My computer and car both died this month. Family life grinds to a halt as my husband wraps up the school year. I snuck his laptop from the briefcase, hoping to share about our nightime prayers and how they are really changing our kids.
But Andrew burst into tears at bedtime tonight: "Mom, something pretty terrible happened at lunch today."
The class had been invited to bring games to class this week. He and another boy were the only ones without a handheld DS. "Sometimes they let me watch over their shoulders, so I can at least see what's going on." (insert sound of my heart breaking)
One friend offered to let him play after lunch, but the alpha-kid vetoed that. "You don't even know how to work the controls, and you'll mess up all our levels."
"Mom, I didn't cry, but I couldn't keep my eyes from getting a little wet."
When the aide, noticing, announced that no one should bring a DS the following day, the boys turned on Andrew. He had ruined everything. Torn, he explained the lose-lose situation to his teacher after lunch. She would allow DS games the following day.
During the whole exchange, he never asked me for one of his own.
Should I cast aside our family choices under social pressure? Will he think we don't love him, for refusing him the tools to fit in?
Finding like-minded families may mean withdrawing from the system altogether, and that makes me sad. I wanted to enjoy this innocent time, without influence from a bunch of 8-year-olds.
Or maybe I'm the innocent one, and it is time to grow up.
Monday, May 24, 2010
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