Micah has found a new love for video games. Up until about a month ago (when we had a long visit from two video-game-expert uncles), Micah liked app games as much as the next little boy. But now we’ve entered into the Big Boy games. The real stuff. Like Mario Kart Double Dash and Monster Jam. It’s put Davy and me on our toes, trying to creatively dodge the constant barrage of “can we play games???” Finally, Davy suggested he start earning game time. Whew, what a brilliant plan!
But that’s not the point of this post.
The point is how something Micah said hit me hard in the gut.
We were playing Mario Kart (and by “we”, I mean I was playing and he was directing) yesterday. I confess, I am probably the worst video gamer ever. I cannot drive on the road to save my life, not even at 50cc. At the end of one of the races, we were in 6th place.
“I’m sorry, buddy. We’re in 6th place. Do you want me to try it again?”
“No thanks, Mommy,” he said. “I’m happy with what we got.”
Oh! He got me! Immediately it hit me on so many levels, not the least of which were, how often am I discontented with what I get? And when was the last time I was happy with something I did that was less than perfect but still totally fine? And why do I care so much about winning?
But that’s not the point either.
Where it really hit me was Micah’s perspective and how it contrasted my own. My view of game time has been to just get through it. Humor him for his allotted 20 minutes, and then we can be done and do something fun. Like read. But Micah, ever the relational one, doesn’t see it as simply a fun activity. It’s about doing it together. The teamwork, the interaction, the fun with each other. And being those cars afterward, together.
“No thanks, Mommy. I’m happy with what we got.”
I’ll be honest again when I say sometimes I just don’t like playing. There are so many things to do, and so many things are more fun than Legos or racing around in circles. But Micah so innocently reminded me yesterday that it’s not really about what we did. Or how we did it. It’s about the fact that we did it.
For all the efforts I put in trying to shape my little man’s perspectives, it’s a welcome change to let him shape mine. I’m going to try to remember more about relationship and memory building. For me the outward actions remain much the same, but my heart will be more present, and my contentedness will be a little sweeter.