For the love of video games…I’m going crazy. Yes, I used to play them myself, I know. Until my Dad and I beat the original Mario Bros on yes the original Nintendo system-the kind you had to blow on when it wouldn’t work… the one that came with Duck Hunt and the only gun in the house I was allowed to play with at the time…much to my Moms dismay we played many nights until 2-3 AM. Looking back, I don’t know how he functioned the next day at work, or how I did because I never took naps. Sleep used to be so overrated before I became Mom myself…now the idea of a full 8 hour session of sleep sounds simply orgasmic in nature.
So yes I’ll admit, I too as a kid loved Mario and Tetris, and PacMan, Donkey Kong and whatever else I played back then on the game boy or the TV consoles and arcades (which really were booming in my time). Still, gaming didn’t consume my life. I managed to talk about other things throughout the day. Once I finally beat all the worlds, interest was lost, I went back to my normal favorite hobbies: reading and playing outside or in our huge pool (my childhood heaven).
My five year old…no. He doesn’t care about the pool or the great outdoors. He just talks about Mario. We live, eat, sleep and shit Mario in this house, no joke, even when he’s doing his business in the bathroom he’s yelling to me in the kitchen about you guessed it-MARIO. Mario Kart, Mario D3, Mario Minecraft…he’s been all about Mario since Christmas.
He doesn’t want to go for bike rides, hit the community pool, or go to the park and play. He doesn’t want to do anything else if given the choice, but stay home and play the game. I’m going nuts. 90% of our conversations revolve around Mario…a few weeks ago, I told him I was now ready to try sky-diving, but I wasn’t planning on using the parachute. He said, “Mom you have to use the parachute or you’ll splat, unless you land in the ocean.” I said, “No, I’d probably still splat there too from that height…but then I don’t have to hear about MARIO anymore!” *Wink Wink* He looked at me very earnestly and said, “Mom your silly. I could go sky diving with you, I really want to do that anyways. We can talk about Mario on the way up and after we land. You can’t hear good in the air.”
Let’s stay in the air FOREVER!!
He gives full commentary while playing. He begs me to do his schoolwork because that is the house rule, no Mario until your schooling is done for the day. After that, he takes over my living room TV and retreats into the world of racing/playing/building MARIO. He calls his little Brother “Baby Yoshi” more than his real name. Poor kid actually answers to it now.
I’m losing my mind. I feel like the person whoever it is in this Wii U Advertisement glass jar…trapped in the world of gaming while outsiders to the glass jar scream “Oh No!” or mock my predicament.
Any tips from other parents with serial ‘Gamers’ in the house would be greatly appreciated. 😉 How to get him back onto OTHER things too? Or is this just a phase…and if so how long does it last?! HEEEELLLLLPPPPPPP!