town. ME-OW! As the mother of a nearly three-year-old girl, I love that she has a strong woman role model in a cartoon to watch. My daughter possesses many traits which will serve her very well in her teenage years and beyond. She’s defiant, she’s strong-willed and she will take no crap from anyone. Which is, of course, is an absolute delight to parent! An absolute d-e-l-i-g-h-t. I’m pleased I found a character like Sheriff Callie to help show her that you can stand up for yourself – and be kind and caring whilst doing so.

For those unfamiliar with this programme, and I’m guessing that is many judging by the amount of reduced merch at Toy World and the fact that it got cancelled…Here’s a a quick synopsis:

Sheriff Callie is a cat and as her name suggests, she is the sheriff in her town of Nice and Friendly Corners. Her only magical power is her special Noodle Lasso which can morph into very helpful weight bearing shapes that help the locals out of whatever pickle they have found themselves in. Her trusty steed is a blue horse named Sparky who has a fabulous glittery mane and tail. The other main characters are Deputy Peck, a lively red Woodpecker, and his best pal Toby, a green cactus. The townsfolk are made up of other animals such as Uncle Bun (rabbit), Tio (tortoise), Ella (cow) and more. Sheriff Callie spends her time sorting out any disharmony between the townsfolk and rounding up bandits. There is always a lesson or an underlying moral revealed during the episode.

I never expected to be a fan. I am not typically into country and western music or Wild West themes despite my husband forcing me to listen to something called Brooks & Dunn.

It’s no secret that meeting him saved me from a potential Crazy Cat Lady future. The week we met, I may or may not have been knitting a blanket for the cat of my BFF. Needless to say, I am a Cat Person. It has always irked me that the cat is often the accomplice of the ‘baddie’ in popular culture. For example, Gargamel has Azriel and Dr Evil has Mr Bigglesworth. So, for me, as a cat fan, I love that Sheriff Callie is a hero. She is also a calico cat (from the tortoiseshell family), which I can tell you from my previous incarnation as a veterinary nurse means she has cattitude up the wazoo.

But I don’t just love Sheriff Callie. Toby is a happy little cactus who loves dancing and drinking milkshakes. His best episode has to be the one where he wears a very large fake moustache to make himself look more rough and tough. Only the moustache is so big that it causes disruption wherever he goes. His song ‘My Moustache and Me’ is a classic.

Another episode I enjoyed was when Peck got frustrated with Toby for dropping popcorn on the jailhouse floor as he was busy sweeping. In his frustration, he called Toby a pinecone. Gasp! This involved Sheriff Callie helping Peck see that words, especially said in anger, can hurt others.  I have been known to mutter much worse than flaming Pinecone when my son starts planking in his car seat.

I was raving on to my friend one day about my love for Sheriff Callie when she stopped me dead with ‘Ugh, I can’t stand Peck’. Now I totally get this, he is a very annoying character. He likes to feel important and to uphold the law with his catchphrase ‘…on account of I’m the Deputy’. I’ve decided that maybe Deputy Peck is an example to children of how, just like Sheriff Callie, you can be stuck with annoying colleagues at times in life. These Pecks of the world, they might have a good heart and good intentions but they’re just a bit socially challenged and giving them a taste of power is a recipe for disaster. They’re the type of people who stimulate an involuntary rolling of the eyes in most other humans. Peck reminds me a lot of a man I worked with in a bar in Ireland. Let’s call him Mick. He’d been working there for approximately 150 years. He always rostered himself on day shifts ‘on account of I’m the bar manager’. He tried to tell me off when I sold the bra I was wearing to a visiting stag party. As the saying goes, if you don’t know who the annoying Peck is in your workplace, then there’s every chance it’s you.

But wait! I haven’t mentioned the music. There is always a great song somewhere in the episode. Sheriff Callie herself is voiced by Mandy Moore. And Mandy isn’t the only voice adding street cred to this masterpiece of children’s programming either. There have been guest appearances by Chris Izaak, Henry Rollins and Iggy Pop. Flea from Red Hot Chili Peppers voiced a milk bandit. Never has the line ‘This is a milk raid! Gimme all your milk!’ sounded so gravelly and so cool.

Wendy’s daughter and her Callie collection.

I grew up in the ’80s when a Girls Can Do Anything campaign had a huge effect on me. I didn’t necessarily want to be a fighter pilot but if I had, I knew I could do it – because I was a girl and girls can do anything.

There’s no doubt we have made a lot of progress since then but this sentiment still feels like it needs to be reiterated to our girls. I want my daughter to know that whatever she would like to achieve, she can make it happen. Obviously the same will be implied to my son. If either of them want to be police officers wearing pink cowboy hats, we will be proud. Sheriff Callie would be proud.

As my son gets older I want him to expect to see girls as his equals and question those who do not. The fact that he is growing up under the reign of his lasso wielding sister means he will have little to no option other than to accept women as his superior. He might try to sit on them and fart but we’ll see how far that gets him.

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ParentsNovember 15, 2017

Emily Writes: The first day of school

Emily and Eddie five years ago
Emily and Eddie five years ago

Spinoff Parents editor Emily Writes on her son’s first day of school.

I’m breaking my rule of not writing about mothering without letting my thoughts sit for a while. It’s a thing I try to do, a luxury for a blogger slash internet writer type person. Most people in I don’t know what to call it “online media” don’t get much time to think things through – deadlines and all that. Being first. Luckily, nobody is desperately waiting for my hot takes on the inanity of my life.

So usually I wait and let things percolate. I don’t want to embarrass my kids, I want to make sure the story I’m telling is mine to tell – important stuff when you write about your whānau for a little corner of the world to see. But not today. So if you’re wanting much coherence maybe stop reading now. But I figured it was useful to share the raw feelings now since I’m sure we will be feeling differently in a week or maybe even days. That’s parenting. And I suppose there’s always the edit function, just don’t tell my editor.

Today was the big day. The first day of school. I couldn’t sleep last night. I was excited for him. But also terrified. But really, mainly excited. He’s been ready for this day. His “Big Tomorrow”. We didn’t rush into it, wanting to wait until he was ready-ready. My neurosis was probably behind that which I hope he’ll forgive me for.

If I ever have to explain these things to my first born child, maybe when he’s holding his first born child, what will I say? Can you ever explain it? This weight?

Will I tell him that I feel a physical pull toward him always? That the depth of love you have for your child is so extraordinary it steals you from yourself? How can I explain to him that there are moments where you think it’s literally impossible to love your child more but then they turn and look at you a year or more from then and you can’t breathe all over.

How do I tell him birth is just one of a thousand beginnings? That the agony of labour is so physical but then rushing from the classroom door on their first day of school so they don’t see your tears is some other kind of deep pain. For me at least – just as raw, just as frightening, just as unfathomable?

I had planned the morning, of course I had. He would excitedly wave us off, my husband and I would celebrate, hi-five each other for a job well done, and then I’d go off to work. The best laid plans and all that, because instead I caught a vicious vomiting bug days before. The joy of children (I never had gastro before I had kids). Though I’d finally stopped puking a day before, I hadn’t eaten properly yet. I was weak and feeling pretty vulnerable. And when he whispered “stay” and called me Dear Mama even though he hasn’t called me that for so long, of course I did.

He was overwhelmed – a mother knows, can see it in that furrowed brow, the flushed cheeks, the hands that won’t stop moving. He looked so confused by it all. I know he’d been to school in his mind so many times and this wasn’t how it was there. And so he retreated back to his father and I. Small again.

And this I suppose is the mundane hard stuff of parenting – that you must somehow encourage your heart out of your body to beat on its own. The pain of that separation, even as symbolic as it sometimes feels, cuts deep. I remember once hearing that sacrifice must hurt, that it must empty you to be real. And I didn’t grasp it. But today as I walked away from his school with my heart inside those classroom walls, I felt so hollow.

This is the goal. Every step they take into the world we walk with them until they can walk on their own. What was once described by another mother as “the highest and hardest sacrifice of motherhood – to encourage the one we love above all else to be happy and confident without us, and all of this as every day we love them more.”

I’d imagined I’d leave proud and happy and I was struck by my fear as I said to one of the teachers “Please, look after my baby” my tears threatening to overflow. The only advice that kept being repeated to me ahead of today – “Don’t cry in front of them!” – churned in my head  I was shocked and quite horrified by the intensity of the grief I felt.

I mean it’s only school right? I will see him in literally hours. The day is barely longer than kindy. Shorter than a work day. And as my husband said: “This is not something to be upset about, it’s literally what is meant to happen. They are meant to grow up.”

Yes. Yes, I know.

I can’t explain that I’m not upset in that way. I am not sad. I am everything. A thousand screaming neurons on fire. I’m sending my heart into the world and I have to rely on everyone else to protect this heart. I have to protect this heart.

And then I saw, a mother in her car, crying too. First day of kindy? First day of school? On her way to a specialist appointment? Carrying a new life? Just overwhelmed? I don’t know her story. But I knew her heart was somewhere.

I know that there are tiny hearts outside of the bodies of their mothers. And we are holding them, and holding them, and hoping that our little hearts grow big and strong. These hearts of ours that must live outside of us.

All these little hearts.

Emily Writes is editor of The Spinoff Parents. Her book Rants in the Dark is out now. Buy it here. Follow her on Facebook here.

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