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I have lost count of the number of times I’ve read moms on social media declare that they are banning their child from playing MineCraft because their child “likes it too much.”
Is your child still eating and sleeping? If the answer is yes, then they don’t like it TOO MUCH.
MineCraft isn’t the first thing to captivate children and confuse parents. Children have fallen head over heels in love with other games, cards, collectibles, dolls, books, clothing, tv shows, movies, music, celebrities and colors. Do you remember World of Warcraft, Pokemon, beanie babies, matchbox cars, Tamagotchie, Pound Puppies, My Little Pony, Barbie, Legos, Pogs, Atari, Lemon Twist, Silly Bands, Troll dolls, CB radio, Crazy Bones or arcades? Ask your parents about YOUR childhood obsessions. Even better, ask them about THEIRS.
Children are supposed to like things. It’s okay for children to become so infatuated with skating that they sleep in their skates. There’s nothing wrong with wearing their favorite shirt day after day. It’s a good thing when they must learn everything about their infatuation and create imaginary stories to fill in the gaps in their obsession’s mythology. Encourage them to read everything written by a favorite author. Listen to their detailed descriptions of the difference between this card and that card.
Liking something too much teaches children about time and money management. It teaches them about prioritizing things and people. It helps them learn who they are and what they really need. Liking too much teaches children about love.
Do you really want to teach your children that they shouldn’t like things too much?
SuperTween typed up a plan for the weekend. I have three thoughts on her plan:
1. She has no sense of time.
2. She seriously underestimates 7-y-o boys.
3. Knowing how grumpy she is after a sleep(less)over, two nights in a row of sleep(less)over is never going to happen.
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#1 Invite Al, H and Mrs.P inside – 3:00
#2 Greet them and show them around the house – 3:15
#3 Say goodbye to Mrs.P – 3:25
#4 Play in my bedroom – 3:45
#5 Crash the boys’ party – 4:00
#6 Set up mattresses – 4:10
#7 Watch television and play until dinner – 4:20
#8 Eat dinner – 4:45
#9 Brush teeth, get pajamas on and set up a movie – 5:00
#10 Watch movie – 5:30
#11 When boys are asleep, PARTY!! – 6:00
#12 Collapse – 9:00
#13 Wake up – 7:08
#14 Eat breakfast (non healthy stuff) – 7:15
#15 Make breakfast for friends and family – 7:42
#16 Home Depot Kids’ Workshop, FINALLY! – 8:00
#17 Play and rake leaves until Al’s mom gets here – 8:20
#18 Ask to play at her house – 8:25
#19 Ask to have a slumber party – 8:30
#20 If yes check below for stuff to bring
Fun stuff found in basement,
Art stuff,found in basement,
Females at the table:
“We spent forever assembling it and she took it apart in minutes.”
“He wants a $150. model that will end up a pile of pieces in the giant bucket of pieces he already owns.”
Every male at the table:
“They are Legos. You are SUPPOSED to take them apart.”
I like jigsaw puzzles. The only thing that prevents me from always having a puzzle in progress is my failure to convince Pomegranate to let me be a puzzle tester. Even with large gaps of time between puzzles, they are a familiar enough sight that visitors comment when there ISN’T a puzzle on the table. My family patiently tolerates the 1000s of tiny pieces on our kitchen table that I fidget with every time I attempt to walk past the table. I appease my table hogging guilt by doing ‘art themed‘ puzzles. In my vivid imagination, someday the children will see something in a museum that will catch their attention. They won’t remember the puzzle, but their brains will be at full attention and they will remember the actual work of art.
In actuality, my theory is about as effective as the idea that the children will learn the periodic table because it’s what they see every time they walk in the bathroom or that they will learn the planets because of the solar system ceiling in Professor Teen’s room.
We do it anyway.
After we put the new to us mattress set in our bedroom, I put our old mattress on the living room floor for a few days. I thought it would get put out for the garbage collectors after one of the ‘watch movies and play games until you collapse’ events that my children call sleepovers. Instead, it became the place to build with Legos, have army men battles, hold picnics for stuffed animals, play blanket design Twister (“right foot, Yoda’s head”) AND giggle until you fall asleep at night. Every day, there was a new kind of play on the mattress. It looked like such fun that I tried to join in on the happiness. I sat down on the mattress and watched to see how each child’s mind worked. Evan would flop his head on me as if I were his personal pillow and… I fell asleep. I could not sit on that mattress without dozing off and making drool designs on the pillows.
After every accidental nap, I threatened to put the mattress on the curb. The children plead for a stay of mattress execution and I reluctantly agree to one more day.
More than a week later, I now treat the mattress as though it were the lava that the children claim is the floor all around the mattress. I glare at the mattress. The children look at me with Keane painting eyes. The mattress cackles with evil.
Your time is running out evil nap trap. You and your evil time sucking sleep hypnosis are not going to win. You are going to the curb with all the other trash on Monday. Just to make sure that it happens, I am avoiding eye contact with the children, even when they are on the mattress, sticking their feet in each other’s face and laughing as they yell “smell my cooties!”
As we slowly renovate our aging house, we frequently find the discarded materials impossible to actually discard. The old and obscenely oversized mailbox was recently replaced by a copper-colored mailbox that coordinates with the new exterior house fixtures. The old mailbox sat on the lawn for less than a minute before the children were climbing and sitting on it. As I watched them play, it was glaringly obvious that the old mailbox would make a great seat for small people. In less time than it took to decide the mailbox should be saved, I decided it needed wheels. One can of spray paint and four casters later, we have a seat for playing video games, a solo riding toy, and a crawl inside to spin ride. One less item in the landfill is just a bonus.