I’m Going To Play Wii Like My Son

My father told me the best part of being a parent was watching your children in action. After the past three weeks I have to agree. My DD is 10 and she plays every game with a fierce intensity. She’s competitive to a fault, but I can’t blame her because so am I. We don’t take It’s just a game to heart. You’ve got to win. I’ve named her Little Miss Diva for a reason.

My son knows how to play. It could have everything to do with the fact he’s five. Yet the more I watch him play I don’t want to lead him down the same road as my daughter and I–you have to win. Because see, when he plays baseball he thinks he’s both sides. He cheers when he hits the ball–when he actually hits it. He cheers when there’s an OUT from said hit ball. He cheers when he pitches. He cheers when the batter hits the ball he pitched.  I won’t even talk about the dance he does when there’s a homerun–even if it’s from the other side.

When he plays boxing I have to leave the room, because well he doesn’t box, but does karate. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve said, “Honey he doesn’t feel the kick.”

And tennis–which is where my daughter and I have declared war on each other–he sometimes plays in the kitchen. No you can’t even see the t.v. in my kitchen. * I’m surprised the Wii would still pick up anything in there.* He’ll stand in there and swing the the remote left to right, depending on his mood, AND you can still hear him the ball.

Bowling is the only game he does really, really well.

Yet at the end of the day he’s not drained from playing. He doesn’t feel defeated because he can’t get to a certain level. Matter of fact if I let him he would play the game until he went to bed. He’s not close to being a pro nor does he care. Not only am I proud of him, but I’m so envious of that ability to play. So the next time my I’m hurting from tennis elbow I’ll try to remember to play more like my son ’cause I think he has the secret to really winning.

How do you play?