We’ve entered the “holy crap how do I compete with screen time” stage of parenting. Being as there isn’t a non-competitive bone in my body, I’m up for the challenge. That’s right, I’m talking to you Samsung. And don’t think I don’t see you Nintendo Switch.
300 pounds of chalk later, we’ve got Candy Land folks.
During our 17th game of winding through the gumdrop mountains, I’m praying for a double purple card to get me in the lead, I realize this game is my life. Twists, turns, sometimes in the lead, thinking I’m winning at life, then I pull the damn Plumpy card and I’m back where I started.
But I keep playing.
I make the best of the cards I’m dealt. Each one getting me closer to that Candy Castle, I can practically taste it.
One square closer to making it in this crazy life. I could be wrong, but I’d like to think these are the moments my kids will remember. Not inside playing the same level of Donkey Kong they played yesterday, but breathing in the fresh air, hopping from square to square and laughing their adorable butts off every time Mama gets stuck in the Molasses Swamp.
These moments are decidedly more special... decidedly dry.