So my eldest daughter has gotten into Survivalcraft something fierce. Super addicted. Ah, I remember getting so into a videogame that all I wanted to do was play it for hours on end. She’ll ask me to get her up at 5:30 am so she can play some before school. That would all be fine, except for the fact that she has a younger sister who wants to do everything her sister does, but is not nearly as good at it.
This weekend I have come *this close* to banning the stupid game. The tears, the crying. And Nova isn’t like her sister…she doesn’t want to talk about what’s upsetting her, she doesn’t want hugs, she doesn’t want to be comforted. She just wants to be alone and work through it herself. In the game, she likes to build super deep holes and then can’t figure out how to get out. Or she’ll go to the ocean and can’t figure out how to get back to land. She’s only four, after all.
The nature of her personality is that she wants to keep working on the challenge. But she doesn’t want help, she wants to do it herself. Rationally, I am really proud of her perseverance–but I am spoiled in my quiet. There usually isn’t a lot of crying in my house, so when it happens three times in a day, my patience wears thin. Yes, I am blessed with good kids, I know I have it easy.
Thank goodness for Rowan who has more patience than I. Rowan had offered to build her a house and a boat. I think I might have to get something special for her for Christmas because she is really good at cheering Nova up. And they’ll both be forced to take a break from it when they go to their dad’s house tomorrow. . . unless they convince him to download it too.