Last night, we wound up after what was a very long day for all of us.
I sat with the kids, listening to their friendly sibling banter, my mind focused on my ‘Things to do list’. Only a few things they said actually registered with me.
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One word, ‘birthday’, made me look up and pay attention. The conversation went something like this.
Son: My birthday’s coming up in a month.
Teen daughter: Wow, yes. What are you planning?
Son: I think I am too old for b’day parties. I will, maybe, have a few friends over.
Teen daughter: Why don’t you want a party? You did the same thing for Halloween. You did not want to go trick or treating.
Son: What’s wrong with that?
Teen daughter: You are growing up too soon..you need to enjoy these things at your age.
(I think, “Wow, my daughter is really giving good advice)
Teen daughter: Just remember, if you give up all these things too soon….and then expect to eat all my Halloween candies, that I gather after hours of planning and make-up, think twice. NO WAY will you get them.
Hmmmm……! So that’s what it was all about…I go back to planning my schedule with a smile on my face.
The kids are super excited that their father and I have joined them for a game of Ludo. We are a little rusty but quickly reacquaint.
There’s a huge difference, we are playing Ludo digitally on the tablet. We get started…the first thing that hits me is that there is no dice to roll, the application does all the hard work. Cleverly positioning the dice on the board, while appearing to roll it, is no longer possible. No scrambling on all fours to look for the dice that has rolled under the sofa.
The kids are very enthusiastic….razor sharp observers..every move is planned and executed. Maybe it is age; or maybe it is a dulling of the competitive streak within me, but I am very passive in my play.
However, the children more than make up for it. They boo, they clench their fists, wish the worst for their sibling, cross their fingers & toes ….all wishing for that magical 6 or 4 or 1 that they want.
My shoulders silently shake in mirth. I can picture this scene 30 years ago, as my sisters and I bayed for each others’ blood, even for these simple board games. My daughter catches me laughing…her irritation peaks.
My son has assumed two Avatars for this game, the first is that of an aggressor…out to vanquish his sister; the second as a protector of his innocent mom, who he feels is so innocent as to require saving from the wily moves of the other players. He sacrifices a move to protect my coin, his sister smirks…’oh, how kind you are’! My son holds my hand reassuringly and glares at her.
The game goes on…they swear that they will not speak to each other. The winner does a victory dance, the other heaps curses…business as usual. The house is silent..the children are not talking to each other.
The next day…they are at a loose end, ego is sacrificed as they sign a truce and the game starts again.