Still pecking away with a wounded wing. I must say the situation reminds me of how reliant I am on these ten digits. I found that there was a lot I just couldn’t do as well thanks to the injury. I’ve been lucky with my hands. Only a handful of injuries ever happened my entire life, and each time it felt like I was losing my ability to function like a human being. Yes, i am exaggerating, but it is true that some parts are more important to some people and for me the hands have meaning.
The boys and I spent the day gaming and talking and playing cards. It was a really good chance for me to sink in with that mindset and lifestyle and let go of all the grownup stuff for a while and just enjoy life for what it is.
A downside to the day was developing a keen awareness of how typical my kids really are in terms of really not being about that much. They are about video games to be certain and they enjoy sports, but there isn’t much else past that. I am raising three kids that spend the majority of their lives seeking distractions to being in their own skin. The thing is, they simply don’t know any other way to be. If the situation isn’t mitigated then I will have three more of the demotivated humans I spend the lot of my ‘complaint allotment’ screeching about.
I can’t figure out what to do about it in the few moments left to blog, but it is good to be aware of what is happening and sink back into it and try perhaps to nudge them towards some of the wonderfulness that exists beyond the screen–even here in Arizona.