When I was pregnant with Samantha, I had all these ideas floating around my mind about how amazing parenting was going to be. I had visions of children in white dresses and neat ribbons in their hair, running through lush green meadows chasing bubbles and laughing. These children would fall, never crying and never dirtying their clothes. I had very Mayberry type dreams about the grand life of a parent.
Then she was born. And she didn’t sleep through the night and she didn’t like vegetables and she cried, sometimes for no reason. And I got some sense knocked into me and never, ever, dressed her in all white to go play outside.
One of the images I had in my mind that I’m having a hard time letting go is game night. I thought we’d all sit around on game night and play rousing games of Clue, Scrabble, and Monopoly.
Turns out those fun games are for older children than mine. They need to have certain skills to play games. Like, oh, reading, some basic math, that kind of thing. They also need to not be more interested in eating the pieces or flinging the cards around the room.
Right now, we’re at the Candyland stage. Also known as the mind numbingly boring stage. Colors and counting. That’s what we’re doing. And practicing moving our little figures around the board in the correct direction. We still haven’t learned that it’s a bad thing when you draw the little peanut person because you have to go back to the beginning. No, it’s a good thing, because you got one of the “fun” cards.
Sometimes, when I’m putting laundry away, I see my stash of games I collected before the girls were born, Scrabble, Monopoly, Clue, and I make Sean play with me. Two things about that. First, games are more fun with more than two people. Second, Sean is very competitive and I don’t like that vibe when I’m playing a game. I’m more a it’s for fun kind of person.
I had kind of given up on games until we went to Vegas and I learned I enjoy gambling a little. I had a lot of fun at the craps table where everyone is hoping for a good roll and generally bet with the roller. So if the roller does well, so does everyone else. I learned I just need to be playing with adults and more than one, or at least not my husband. Also, that I like winning money. So now all I have to do is wait until the girls are old enough to gamble, or maybe we’ll start putting some money down on Candyland to make it more exciting.
Do you play games with your children? What games do you like? Do you let your kids win?