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Gaming with my grandson

Well, now my grandson is 11years old and in middle school. He still loves to read (huge sigh of relief), but he also LOVES and LIVES to play video games. Especially the kinds that require acute motor skills, quick thinking and multi-tasking. Not the sort of things I’m that great at now that I’m 70 years old. But I do try and he is very encouraging.  He squeals with amusement when I get frustrated because my avatar “dies”. He particularly enjoys playing Geometry Dash which made me shudder (thoughts of barely passing math still haunt me) until he explained that it didn’t really involve math skills. No, this game was far more challenging than doing equations. 

‘It required navigating thru obstacles and collecting strange things that are valuable and pop up out of nowhere, all while avoiding other strange things that will cause your avatar to “die”. Oh, and I must mention that all this happens at the speed of “wait!  What was that?  Did I need that?  Wait, I’m “dead” again?” 

This causes Jeffery to drop on the floor in spasms of uncontrollable giggles. I’m left staring at the blank screen. “Try it again, Grammies!”  I told you he was encouraging.  After several attempts with Jeffery coaching me, I still can’t master it. I pass the controls over to him, happy for the break. 

‘He’s through the first three levels before I realize he’s been “coaching” me with the wrong information.....deliberately sabotaging my efforts for his own amusement.  Smart cookie!  He realized early on that these games are not my forte. They move way too fast for me....but, I am still an integral part of our “play-time”.  I’m comic relief!  As a grandma, I am happy and honored to serve!


Discovering Comic Books

When I grew up, Comic books were certainly NOT considered to be literature and certainly not something you willing gave your children to read. They were considered "silly" and "corruptable".....But we occasionally got them with our allowance.

My favorites were Casper the Friendly Ghost; Huey, Dewey and Louey; Archie and Little Lulu. For the most part they were harmless....with the possible exception of the Archie series.....Man, Barbie had NOTHING over Betty and Veronica! But they were fun and we would read them and reread them for hours (after our homework was done) in some private, special place. My special place was a tree house...actually just huge oak tree with a couple of pieces of wood spaning the branches.

Now, my 6 year old grandson (who is an excellent reader already), has discovered Comic Books. His dad took him to a local dealer and Jeffery picked out TeenAgeMutant Ninja Turtles (the NEW and improved ones!) and another one about some Super Dinosaurs. These are not the "cute", fluffy stories of my youth, but much more edgy and aggressive. But certainly not harmful...it is a comic and there is humor in it. And what the heck? He's actively reading them and I am a firm believer that anything you read is worthwhile.

The funniest part, was that his dad picked out a "Buddha-based" comic for himself. He had just finished reading it and was "Disappointed" to find out that the story "continues" with the next issue! He was so funny about that! He didn't realize that many action comics are serial-driven to keep you buying them.

Didn't surprise me, but then I grew up with Saturday afternoon matinees featuring serial stories. If you missed a Saturday show, you might have missed a lot....but not really, because much like T.V. soap operas, they didn't move through the story that fast.

Back to my grandson....They are already talking about attending ComicCon! YIKES!


Unexpected phone calls

blog-0047516001358110767.jpgIt used to be that my daughter or son-in-law would call, talk for awhile and then try to coax my then-5 year old grandson, Jeffery to the phone. He was, of course, reluctant....so at the most I would hear whinning in the background, or maybe be blessed with a hastily uttered "Hello" and then dead air.

Well, happily those days are gone.

A couple of weeks ago, I answer the phone and (seeing on caller ID that it is my daughter) answer, "Hi, Pumpkin!"

In an excited rush I hear, "Hi Grammie Pownkies!" ...it's my grandson!

Then in a quieter, more tentative and hopeful voice, "Can you come over and play with me?"

I melt. Right there and then. He had me at "Hi".

How could I say no? Why would I say no?

My presence has been requested, and I am putty in the hands of a 6 year old child.

I drop (gladly) the chores I had hoped to accomplish this day, and head over to exhalt in the love and excitement of Jeffery.

I willingly play game over game with him.....the rules are Jeffery's and occassionally he even lets me win, although I shall never break the code of how they are to be played. It doesn't matter. Jeffery has summoned me and I answered the call willingly!

I await the next phone call, and hope that I will be able to change my plans to happily accomodate this precious little child.



I grew up with a love of books....my Mother was a librarian and when we completed our chores each week, we were able to buy one book. I treasure most of those books still.

My daughter grew up loving books, too, and has now instilled a love of reading in my grandson, Jeffery.

Jeffery is 6 years old and has been read to his entire life, starting as just a baby. Of course, now he is reading most of them for himself and is a very good reader.

What really amazes me is that when he reads aloud, as he likes to do, he reads with the inflictions adults would read with.....sometimes with hysterical consequences.

He loves curling up in a corner or special hiding place and reading to his stuffed animals. They are very good listeners and a captive audience!

When given a choice of how to spend his meager allowance, his first choice is always to go to the bookstore! Be still, my heart!

And he proudly sports his own library card. He was taught to be careful with books and show them the proper respect due these important vehicles to new worlds!

Reading is so important to doing well in school and Jeffery seems to have a good foundation!


Kids DO say the darndest things!

When my grandson, Jeffery, was 4 1/2 years old, he said to me: "I really like girls - 'cause they are REALLY important." I asked him "Girls are important?" Jeffery says, "Of course. They say REALLY important things."

I thought to myself, wow! He had learned a crucial lesson very early on. I was so proud of him. It appeared to me that my grandson was gifted and had great knowledge and understanding of the mysterious workings of the world. I took this to mean he held his mother (my daughter) in high esteem. And I, as well.

I was able to bask in this wonderful euphoria for one and a half years.

Then he turned SIX! It seemed that a switch was flipped and my pride and joy suddenly fell victim to gender roles. Girls now became disgusting....COOTIE-fied! By a stroke of luck, my daughter and I were spared this new demotion.

According to Jeffery, we were not girls, we were Mommy and Grammie. I reminded him that he used to think girls were important, and he gave me a look. It was as though he were suddenly an adult, and the look said it all: "Grammie, I was just a baby then and hadn't figured it out yet, but now I know!"

I'm working on changing his perception, but this may take time given that I am fighting against the pack mentality of a group of 1st grade boys.

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