We are not a huge video gaming family. We own a WiiU and, as I’ve stated before, Sweetboy and Sweetman mostly enjoy making fun of me when I crash during my epic failed attempts at Mario Kart.
Once in a while, I do show my mad skillz by beating the pants off of everyone in Just Dance. Even the little one. I have no shame. Whoever is playing, I’m in it to win it.
I’m gracious and loving that way.
Anyhoo, as my sweet children were sitting at the kitchen table eating cinnamon rolls the other morning, I kept hearing “Where are you? I can’t see you! Oh, there you are!” being slung back and forth.
They were sitting one foot away from each other on side-by-side stools.
This intrigued me.
“Um, what are you guys doing?” I asked. It’s a mother’s job to get to the bottom of these things.
“Playing mime craft, of course.” Sweetgirl offered, in her most sassy tone.
“MINE craft!” Sweetboy corrected.
“Yeah, MINE craft!” Sweetgirl repeated.
Knowing nothing of this game, I asked for a little rundown on it.
What followed was one of those amazing conversations where you ask a simple question and get all sorts of extra information that you never wanted or needed. Or, had time for.
We really should have been getting ourselves dressed and ready to leave the house.
Instead, I got a Masters level explanation about Minecraft with an undergrad rendition of the social dynamics thrown in by the six-year-old.
And then, this question: “Do you want to play with us, Mommy?”
I’ve never actually witnessed time standing still, but I think I came pretty close in that moment.
I had a choice to make: carry on with preparations to leave the house to do Totally Unimportant Things, or stay and snuggle in and learn how to play a game that had my children giggling and interacting with each other.
It’s not even fair to call it a choice, really.
God saw fit to give me this quirky boy and sassy girl for a time. I want to make the most of it.
After playing this Minecraft for a good half hour, I can’t claim to really enjoy it, (it’s basically a form of virtual Legos and my brain just can’t seem to go there without wanting to pull 54 hairs out of my head). But, I can claim to enjoy the time I get to spend doing something my children love, with them.
Spending time that they asked me to spend with them!
That is a phenomena that I’m sure will go away sooner than later.
So, if you need me, I’ll be tucked into the couch in “Peaceful Mode”. Probably, with a kid on either side. Very probably, trying to figure out how to take away one of the fifteen ducks that keep getting added.
Peacefully, of course.