Our eight year old son loves Minecraft, he plays it a lot. Sometimes, I worry he plays it too much….until today.
My husband and I were in our bedroom putting clean washing away and chatting about mundane adult stuff when our son walked into the room and jumped onto the unmade bed. Lost in our conversation, we ignored him. Until, I notice that he is digging down under the blankets. He suddenly, gets off the bed and says “I know” and walks out of the room. I am still only paying minimum attention to him when he returns with a torch in his hand and jumps back onto the bed. As my husband and I chat on, I find I can no longer ignore the wiggling legs sticking out from under a huge pile of blankets…it dawns on me that I actually “did” see our son with a torch in his hand.
“Son?” I asked, “What are you doing?” The other half of our son’s body emerges, torch in hand. He lets out a sigh, the kind expressed after performing hard manual labour and replies “I’m mining of course”. I look at my husband, we both smile, our eyes acknowledging the feeling of beauty of this playfulness in our bodies and silently, thanking our son for reminding us of what we were lacking in this moment.
Oh yes, and to chill out about Minecraft.